"I want in."

"Listen... I won't be wasting my time wi-"

"Me neither. I. Want. In."

"...You got a name?"

"...Bangalore..."

"...then I told him, 'you got bamboozled!' You should've seen his face!" Elliot was sitting besides Wraith on the bed telling stories of his past. It's been some days after they got ambushed, and Wraith has been recuperating from her injuries then. The event of the attack has been spreading like wild fire among the city, and Elliot was being recognized as a hero of some sort. The doctor came in and called in Wraith for a final check up before being discharged. She stood up, and followed the doctor while Elliot stayed in the room waiting. It really didn't take that long, as it only was a scan for her injuries. Most of them came from the heavy impact from the fall, along with the heavy collision of glass. But finally, the doctor gave the word and Wraith was able to leave. She suit up and came back to the room with her gear. "Hey! So you're good to go?" Elliot said. "Yeah, pretty much" responded Wraith. "Great, cuz the deadline for the entries for the games is kinda coming soon... if you're ready, we better get going." Wraith agreed and both began to leave the floor through the elevator.

When the automatic doors of the entrance opened for both, the flashes of light and the moving of people began. A crowd were in their way, all talking at the same and taking pictures as much as they could. The amount of flashes of light would disorient anyone, and they were right in the middle of everything. Elliot squinted his eyes and grabbed Wraith's arm to try and get through and not get lost around the crowd. "Over here! Please just a few questions! You're a hero! Mr. Witt! Sir! Hey, we got some questions! He's amazing!" Everyone wanted to say something, yet it was done at the same time. "Sorry not now. Hey thanks! Sorry sorry. Coming though. Excuse me!" Elliot did his best to come through the crowd and would constantly check if Wraith was still with him. But once he saw her face, he knew something was wrong. She seemed... desperate... kind of lost... Right on time, a car came by slowly as the crowd began to make space for it to park besides the sidewalk. Elliot helped Wraith get in and the car as it quickly got back in the road.

"It's good to see you're all better!" Pathfinder said while sitting in the driver's seat in an awkward position. Wraith was catching her breath as Elliot was checking on her, "H-hey you good?" he asked. Wraith took some time to respond, "Y-yeah... I just... don't do well with, small spaces...". Elliot move towards The front seat and said, "Good to see you're all good Path. You came in right on time." "Happy to help! We'll arrive right on time shortly, so don't you worry!" The car was rushing along the traffic surprisingly well considering how uncomfortable it would have to be for Pathfiner to drive while almost crouching. Wraith was wondering what was the rush. "Why, are we going fast?", she asked. "So... we supposed to be on the station for the games by now... we're kinda late?" said Elliot. The recruiter for the district had sent the alert to all recruits that morning to meet up at the Interstellar Station for deployment. The fact that a couple of "amateurs" were coming late was not making his day.

Once they arrived at the car line up in the entrance, they got their bags from the back and Elliot sent the car in auto-drive to go back home. "G-12, G-12, G-12, G-12..." Elliot kept repeating the same thing over and over again while looking for their shuttle gate. At this point he was holding on for dear life hoping that the team wouldn't deploy without them. "HEY!" A loud voice projected itself from behind them. "Bollocks! What do you think you're doing coming in late! I should leave you right where you are!" the recruiter said with a heavy English accent and without holding back a single ounce of anger. "...you..." he said looking directly at Elliot standing in the middle of the rest. "M-me...?" said Elliot trying to keep his posture. The recruiter walked towards him, "Don't think that I didn't saw what you did there in that hotel..." They stood there for one second staring at each other in the middle of the crowd passing left and right. "You're a brave one, gonna give you that... But the brave ones are usually the first to hit the dirt..."

"Why are you three still standing here? Get to the gate." The three of them jumped out of it and made a move on to their gate. "The heck is his problem...?" Elliot said to himself. The whole shuttle itself was in an upward position and was being hold down by a tower. It was large in size, and was currently being loaded with cargo. The team placed their bags on a slot that would send them inside a baggage compartment, and stepped inside. Now, this was the tricky part. Since the whole vessel was in an upward position, the whole section inside was looking upward as well along with the seats. What would have been the floor was actually a wall to the left with a ladder on both sides of either rows that would go all the way down. The staff were the only ones assigned with an automated rappel, as the passangers were given safety ones to support on their decent. This was a military grade aircraft, no exceptions. The team hooked up, and started descending down the ladder to find their seats. They found many faces looking straight at them, who were here sitting and strapped because of many reasons but one single conclusion. The games. They were mates in this shuttle. But after this. Once they step out of this shuttle. They would all become foes.

It took about 10 minutes until everyone had arrived and strapped up to their seats. The engines were warmed up. The cargo bay was full. The shuttle was set to go. "Here goes nothing," said Elliot as he got comfortable in his seat. "This is exciting!" said Pathfinder. A man in one of the front seats called his attention, and showed him a gesture of slitting his throat with a menacing face as an act of a threat. Pathfinder looked over confused, and then suddenly waved energetically towards the strange man, only to be stopped by Elliot. He says, "Path, hey, you're not here to make friends, ok?" "Are they also here for the games?" asked Pathfinder with some excitement in his tone. "Yeah, pretty much..." said Elliot while doing a gesture of shooting them with his hand and blowing his finger. "So are they... the bad guys?" asked Pathfinder while looking around at all sorts of participants. "Actually, yeah I guess you can say that, let's go with that," said Elliot. Pathfinder took a moment to look around at the many people in the shuttle. "Wow, that's a lot of people to take down. I'll have to start working on my combat parameters pretty soon!" said excited. "Path don't say that out loud!" whispered Elliot, while many people turned around to look for whoever said that. Wraith did as well, but to look around at the many participants who were actually playing. Many had very "interesting" costumes, while others wore common overalls.

People from many places and many pasts come together just for either fame, thrill, pride, answers, or just for the killing. It all comes down to how much are they willing to play for their own reasons and come to the top of the charts. There will only be one champion.

But in the end, champions are made to fall.

APEX LEGENDS

College is "fun".

My brain at 1am infront of the computer doing an essay:

*frustrating noises