It was Jet Enduro who walked into town one day. A break from him travel companions that he has an off and on relationship with. He likes them on some occasions, and at other times could do without them. Especially Gallows when that Basker goes and tries some goofy line of his. Gallows was a womanizer, or at least most think so. No woman could rightfully like him until he cooled that image down a bit. Inside he was a better man. And Jet liked to think that when he punched the Baskar before he picked up some random woman he was saving the woman. That, and he also saved the entire human-race by deterring any occurrence of a small Caradine before the world was ready for it.
The town of Claiborne was the only place Jet had a link in really to anyone outside his group. That was due to the fact that he knew the young man named Pike. It was a brief change of pace for Jet to be in town. So when he swung by to see Pike in a hope to change his name and run away forever—as a joke, but it would probably become serious—Jet was met by something else.
"Oh, hey….Jet, I…have this letter for you." Pike took the small parcel from his shirt pocket and extended it out to the other man.
Jet stared at it as it drooped towards the ground in Pike's hand. Slowly Jet took it up in his own fingers. "Who sent it?"
"I don't remember."
Jet raised a brow. "When did it come?"
"That's the strange thing." Pike remarked with a face of concern. "About a year or two ago before I even met you someone gave it to me and told me to give it to you now."
"What?" Jet looked to the letter. Swallowing out of a worry of what was written within it. His hands ripped it open. They ripped them open. Okay, they weren't. He couldn't get his hands to break it open. His hands were slightly trembling so he could not get it open. Instead he forced it open and tore the two papers that made the envelope apart.
Jet looked at the two words on the paper. Staring at them as his mind went back. He had memories now. He could do that.
Iu Kiku
The name of the book that had been the treasure at the Ruins of the Four. Dowaito Ayasaki. He had sent the letter, or at least that was as much as Jet could figure. He had been alive then, even though he is dead now. Jet had seen that man dead within the hull of a destroyed sandcraft. Their first meeting though…was when he also met Adven who is always the constant thorn in his side.
Jet heard that again. Iu Kiku. If only he knew what it was though. He wish he knew what it meant but it was a language so alien to him and so native to him at the same moment and that made no sense to him. Did anybody know though?
Jet looked to Pike. "I'm going on a journey. If that team of mine come by tell them to stick around here and I'll meet up with them later."
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Truthfully…I'm not sure." Jet shook his head. "I'll find out, now, won't I?"
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Jet opened the wooden door with a wooden creak. The dust in the air could be seen in the sunbeam from the window. As the doorknob clashed with the wall making a small noise Jet scanned the room. Jet watched the dust in the air swirl and immediately rolled into the room as the door had a hole punched into it.
Jet stood upward as he brushed his clothing free of dust. "Did you get a letter as well?"
Adven retracted his hand from the hole he placed in the door. "Yes, a message from Dowaito Ayasaki from a year or so ago."
The two faced one another with a glare in each of their eye.
Adven spoke first, "The treasure is here?"
"Maybe." Jet had finished his scan of the room. His eyes coming to the roll-top desk made of cedar. The wood with the best smell to it.
Adven's brown eyes however had fallen on the same desk at the same time. "It could be." He mused.
Without warning the two scrambled for the desk. Colliding into one another and falling to the floor in two separate heaps. The two fought one another to stand. Grabbing onto Adven's shirt was Jet's first tactic to force the man down. Adven went with Jet's belt.
Adven wormed his way onward and was standing tall after he slipped off his silk shirt. Standing however became a problem when after Jet lost his hold on the shirt he grabbed Adven's pants. Adven quickly went to put his pants back on as Jet started to fight with the roll-top desk. It would not open for him.
Adven stepped back in and the two started pushing the other while trying to get a chance at opening the locked desk. Finally Jet figured out why it wasn't opening and punched a hole in it the same time as Adven did across from his hole. The two brought their hands out of the desk each holding an item.
Jet held another parchment that he realized was a letter. Adven held a map. The two looked to one another. Jet ripped off the lock and opened the desk to find only empty shelf and space.
"A map?" Adven scans the image on the paper. "Looks like I gots me a treasure map."
Jet put up a finger. "But I have a letter with instructions and some other junk I don't have time to read right now." Jet put his hand in his back pocket and flashed the small key. "And I have this key that I stole from Dowaito back then."
"So? I have the map."
"Like I need it. The instructions will probably say the same thing."
"Then…we'll just have to see who can get there first." Adven began.
It was silent. Nothing was happening, not even thoughts. The two looked to the door and back to each other.
"Last one there is-"
"Screw that!" Jet and Adven ran into the doorway. Each of them getting stuck when neither could get through. "Can you suck in any more air?" Jet questioned.
"Already tried that." Adven tried to turn and failed. "Uh…"
"You need a bath."
"Look, Dowaito is dead. Let's just break the trim off."
"Whatever." Jet inched his right, gloved hand to his ARM and aimed it at the door. The resulting attacks made by it made just enough room for Jet to move and turn.
The two of them were quick to stumble outside onto the sand. As each fought to stand up another battle like the one to get up near the desk began again. If only it were the last…