Warriors: The New Era.
Chapter Forty Three: Blindsided
Fang and Brightheart are protecting two people of great interest, and the ARS want them back.
Deeper in the caverns and tunnels in the Court of Miracles, was the communications room. Poppyfrost 'borrowed' lots of money from Foxleap to get state of the art equipment for it. It was a technological wonder.
And it's inhabitants at the monet were a brute with short gray hair, and a blonde-ginger young woman with half her face ripped off, skin and all.
Fang grunted as the person on the other side of the phone spoke quickly.
"Fine, but come along with the boy..." Fang grunted, as the target hung up.
Brightheart watched from across the room, smirking, "What happened?"
Fang rubbed his eyes, "What do you think?! The little shit got greedy and was compromised!"
"Well, what did you expect when you send Sunfield into the battlefront?" Brightheart smirked, adjusting her eye patch that covered her mauled out eye, "He's an idiot."
Fang nodded, while Brightheart began to cackle.
"What? What is it?"
"You were worried about him! Weren't you?!" Brightheart hollered with laughter.
"NO!" Fang roared, but Brightheart laughed even harder.
"Whatever! Yeah, he's a kid, that's why I was worried!" Fang defended.
Brightheart chuckled, "So...deep down, you do have a heart."
"And you don't, you repulsive lizard!" Fang smirked.
Brightheart's hand hovered her hip as she sat straight, "You don't pick a fight with me..."
Fang cracked his knuckles, "Don't I?"
Brightheart grunted, "Okay, you win. I'm not dumb enough to pick a fight with you."
Fang grinned, chuckling softly.
(Picks off from Chapter 18 of ISLAND OF THE LOST. You want to know what happened, read it!)
Sunfield grinned, waiting on a bench outside the school.
Dusty groaned, "I thought you said you had a bike?"
"Yeah," Sunfield smirked, "I'm gonna peddle my bicycle seventy miles to Riven with you on it. No. We do what normal citizens would do. We take the bus!"
Dusty shuffled his feet, "Well...it's dangerous."
"And?" Sunfield grinned, "Oh hey also, I heard that superhero conversation you and the other kid were talking about."
"And?" Dusty raised his brow.
Sunfield grinned, "In a sense, I'm about to answer your question about the love DC gives their heroes with an answer you can't refute."
"Shoot your shot," Dusty groaned, already tired of this conversation.
"DC loves their heroes, and Marvel loves their heroes. And that's that," Sunfield hummed a tune.
Dusty groaned, "You mean, you have no stake in that argument?"
"I've never been one for movies. I'm more of a weeb myself. Y'all can keep Batbro and Iron Giant, I'll stick with the classics. Death Note, My Hero Academia (which by the way is just an Anime X-Men)," Sunfield added with a grin.
"Just don't start ranting."
"Sure...oh by the way! You got any money to pay the driver?" Sunfield asked.
Dusty groaned again, "Yeah, I do."
"No you don't."
Dusty raised a brow, a little aggravated by this kid's motormouth, "W-what?"
Sunfield looked at him dead in the eyes, with a smug little smile on his face.
"No. You. Don't."
Dusty reached for his front pocket, only to realize his wallet was gone. In a state of panic, he searched the ground beneath him, only to look up because of Sunfield's quiet chuckling.
Sunfield threw the wallet in the air and caught it one handed, not even looking at the trifold carrier, "You see, you want to know why I'm so good at my job? Why everyone underestimates me and ends up tricked by me?"
Sunfield grinned, "Don't watch the mouth. Watch the hands."
He tossed the wallet back at Dusty, who opened it to find most of his money there.
Sunfield whistled with a rolled up twenty in his fingers, unfolding it to reveal his money.
Dusty was in no mood for games, "Give it back, rookie."
Sunfield shook his head, removing his beanie and letting his golden hair fall out. "Think of it as payback for roundhouse kicking me in the face."
Dusty launched himself at the boy, just wanting to get his money back.
In an instant, ducked under the punch, shoved the beanie in Dusty's face, and punched it with his left hand. The punch wasn't hard, but it was meant to be a wind catcher. Sunfield stepped back smugly, hands in his pockets.
Dusty rubbed his forehead, and scowled, "You brat!"
Sunfield shrugged, "What are you talking about? I gave you your money back."
Dusty, confused, looked at the beanie in his hands, and noticed the twenty, inside the beanie crumpled up.
Dusty looked at Sunfield in shock.
"See what I mean? Don't watch the mouth..."
"Watch the hands," Dusty smirked, putting the money back in his wallet.
"It's brilliance you know, because I have perfected the art of blindsides and misdirection," Sunfield bragged, "No one is worried that they are being fooled because they are too busy laughing AT the fool."
Dusty nodded, aware he stole that from a movie, but didn't care, "It seems I underestimated you."
"Most folk do," Sunfield nodded, "Don't beat yourself up."
"I can still kick your ass in a fight!" Dusty challenged.
Sunfield shrugged, "Okay."
Dusty smirked, "And know how to use most firearms known to man."
