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Sig woke up slowly, the dull pain in his eye and a strange wobbling sensation bringing him back to his senses. Looking down, he saw he was in a wheelbarrow. How had he got there? He pondered this for a second before remembering all of what had happened, his painful trek, the metal head, and then his mysterious savior. Realizing this must be who was wheeling along the barrow he looked around, only to see a boy, about his age, with blond hair. The thing that was strangest about him was his armor however. It was a mixture of many materials. Some parts titanium like the guard's, some parts of it was what appeared to be metal head armor, Sig didn't know if it had really belonged to a metal head as he had only ever see pictures of them, but it looked genuine. The strangest bit of the armor, however, had to be the leg guards. They seemed, amazingly, to be made of dried mud. Noticing his gaze the boy grinned.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Jinx, me and my pa rescued you from that metal head." That explained how he was so young then thought Sig. But where was the father? It was then that Sig noticed that he wasn't the only thing in the barrow. On and around him, there where many pieces of precursor technology. These people had to be smugglers then! No one else could get this many artifacts. Looking around again he decided to let his suspicions show and asked the boy, Jinx, the question that was burning in the front of his mind. After all, if they were in that line of work then who knows what they would do to him?

"Are you smugglers?" He winced. He had tried to sound inquiring and casual but it had ended up as an accusation. As wellasthat, the fact that it had been almost a day since he had last seen anything that looked clean enough to drink meant that his throat, although well enough to speak, put him in severe pain every time he actually managed to. He heard laughter and looked around. However, due to his mysterious half blindness, which still seemed to be affecting him, and the fact that he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried, turn his head a complete 360 degreeshe was unable to ascertain the identity of the person who, it seemed, had found his question funny. He was unsure what that meant, were they smugglers who thought it funny that he didn't find that fact obvious? Or were they normal people who found it amusing that he even considered the fact that they could be smugglers? His question was answered a second later by the mysterious figure.

"We're not smugglers kid," Sig sighed in relief, seeing this, the person laughed again before continuing, "we're the only scavenger team who still look in the sewers for items, precursor or not." Sig looked down again and noticed that most of the mud stained items were indeed not precursor made. "Hold still for a second," instructed the mysterious voice and Sig did. A man came into his field of view. He dressed and looked a lot like his son, or was it the other way round? The man picked up a strange cylinder with an orange lens on one end. "This might hurt a bit." He said, beforepushing the cylinder into what Sig still thought was his eye. Sig screamed for a second then stopped, completely shocked. He could see again. He calmly felt the strange cylinder in his eye socket and realized that he had lost and eye. He had been denying t to himself before but now realized it was true. Looking around he saw that his new eye seemed to see slightly better than his old one. There was also a tactical overlay that vanished asit became connected to his brain and realized he had no need of this feature yet. In many ways it was a revolutionary new implant and only a few had ever been made. It was powered by the ecoenergyin a personsbrain and could see in the entire spectrum of light, from ultra violet to infrared. It would be very useful for Sig in later years. "Ok kid?" questioned the man. Sig nodded mutely. "Great!" he exclaimed, "lets go." And with that the barrow began to move off into the distance.

"Why are you helping me?" asked Sig. They had been travelling for an hour. After they had got far enough away from the area where Sig had been attacked they hadstarted to talk to Sig. He hadn't said anything back to them until now. At first he had just been shocked that he could see again. Then he was to afraid to ask them his question incase they said something selfish likje that they were only doing it for the reward (would his return be offering a reward yet? He didn't know.) however, now that he had asked he was desperate to hear the answer. That's why, when he heard another strange sound he neglected to mention it. That was a big mistake.

"Well kid-" Began Jinx's father but as cut off by a shriek and a hiss. Jinx and his father spun around, knocking over the barrow Sig was in, causing him to fall into the swiftly flowing stream and be swept away.Sig heard gunfire and managed to spin around for a second. Jinx was beside him. He had jumped in to try and evade the carnage that was now taking place on the shore of the small river. His fatherhad probably forced him to do this,judging by the look on his face. It was easy to see why.Despite the fact that no light penetrated the sewers it was bright enough to easily seefrom the glow of thousands of metal head skull gems, attatched to the thousands of metal headslining the floor, walls and ceiling. Jinx's father was holding them off as he shouted madly for Sig and Jinx to getaway. Theycould both swim and they would have been fine except for the fact that Sig'snew eye, not fully intergrated into his nerves and therefore still quite fragile shorted out. This caused Sig to be momentarily disorientated by his half vision and hestopped swimmingfor a second and began to sink. When he realised what had happened he panicked, thrashing about in the water. Jinx cam over to him to see what was wrong and Sig grabbed him, causing them both tosubmerge. Sig, still panicking, wouldn't let go of Jinx and so they stayed underwater. Both of thier lungs were gasping for air when Sig finally came back to his senses. They looked up and realised that they were very deep into the water. The light had gone now and they couldn't see which way the surface was, for all they knew they could have been overturned by the struggle. If they chose the wrong direction they would die. If they took too long to decide they would die. If they chose the right direction they might still die but they had more of a chance at life. Knowing all this Sig and Jinx looked up once again, trying to see some sign of what was the right direction. Seeing none they shrugged and began to desperately swim upward and, they hoped, towards the surface.

Another cliffhanger insert evil laugh here

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Finally, can anyone think of a good name for Jinx's dad? I couldn't think of one that I liked at all and I cant just call him Xnij because I have no idea how to pronounce that.