Take me to your leader!

The minute Emerson saw Akashiri, he started asking a boatload of questions. Who the hell are you?" What the fuck do you want for me?" Is it money?!" Emerson shoved his hand in his pocket taking out his wallet which was bulging with money, tossing at Akashiri who accepted it without question. Akashiri was still standing over Emerson. He looked carefully at him. " Wait a minute." Your not an elve." Are you?" Did you have surgery done on your ears or something? Emerson sighed. " No." I am not an elve." I'm a human." So since I answered your questions can I go?" Akashiri sheathed his sword. No." Emerson was confused. So what do you want from me?" Akashiri kneeled down and grabbed Emerson off his feet, straightening his clothes. " I want you to do one thing for me." Take me to The Industrial King." Emerson was more confused. " Why?" What do you want with me." Akashiri rolled his eyes." Do you want to live or not?" Emerson nodded. " Yes, I want to live." Then you will stop with the fucking questions." I hate it when people keep asking questions they already know the answer to." Akashiri looked over by the hovercar and said: Can we get into the city with that hovercar of yours. Emerson nodded. Yes." If only I could drive it." Akashiri was confused. " What do you mean?" He darted his eyes down at his knee cap. Akashiri nodded. Fine." I'll drive. Akashiri walked over to the hovercar and removed the Industrial Elven guard out, tossing his body to the side like a ragdoll. Akashiri ready the engine up, ready to drive off. Emerson crawled in the passenger seat, wheezing in pain. The kneecap injury was getting worst. If he didn't do something quick, it would get infected and would need to get amputated because the infection would spread more throughout his body. Emerson began turning pale. Akashiri looked over at Emerson and said: Don't go dying on me now." I need your help to guide me through this damn city." Akashiri kicked Emerson to stop him from passing out. Emerson reached into his pocket and pulled out his cigarette and his lighter. This was no gas in the lighter. Emerson softly said: Shit under his breath. After driving for almost 30 minutes, they were out of the sewers into The Industrial Elven City which was quite crowded.