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Word soon spread and the entire Corps and MP departments were eyeing each other like hawks.

Waiting for the kill, for the trigger, for the moment to strike.

However, nothing happened for weeks. Eren and Historia were moved to a secure location outside of the Walls, away from the Military Police and the government. Considering that the Corps were no longer in the good books of anyone, it was better to play with our cards close to our chest, metaphorically speaking. For extra protection, a few of the 104th cadets were also brought in: Jean, Armin, Mikasa, Conny and Sasha. Levi and the rest of Special Ops squad were also currently at the safe house, while I had been sent in to update Erwin on our side. It seemed like a standard day. That was, until…

"Commander Erwin! Urgent news sir!"

An officer burst through Erwin's office door and seeing as he didn't knock, I tensed. Only the worst news allowed for that.

"Pastor Nick is dead, sir!" the man puffed, red in the face from running. My eyes widened. Pastor Nick had been held under Survey Corps custody within the Trost district. If he had died in our authority…wait. I frowned as my thoughts gathered. The pastor had been fine the last time Hanji had informed us, he couldn't have just died suddenly from natural causes.

Unless it wasn't from natural causes.

My head snapped up. The other possibility was that he had been murdered. Erwin waved the man out and we swapped looks. A murder under Corps custody was the perfect trigger for the MP to insert themselves here. Silently, the Commander whisked out a pen and scribbled something down before handing it to me.

"Get this to Levi as fast as you can. Leave now."

I gritted my teeth. This was it. Nodding, I headed to his window and leapt out, reeling myself to the rooves.

Keeping in mind that the MP were crawling over Trost, I headed to the right of the safe house, rather than directly towards it. If I did, it would be child's play to figure out where Eren and Historia were hidden. A few seconds of delay could mean between life and death.

The sound of other 3DMGs triggered my head and I clenched my blades. They were here.

They didn't hesitate either. A click and then the building wall beside me blew up. I shrieked and dodged the flying debris, urging myself to go faster.

What the hell? What kind of guns were they hiding from us? A glance behind me and another question popped up. What kind of 3DMG were they using?

The building on my left then exploded and a piece of loose brick scraped over my cheek, yanking me back into the present. Yells and screams from the innocent people underneath us pierced the air. I let out a sound of discomfort and abruptly rounded the corner. Instead of continuing down the street, I twisted into a u-turn and smashed through a side window, landing in a small apartment in the corner of the building. I somersaulted back to my feet and sprinted back the way I came, aiming for the other glass window. Two MP's flew past me, too preoccupied with finding me ahead of them to notice I was actually rounding up from behind. Mentally apologizing for the smashed glass, I rammed myself out of another and wasted no time hesitating.

Either they killed me first or I killed them first.

I shot out a metal grapple hook towards the back of an MP. The metal claw dug into the flesh, blood immediately spurting from the wound. The MP officer yelped in sudden pain and glared over his shoulder at me. I gritted my teeth and my finger triggered the reel. The MP officer flew backwards towards me, pulled by the metal rope attached to his back. He began screaming in pain, the metal hook slowly ripping his tissue. Chanting that this was to protect the Survey Corps, my grip tightened on my blade before I sliced at the body. The scream cut short, the silence following almost deafening. Twitching anther finger, I released the hook and moved my attention to the other MP, who was now aiming his gun at me in rage. With a burst of smoke, he fired, missing me by centimetres. I instinctively held up my blades in front of my face as the MP officer fired again. A metal bullet collided into my metal swords, the force shoving me back into a brick wall. I managed to grab the edge of the roof and collect my breath. By some crazy stroke of luck, the bullet ricochet off and straight back to the shooter. I averted my eyes as the second bloody corpse dropped onto the street. Screams and shouts from passer-bys took over the area and my heart pumped erratically from the adrenaline.

Keep moving.

With that thought, I heaved myself back onto the rooves and continued to the safe house.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to stay awake as I rode Streak through to the hidden house where everyone currently was. Soon enough, two wooden towers loomed over the tree canopy and I spotted Sasha and Conny acting as watch. They immediately waved me through, genuine but tired smiles on their faces. I gave a curt nod of thanks and rode into the front yard, leaping off Streak as soon as I was close enough to the front door. My interest perked up briefly as I spotted several more horses roaming the yard. Hanji's team must be here too. Great, two birds with one goddamn heavy stone.

I burst through the front door, my hands already ruffling around for Erwin's note.

"Captain Levi!" I exclaimed. Everyone in the dining and front room turned to me. Indeed, Hanji's team were scattered around the front room, the 104th squad were sitting neatly at the table and the Special Ops were cleaning something up in the kitchen. I hurried forward and handed the folded piece of paper over to Levi. He promptly opened it and scanned the details. There was a moment of silence as the rest of us tensely waited for his instructions.

"Pack your things. Leave no trace that we were here." He stood up, his chair scrapping against the wooden floor. The piece of paper lay crumpled in his fist.

"We're leaving. Now."