Chapter 8: Blake


I had been assigned to an 'easy location', the 2nd entrance bridge.

They were right. It was easy. And boring. It was also kinda creepy. I was alone at night, waiting for the Angel of Death to arrive.

I looked around at the clear night sky. It was a full moon, and the stars were shining pretty brightly. Things seemed so much more vivid in this world.

I clutched my pistol apprehensively. How do they plan on 'peacefully' stealing all those meal tickets, anyway?

I heard a distant voice singing somewhere off, and I realized that it sounded a lot like Robin. Is that their 'Diversion Team'?

I tapped my foot to the beat, and found that I kinda liked their music. It wasn't that girly-bubblegum-pop stuff that I was expecting. I was rock, and I liked that.

I did a full 360-scan of the horizon. Good. No sign of Angel yet.

...Aw, who am I kidding? They obviously didn't trust me enough with a gun, so they put me someplace where Angel would never show up.

I wondered what I'd do if she actually did show up here...

I don't even want to think about that right now. I'd probably chicken out.

The sound of approaching footsteps from behind me startled me from my thoughts.

I groaned. It was probably Kyle here to harass me again.

"What do you want, Kyle?" I asked irritatedly as I turned around to face whoever was approaching.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw who it was.

It wasn't Kyle.