"Another carrot!"
"Mushroom."
The vendor nodded her head at the request of her two most valuable loyal customers, as she prepared the food and put it into the hotpot.
The distance explosion, gunfire and shouting were music to the quiet street. The sight of Operators from different factions fighting against the Reunion were the entertainment to watch as they ate.
Without saying a word, the vendor prepared two glass cups, pouring fruit punch into the cups.
They could hear the chatter of information on the communication device from a badly injured Operator nearby.
"Can anyone hear me? We need help! Getting overwhelm by waves off-"
The communication was cut off by another loud explosion from the other end of the communication device.
"Are you?" The vendor asked as she looked at the two customers, who were busy stuffing food into their mouths.
"Sorry, we are officially retired." The black spiky hair customer replied, swallowing his food in haste. "No more getting order by some entity that want us to fight for a purpose."
"….." The brown hair customer on the right did not say a word.
"Even my partner agrees." The black spiky hair customer. "Besides, what's the point of getting ourselves in danger? Being a good Samaritan gets you nothing but an earful of-"
Before he could finish his word, the badly injured customer crawled towards them, tugging onto his pant.
"There is a reward…" The Operator tried to force himself to talk.
"Rewards? You know, people should lead any request with that phrase." The two customers helped the badly injured to the seat. "Where are you suppose to meet up with the group?"
"The warehouse." The Operator slump onto the table unconscious from the injuries suffered.
"I guess we could call this a morning workout." Both of them drank their fruit punch and picked up their weapons, which were resting against the stall.
[Warehouse]
Rhodes island rookie operators put up a fierce defence, waves after waves of Reunions flood towards the front-line, overwhelming the front-line before funneling towards the middle.
"Where's the reinforcements?"
"Another two more-minute, Doctor is trying to get hold of the other teams to hurry over to our position."
"We need them two second ago!"
Rhodes island rookies turn to horror as weapons were not doing any damage to slow down the waves as the Reunion surged towards a particular crate in the middle.
A red staff with golden decoration on either end, came flying from a distance and slamming onto the front of the wave.
"I have arrived!" The black spiky hair customer lands onto the top of the staff, striking a pose, before looking down onto the confused Reunion.
"Now for the formalities before we start the show. My Codename is Sage. If you want to live, best turn around and flee the other way."
Sage points to the opposite end of the exposed door. "For I assure you, my partner Berserker, would make your life a living nightmare if you don't heed my words."
The Reunion soldiers shrugged at one another, confused on what two unknown operators could do to stop them.
"Who are they?" one of the rookies got up and looked at the scene.
"I'm not sure, they aren't registered as friend or foe."
"Five seconds is all you get to decide." Sage raised his hand up high before he starts counting down.
"Five."
"Four."
"Three."
"One."
Sage kicks the staff into the air, catching it with both hands and lands a strike onto the floor, causing the Reunion soldiers to be knock back onto the other. Some Reunion soldiers were knocked out by the initial surprise attack.
The plans did not change, using their superior numbers, Reunion soldiers tried flooding in once again. Some managed to slip past Sage, only to encounter Berserker guarding the artificial choke point behind the crates.
"A Guard?"
That was the first idea that the Reunion soldiers had as they saw Berserker holding a bronze Hoplon shield and a long metal truncheon.
Berserker shield had a special split down the middle, exposing parts of his face as he held it forward.
Within minutes, those soldiers that managed to slip past Sage began running back. Some of them, screaming in fear.
Their fear was more than enough to cause a mass panic amongst the ranks. Panic soon began a rout.
"I did warn you" Sage chuckled as he knocks out the remaining stragglers. "Now for the reward."
The Rookies of Rhodes Island carried their injured comrades by the arm and dragged them towards the crate that they were supposing to be guarding, only to find the Sage and Berserker were about to break the locks open with their weapons.
"Stop! What are you trying to do?! Those are valuable cargoes that we are supposed to be guarding!" one of the rookies shouted, pointing his crossbow at the two.
"Look kid, we did most of the work for you, it's only right to claim the reward so we could split it fairly." Sage withdrew his weapon from the locks and rest it on his shoulders, as the rookie lowered his crossbow upon seeing Sage actions. "Besides, how do I know if I did not get short-change for my effort after saving all you."
"The Doctor will reward you with the Lungmen Dollars for your effort. Just do not destroy the cargoes."
"Alright. Bring me to this Doctor of yours immediately."
Berserker nudged on Sage shoulder. "One more."
"Oh right, that guy." Sage picks up his communication device. "Vendor, pack up shop and bring that operator along."
"Please." The vendor replied back.
"What?"
"Ask nicely if you want a high level request."
"Are you serious?" Sage bite onto his lip as their communication drew attentions from the rookies. "Fine. Fine. Could you PLEASE come to my position? Sending you the coordinates."
Before the vendor could reply back, Sage immediately hung up and slams his fist into one of the broken crates nearby and turning around with the weapon drawn at the rookies.
"You heard nothing. Do you understand?"
The rookies nodded in unisons.