Prologue: Rescue
Taras slowly crept through the bleak metal halls of the prison, shotgun in hand, looking for the correct cell. The weight of the massive fourteen point five millimeter rifle on his back was more of a comfort than a burden after all of his years with it and the soft sound of the fabric of his fatigues rubbing against both itself and his body armor soothed his frayed nerves. He had broken into and out of prisons before but never one so heavily patrolled by such a large number of those trained in the use of their own, and detection of other people's source, and the energy in produced. He continued through the stark gray halls peering through the small slots on the doors before finding his objective.
"Vera can you hear me," He called quietly into the cell.
"Taras," he heard in week reply, "Is that you. You have to get me out of here. They did something to my head, I can't think strait. Please."
After hearing the response Taras quickly got to work on picking the lock, while occasionally muttering a few consoling words. Unfortunately opening the lock signaled the end to the luck that took him this far. The second he had the door open he heard the almost nonexistent footsteps of the warriors that patrolled the halls. In no time at all he had Vera slung over his shoulder with one of the many layered runic sets on his arm glowing. Energy began crackling around him as he felt the colossal drain. By the time the black clad warriors with the bone white armor reached the room it was empty, save for the scorch marks.
Taras and his burden reappeared in a nondescript alleyway that he recognized well. Smiling wearily he began slowly plodding the rest of his way to his destination. The few people that were still out this time of night gave him a few worried looks but he disarmed them with a small grin and a wave. Reaching the small bar that was his destination he quickly opened the door with several people turning their heads to look at him before promptly passing out in exhaustion.