With a nod, Scale trots away, disappearing into the crowd. "We're lucky it was only two. I never heard them, so if not for you patrolling, they very well could've found us." I sigh, picturing the alternative, the Seekers massacring the innocent beings that now chatter with one another, blissfully unaware. "Everyone, listen up," Scale starts, now standing atop a large mass of stone, drawing the attention of both platforms, "I know the past couple of months have been peaceful, our crops doing better than usual, and no reports of Seekers. Today, two were seen in the tunnels. They didn't get far, taken down by our friendly neighborhood Hunter," a few people turn to face me, turning their attention back to Scale a moment later, "from now on, we have to be more careful. When you go on watch, be sure to stay light on your feet and keep your head on swivel. We can't risk them finding us."
Scale continues her speech as I steer myself toward one of the tunnels, striding quietly into the darkness. The Seekers have been after us for years, trying to kill us all with minimal loss to their own people, when they're the ones who made us. They're trying to eradicate the population they gave birth to. We're like this because of what they did, we are their mistake. Suddenly, my legs are pulled from underneath me, bringing my chest to the ground with a thud. My head whips to the side, catching a glimpse of another armored man, a long stick in his hand. From the stick sprouts a loop of thick wire, wrapped around my ankle. My heart races and I yelp, quickly flicking my wrist to launch a needle at the Seeker. "Hunter!" he shouts in a feminine voice, narrowly ducking the projectile with raised hands. With the blink of my eyes, the Seeker vanishes into the darkness, replaced by a milky-skinned young woman with light green eyes, dark red hair tied into a loose ponytail behind her head. I breathe heavily, hanging my head; "Siren, how many times have we been over this? Announce yourself. I was ready to kill you." Blood rushes to her face. "I did. I called your name three times, you tripped over a piece of the rail and I have no control over what you see at first glance."
"Sorry," I start, pushing myself to a stand, "I guess I was a little preoccupied."