"Sure," Sunfield nodded.
Dusty started to growl, slightly annoyed, "And have survived numerous attacks."
"And?" Sunfield smirked, "If you're trying to impress or scare me, it ain't working. I'll still fight ya."
"And lose."
"So? People lose all the time," Sunfield shrugged, looking at the sky.
Dusty sighed, "You don't feel fear at all do you?"
"Nope."
"Is that why you are so damn annoying?" Dusty asked.
Sunfield smiled, "It's a defense mechanism. The more stressed I am, the more I joke and laugh to ease myself. It helps. Smiling puts dopamine in your head, so by smiling, your ten times happier then you normally are."
It was Dusty's turn to shrug, "Yeah...sure."
Sunfield nodded, and looked at the street as a Bus came into view.
"Alright, you ready to meet Lostface and the Old Man?"
"This isn't a social call," Dusty argued, grabbing his backpack, "This is a check up on a ARS rape victim."
Sunfield grinned, "Eh, they'll be fine. Now come on! I call window seat!"
Sunfield hopped into the bus, whistling a tune as Dusty rolled his eyes.
He rubbed his forehead, where Sunfield hit him, and looked down at the beanie, still in his tight fists.
He'd never admit it, but the golden boy was growing on him.
Jack knocked on the wooden door, sighing to himself.
"Icecloud? You in there?"
When Jack found Icecloud in a naked stupor, he tried his best to remain calm and rational. He took her to Riven because Poppyfrost's forces would no doubt be of help to the two. Brightheart was as sweet and gentle as can be, while the big guy just stood around barking orders.
"It's me, Jack," he rested his head on the door, looking at the ground, "Can you let me in?"
He heard the sounds of shuffling feet behind the door, and someone grabbing the doorknob.
The door opened to see Icecloud, covered in sheets and smelling fresh out of a bath. Her icy white hair was in strands, and she dripped slightly.
Jack instinctively wrapped his rams around her, cherishing her like she was air.
Icecloud flinched hard, but soon relented and buried herself in Jack's hug.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I wasn't there," Jack said, holding tears back to appear strong, because at the moment, that's all Icecloud needed.
Icecloud nodded, and buried her head into Jack's shirt, soaking it with bath water and tears.
"You smell like lemons," Jack said, in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.
"It helps wash the scent of semen."
Jack almost broke right then and there, but he remained strong, "Get dressed, we're leaving soon."
Icecloud nodded not shutting the door and instinctively going to the closest.
"You...want some privacy?' Jack asked, looking at the door she left open.
"What? Oh...yeah, sure."
Jack shut the door, and waited outside.
After several minutes, Icecloud appeared with a gray oversized hoodie, and jeans, with tennis shoes on.
"You look better," Jack said with a soft smile.
Icecloud let a confident smile escape her, and she nodded, "Yeah...feel better too..."
"Come on," Jack wrapped his arm around her shoulder and lightly pulled her down the tunnels.
Icecloud looked at her feet most of the time, but when they reached the stairs leading to the market place she looked at Jack in a mix of affection and wonder.
"How'd you find me?"
Jack smirked, "Funny story. I met one of your captors in a game of poker. He tried to buy back in with your gun. Oh by the way, here's your gun."
Jack drew the silver revolver and handed it to Icecloud, who seemingly hugged it, "Oh...I thought I lost it."
While Icecloud loaded her revolver back up, Jack unbuckled his chest holster, and handed it to her, slipping it on like a shirt. She put the gun into it's home, smoothly and safely, as they walked up the stairs.
Jack opened the door at the top of the stairs, walking through to be greeted by Brightheart, who looked at them in understandable worry, "Come on, I'll lead you to your Motorcycle."
Jack nodded as he walked through the marketplace, Icecloud clung tightly to Jack. As Brightheart started talking about her apologies, Jack looked around, scanning the are like his CIA officer taught him to...
Because something didn't feel right.
Jack rested his hand on his pocket, a combat knife at the ready.
Icecloud seemingly started to feel it to, getting nervouse all of a sudden, "Uh...Brightheart? I...something doesn't feel okay."
"Now you're telling me? I could have said tha-"
BANG!
Brightheart buckled to the ground, her hip exploding with blood.
"RUN!" She roared, instantly aware of the threat, "GET FANG! MOVE TO WAREHOUSE 29!"
Jack and Icecloud instantly ran into the screaming crowds, to lose their pursuers.
A tall man with long ragged black hair and sunken eyes growled, pistol drawn and following after, "SECURE THE ASSET!"
Instantly, the marketplace was alive with gunfire, soldiers and guns being fired, as the citizens ran through the warehouse district and in all directions.
Soon enough, Brightheart was the only one left.
"SEARCH FOR SURVIVORS!" one of them cried.
Brightheart crawled into one of the market stalls, a rug merchant, and grabbed a small circular button from her breast pocket.
"Queen, you better be coming..."
She pressed the button, and hid in the rugs.
The raid has begun.
Res will write what happens next in the Raid, because now it's my turn to eat popcorn and watch.
Adios.