Well then, it looks like I was able to update sooner than expected. You know the disclaimer and what to do for the rest of the chapter.
"You know what, I think it would actually be better if we also dressed in similar robes to you guys. If the talons could see Johnathon and Kyle coming from a mile away in suites, than imagine how much we'll stick out in our armor." said Piper. Aerrow pondered this for a moment and nodded.
"Good idea. Stork, go get the robes that we wore to the diner when all the terras thought we were Atmos's most wanted." ordered Aerrow. Stork rolled his eyes, as usual, and walked back onto the Condor. When he came back out with the robes, he handed a set to everyone. Once everyone was dressed, Aerrow turned to Piper. "Piper, where's the nearest town or city?"
"Well according to this map that I have of Nishu, and it's pretty old so some things may be different, there's a town here called Niami. It's about three miles due east from our current location. " Piper said as she looked at the sky. "If we start now we might just make it before nightfall. And Finn, before you even ask, yes there is a place to stay in Niami."
"Well, then let's go. I don't want to freeze out here when it gets dark." said Johnathon.
About three hours later, everyone walked into a town at around nightfall, just as Piper had predicted. As the group got deeper into the town, more and more talons were coming out of little guard huts. An middle aged talon, with black hair and a curly cue mustache, stopped the group.
"Curfew has ended over half an hour ago. What are you all doing out here?" he asked.
"Well, deary, we are travelers and we are relatively new to this town. I apologize that we are out after curfew, but if you could just show us to the nearest inn, we will head there within two shakes of a track beast's tail." said Jessica, in a mock old lady voice.
"Oh, well then in that case, I should be the one apologizing. Do you have a map?" he said.
"Yes we do." said Johnathon as Piper placed the map in his hand. He gave it to the talon, without staring up from the ground. The man took it and also took out a pen.
"If you just go to this address, right here," he said pointing at the map, "you all should find and inn there."
"Thank you so much." said Jessica, biting her tongue so that she wouldn't spit out a nasty comment. The group started to walk away, and the talon began to follow them. A few minutes went by before Jessica worked up the old lady voice again and asked, "Is there still a problem, deary."
"Oh, no. No. No, it's just that I'm supposed to accompany you to your destination. You know, just to make sure that your all going where you say that your going. And, may I say, it's much quicker if we take the ally ways." he responded.
"Oh, well, then you really must meat my grandson." said Jessica, lightly elbowing Johnathon. "Rufus, show some respect. Shake this kind gentleman's hand." she said.
"Yes, grandma." said Johnathon, stepping close to the talon. The man, foolishly, reached out to Johnathon, who in turn, stabbed him with one of the hidden blades through the talon's chest. Johnathon took his other hand, and forced the talon's mouth into his shoulder, so as to drown out the scream. As soon as the talon went limp, Johnathon took the blade out and started to drag the talon into the nearest ally way, and threw the talon into the closest dumpster, and just to be sure, he buried the talon with a bunch of random garbage bags. Aerrow and the rest of the Storm Hawks, except for Piper, stood out in the street, traumatized. "Come on, we have got to get out of here before he starts stinking."
Piper, Jessica and Piper followed Johnathon. When they turned around, they all saw that the rest of the Storm Hawks were still in the streets.
"Shit, we have to get them before they attract the wrong sort of attention." said Kyle. The group ran back and and grabbed the team and led them through the ally way.
"Alright, we have to travel in a specific pattern for the rest of the way. Aerrow, your upfront. Kyle, Jessica, we're behind Aerrow. Finn, Piper, you two are to the left of Kyle and I. Junko, Stork, you two are to the fight of Kyle and I. So, let's go." said Johnathon. Everyone assembled, and started to walk. They stayed like this for the next twenty minutes. As they turned a corner, the found a group of three talon's around a teenage boy. The boy looked to be about the same age as Johnathon. He had black hair that went down to his shoulders, white skin, blue eyes, and a few freckles adorned both sides of his face just under his eyes. There were two talons that were standing as an audience to the kid's beating, while the third kept kicking the kid while he was down.
"Kyle." said Johnathon.
