Ignavus : City of Blood

Act 23 : Walking Away from the Woods

“Nice wrap up, Gads!”

As always, John Straverman enjoyed the fun immersed from any of the advanced technology matters. Gads Gillmore packed the portable pods in a flick of a button and does so in merely a minute afterwards. From the standpoint of a commoner like John, the basic concept of foldable materials that the bearded man constantly mentioned were nothing but a myth. It is an amazing theory to advise for somebody and made one exciting story to unfold. Yet, implementation of such technique professed one unreachable intelligence that the black-haired man needed to study for in time.

Shanice and her fellow female fighters of their group laid no interest before his stage. Apparently, their current concern laid on the fact about Diane Archimeda and her recent death announcement on the news broadcast. She was the sole heir of many advancements that her parents fabricated throughout the years. Argos Archimeda played a big part in refined establishments and harmony of their city in a whole. Her role in this scheme was to manage on behalf of her father and maintained the view that he was once defined.

A queen-in-making, for some, yet nobody objected such ideas because of prosperity that they amassed in the following years.

“You mean that Diane’s death would incite a small skirmish from her supporter? That’s nuts.” Natasha Gastano commented. She is a resident of Axeport City, indeed, yet her knowledge about politics developed in the same manner to her own degree of conscience of it. The auburn-haired woman appeared oblivious regarding governmental affairs despite of her husband’s involvement in the system itself. She was living in the pinnacle of longevity and social security of her city, yet no flow of bountiful resources befallen on her thoughts so far.

“Wait a second, Natasha. I have to check the F-2000 parts first beforehand, then I’ll tell another story for you about it.”

The leader was occupied with her own backpacks at the moment. She was the one that somehow well-informed in the constellation of leadership within Axeport city. Her partake in WIC company has brought local wisdom and historical know-how to be polished thoroughly in the process. No wonder, She was employed for dealing against the Government officials to smother the path of the company’s operation. It was unavoidable for the curly-haired woman to study many kinds of materials that would sustain her role in far-sighted fashion.

~tak-tak~

She puts away several conventional equipments across the side. Shanice stored various utilities pertaining physical encounters that they have apprehended up to this extent. Ammo magazines and a special-made boxes for stockpiling unused bullets were loaded up on the edge of her sports bag. Adjacent to the cubicle-shaped storage of her ammunition, Shanice has placed some disassembled parts of assault rifle and the submachine gun in her possession,” I hate my own complexion, sometimes, but it’s all fitting perfectly in my bag as I expected.” She rubbed her chest in relief.

Gads Gilmore has customised them to become twice as expansive than the common ones found at the store. It has high-powered wind-blowers at the bottom for alleviating the weight derived off various apparatus deep down within. Mainly powered by solar energy that would recharge in unlimited fashion, Shanice required no hassle on replacing the batteries and making amends of its loss in electricity any longer.

~rumble-rumble~

Likewise to the prior days of their survival life, the group departed two hours before the rising sun. Shadowy figure of the redwood trees surrounding their perimeters have enacted chilling sense into their minds. A vivid imagination of a daunting personality would persist in subsequent manner, making them froze a little once something unidentified has approached from afar.

“I’ll check it out real quick.” Gads Gilmore volunteered. He switched on the goggles over the forehead and wears them up after. It takes less than three seconds to charge up and another three for scanning their surroundings in three-dimensional projection,”Okay, let’s find out who’s behind the bush...” mumbled the man towards their unintended companion up front. He started it from the farthest north, ahead of the presumed position of Darte in their perspective, yet none of such menacing threat could be found dwelling on the road at this moment.

Then, the bearded man directed his attention towards the sound-making bushes on the opposite side from their expected destination. His face suddenly turned stiff and sour while putting thorough awareness onto the shrubs before them,”What’s rumblin’ inside, Gads?” Shanice asked once spotted him fell in distraught. Yet, Gads Gilmore himself stood afloat in noiseless concern and rejecting her hands that was waving at the front.

After that, the bearded man facing her eyes without his vision goggles, looking at the leader in pale expression subsequently,“Put on your eyewear, sis. I can’t devise a word to explain it.” He muttered. Against Gads Gilmore and his hysterical look, however, the leader swallows no certain bit of his apprehension and retracted her head slightly to jest.

“If it’s Caedes, we’ll be dead before actually knowing them there anyway.” She replied, squinted her eyes to pretend,”You know that, obviously. Either you’re trying to scare us off or anything in-between, if you asked me.”

~flip~

Shanice goes swinging by to the direction that the bearded man was pointed at. She ponders on their supposed menace for awhile and fetching the moment to contemplate. Affixed and occupied with thoughts, the leader observes them in profound manner instead of being petrified before them in the same way as her brother did a moment ago,”I get the gist of your fear, now.” Her fingers dance across the chin whilst contemplating about the object of their unease. She has no amount of frighten immersed into her face. In contrast, the curly-haired woman appeared enthralled against the odds that emerged.

“It’s investigation time!”