Summary: Another tale on what happened when the G-boys shunned by the colonies and defeated by OZ. Slight AU.
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Chapter 1A truck barreled through a muddy road causing it to heave violently up and down. Mud splattered through the windshield mixed with heavy pelting rain. Visibility is poor and the light from the truck's spotlight does not give the driver any much help. Sighing deeply, he knows that there is an uninhabited shack nearby. The shack was built to give temporary shelter to those who traverse the path. He steered left when he neared his destination and rode his way towards the shack. He slowly guided his truck and parked it outside the door of the shack. He got out of the vehicle and briskly walked towards the door to get out from the heavy rain. He opened the door and suddenly found himself pressed on the floor with one of his hand gripped behind his back and another hand in his neck firmly pressing him to the floor. He gasped from the pain that burst from his chest and groaned.
"Who sent you!" A harsh voice asked him from behind. He felt another wave of pain when the figure holding him down applied a knee to pressure to his aching back. "Who sent you!" The owner of the voice repeated.
"No one!" He answered painfully. "I lived near here!"
"Go outside and search the truck!" A voice in his right told someone urgently.
The door opened and someone scrambled outside. A moment later, the one who was sent came back an closed the door. "The truck is carrying nothing, not even food."
The one holding him began searching his pockets and found his wallet. "Here." The one holding him buried his knee further onto his back causing him to grunt painfully.
"Mr. Walter Blake." He heard the voice in his right and shifted his head towards it. His eyes are now getting accustomed in the dim light and found a figure sitting in the floor. "Married with no children." The man sitting on the floor kept on looking and reading the contents in his wallet. "Release him!"
The man holding him down released his painful hold and helped him sit. "Sorry about that." The voice told him sheepishly when he started rubbing his back and his neck.
He stretched his back and legs to feel them again. "Nah!" He tilted his head towards the left and gestured kindly to the one who held them down. "I ended up the same way three months ago." The shack is still in dim light with only the flashlight shimmering light in the wall behind him.
"What do you mean?" The voice in his back asked.
"I think it was eight months ago that I found two people seeking shelter here." He explained. "The one is tall and doesn't talk much and the one is short with Chinese descent." He sat up straighter and groaned. "Man, you sure are strong."
"They are with you." The voice in his right stated.
"Yup." He answered brightly. "My wife adores them, even they did not give their names." He peered in the dark towards the figure in his right. "Friends?" He enquired.
"To an extent." The voice in his left answered.
"In that case, you can come with me." He turned towards his left to the figure sitting near the door. "Work in the fields."
"You sure it's fine with you?" The voice in his back asked. "We might be a bother to you."
"Of course not." He stretched and lied down. "I'm tired, wake me up on sunrise."
"We have not agreed with you yet." The voice in his left muttered.
"He's asleep." The voice in the back told him. A snore is heard from where the man is lying down.
"We go with him." The voice in the right told the other two.
"I still don't trust him." The voice in the left stated.
"We don't need to trust." The voice in the right explained. "This is an opportunity no need to pass by."
"I agree." The voice in the back said.
"Okay, okay…." The voice in the left sighed. "I know when I'm outvoted. Besides you two really need help."
Twin grunts are heard in the semi-darkened shack. The man lying in the floor finally went to sleep with a slight smirk on his face.