"I know." said Kyle.
"Guys," said Johnathon to Finn and Piper, "could you?" he asked, as he made a spreading apart motion with his hands. They stepped aside, as Aerrow stopped Kyle.
"What are you gonna do to them?" asked Aerrow.
"I don't know Aerrow. What do you think?" said Kyle, as he followed Johnathon, who was already behind the two observing talons. Kyle, walked up next to Johnathon, and nodded. Johnathon immediately stabbed the two talons in the neck while Kyle moved behind the last talon and slit his throat wide open. The boy coughed a bit, and looked up.
"Thanks." he said, getting up and gathering up the groceries that were all over the ground.
"Sorry, about that. They just don't seem to know when to stop. I'm Aerrow of the Storm Hawks. What's your name." said Aerrow.
"I'm Desmond. Desmond Makarov. And you really shouldn't go around saying that your part of sky night squadron, in a place like this. Because I really don't recall telling you where my allegiances lie." said Desmond, looking over at Johnathon's open mouth towards Aerrow. "Beat you to it, didn't I?" Johnathon closed his mouth and just nodded. Desmond stood up and asked, "Do you guys have a place to stay for the night?"
"Um, actually, we're just getting on out way to the inn." said Stork.
"Well, isn't that a coincidence. My place is the inn." said Desmond, starting down the ally way, stopping just before a corner to wait for them. Everyone huddled together.
"Well, what do we do dudes?" asked Finn.
"I vote that we go with him. I mean he really owes you guys." said Jessica.
"But what if he's with Cyclonia?" asked Aerrow.
"It's a risk that we're gonna have to take." said Johnathon.
"Hey, are you guys coming or what?" screamed Desmond.
"Yeah, we're coming." said Kyle, as he started to follow Desmond, along with everyone else. Desmond walked at a brisk pace forcing everyone to keep up with him with a light jog.
"We're almost there." said Desmond. A short time later, he finally stopped in front of a very beat up building. It had black paint that looked like it had been decaying for years. There were three stories, and the top two floors had four windows on each side of the building. Each window had a pair of shudders, or at least should have had a pair of shudders. Some of the windows were either missing one shudder, or had no shudders at all. And those windows that did have a pair, one of the shudders was broken and still hanging on for dear life.
"Man, this place is a dump." exclaimed Finn. Desmond gave a very cold glare.
"Hey, it may not be much to you, but it's home to me." said Desmond, walking inside, followed by everyone else.
"Finn, tone it down. The kid was nice enough to open his home to us." said Piper.
"Yeah, Finn. Shut the hell up." said Jessica. Surprisingly, the inn looked a whole lot more inviting on the inside. There were hard wood floors, that still looked like new. The front desk was one of the most extravagant carvings of mahogany that the group had ever laid eyes on. The walls were a very inviting shade of red that seemed to beckon the group even further into the building.
"Wow. I stand corrected." said Finn.
"You can all pick rooms when you're ready." said Desmond, looking up at the ceiling as he heard running footsteps going down the hall above them and down the stairs.
"Desmond, thank god. I was really starting to get worried about you. Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you?" said another fourteen year old boy that looked exactly like Desmond.
"Everyone, I would like you to meet my twin brother, Fagan." said Desmond.
"Hi." said Fagan, looking the group up and down. "Why are you all in robes?" he asked.
"Fagan, relax, you can question them in the morning." said Desmond. The Storm Hawks and Jessica all got room keys and went up the stairs.
"Night guys. Oh and Johnathon, I'll be waiting in 204. Don't take too long." said Piper. She turned and walked up the stairs, while Kyle and Johnathon watched her leave. Once Kyle was sure Piper was out of earshot, he whipped his head towards Johnathon.
"You lucky dog." said Kyle.
"Shut up. we need to discuss just how exactly we're going to prove to the council that they're wrong about us wrong" said Johnathon.
"Wrong about you? What the hell are you guys talking about?" asked Desmond.
"None of your business." said Johnathon.
"Well, these floors are pretty thin, so if you two are going to talk, you can go in the lounge." said Desmond, getting up and motioning Kyle and Johnathon to follow him. When the got to the lounge, Desmond stopped them at the doors.
