Chapter 4
Blood Stained Sand
The cool night air blew the sand of the Dust in swirling patterns, casting light shadows across the settled terrain. Zer0 felt the gaze of the tail somewhere behind him, knowing that if he were to turn, he would see nothing.
The Assassin decided to turn most of his focus towards the fact that he was being shot at by bandits in a vehicle running circles around him, leaving tire tracks in the sand, pale under the moonlight.
The bandits were ducking behind the walls that made up the interior of the vehicle, preventing shots from hitting them
Zer0 threw a handful of Kunai towards the taunting predator, the corrosion within exploding onto the side of the vehicle, causing the door to disintegrate.
With no cover, the bandits were easy to pick off, dropping into the sand as their essence stained the sand.
The Assassin turned his gaze from the melting bodies of his assailants, towards the top of the mountain, where he knew his pursuer was hiding.
He saw nothing but sand, blowing from the cliff.
The Ninja trekked further across the dust, towards the entrance to The Friend Ship Gulag.
He was stopped by another convoy of bandits, pursuing a Caravan.
Zer0 thought for a moment, before deciding that he had not quenched his blood thirst, and began to sprint across the sand to intercept the Caravan.
The Assassin arrived seconds before the Caravan, and leaped with astonishing grace onto the roof of the Caravan. He drew his revolver, firing a precise shot into the head of the driver leading the convoy. The man's head snapped back, blood spraying the headrest as the vehicle swerved off to the right, crashing into a boulder.
Zer0 holstered his revolver in favour of his blade, leaping onto the bumper of the Caravan. He dashed forward, seemingly across the air, closing the distance between him and the next Truck within a second.
He slid cleanly by the driver, severing his head and the headrest with it, going by the passengers before they could raise their weapons, leaving a grenade in his wake.
He used the rest of his momentum leaping off of the back of the truck, driving his blade down into the head of the final driver, before disappearing as bullets flew around him, the convoy now aware of his presence, yet too late.
Axton, Maya, and Salvador sat around the table, praying what Axton had discovered was false.
Earlier, he had noticed the paper the information regarding the Lance Assassins was the same type used in Hyperion Prisons.
A type only manufactured in one place on Pandora.
The Friend Ship Gulag.
Zer0 proceeded to make it all worthwhile, after unsurprisingly discovering the bandits to be no challenge, by grabbing money from the chest that rested on the roof of the Caravan. He dove off, landing in a roll, before once again searching the mountain for the Tail.
After failing to spot it, the Assassin set off through the shadows and swirling sand, towards The Friend Ship Gulag, under the watchful eye of a Lance Assassin.
Well, the next chapter should conclude this story. And it will be a long one. Like, long. And Decent.
Acceptable Chapter?