"I'm going to warn you there's some very strange stuff in here, so don't touch anything. And, forget whatever you see in here." said Desmond, opening both doors. What was inside made Johnathon's and Kyle's jaws hit the floor. Inside, there was shelf upon shelf upon shelf of all sorts of weaponry. Guns, swords, explosives, you name it. Johnathon and Kyle kept walking until they found a desk that had sketches and designs for other weapons. There were also countless blueprints of different buildings, and strategic ways to get into them. One, in particular, caught Johnathon's eye immediately. It looked like a prison, and it had one area circled in white marker.
"What is all this?" asked Johnathon.
"Well, you two saved my life tonight, I think you two can be trusted. These are all things called guns." said Desmond.
"You don't need to explain, kid. We know what these are." said Kyle.
"Oh, you do? Are you guys from earth?" asked Desmond.
"Yeah." said Johnathon, looking in awe around the room, stopping, and sprinting towards a sniper rifle shelf. He came up on one that was the rifle that his dad had told him that he'd used when he was a sniper. The one and only Barret 50. Caliber Sniper Rifle. "Desmond, please tell me that this is what I think it is." said Johnathon, jumping like a twelve year old with a new toy.
"What my dad's 50. call?" asked Desmond.
"Hey Johnathon, when you're done looking for Christmas gifts, take a look at these." said Kyle, brushing aside some of the blue prints.
"Oh please don't touch those. Um, I need those so that I can break my dad out of jail." said Desmond.
"Wait, your last name is Makarov, you said?" asked Kyle.
"Yeah. Desmond Makarov. I don't believe you guys ever told me your names." said Desmond.
"I'm Kyle Wilson. This is my, esteemed colleague, Johnathon Porter Junior." said Kyle. The minute Kyle had introduced Johnathon to Desmond, Desmond's eyes went wide.
"Johnathon Porter. Oh my god. My dad served with a Johnathon Porter in the marine corps." said Desmond in amazement.
"Was that Johnathon Porter a sniper?" asked Johnathon.
"Yeah." said Desmond. "That blueprint, Kyle, is the blueprint of the prison that my dad is in."
"What did your dad get thrown into prison for?" asked Johnathon.
"Well, he was called out to Terra Sahar-"
"To assassinate a Cyclonian High Value Target!!!!!" said Johnathon and Desmond in unison.
"Oh my god. My dad was thrown into Zartacla for the same thing." said Johnathon.
"Alright, you know what? I'm going to bed. You going up to Piper, Johnathon?" said Kyle.
"Yeah, I'll be going up soon." said Johnathon, looking around the room. "You and I are gonna have a little chat in the morning. I got some stories that I think you'll love." he said to Desmond. He gave Desmond and evil smirk, and walked up to Piper's room. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Johnathon got to room 204, and lightly knocked. Piper opened the door, she had some midnight blue and yellow two piece pajamas. She smiled and pulled him in.
"I thought you were going to spend all night in the lobby." she said, crawling into the bed.
"No, not the lobby. Desmond's arsenal room maybe, but not the lobby." said Johnathon, taking off his robes, folding them, and laying the Hidden Blades on top of them. (In case any of you are wondering, yes Johnathon was wearing something, an undershirt and a pair of basketball shorts). Piper folded the comforter over so Johnathon could get in to bed with her.
"Desmond has and arsenal?" asked Piper.
"Yeah, the entire lounge is filled to the brim with all kinds of little toys." said Johnathon.
"Wow, so, how are you going to start the contract?" asked Piper.
"Well, Desmond is going to break out his dad from prison. I don't when, but his dad is Vladimir Makarov, the guy that Jessica was talking about. I'm gonna see if we can help him." said Johnathon.
"How are we going to do that.?" asked Piper.
"I don't know. Why don't we just get some sleep, and think about this stuff tomorrow." said Johnathon.
"Okay.'' said Piper.
Well then, what can I say. Nothing much but this, "Until next time, hopefully. O_o" (Que dramatic music).