the airship landed near a field of boulders. agent epsilon, followed by his people, stepped out and endured the cool breeze. a few seconds later, francis came out. he looked around and started to doubt his father's plan.
"there will be no destination for you. whatever happens to you from now on is only of your doing. you are free to roam the world as you please. the device used to locate your position will no longer be in our possession. just to be sure of your safety. you have exactly $10,000 to get you what you need and where you need. don't spend it all at once. just try to make a 'team' of your own. believe me, you wont be getting very far without one. so, now that we're understood, I bid you farewell." epsilon gave a quick friendly salute to his good bye.
he turned to leave. francis was still looking around until he turned and watched his father and the people leave. he looked down at what he had and felt he was out of hope. his fathers airship was steaming up, letting him know to stand clear of the air pressure.
"well, if this is what 'free' is like, I hope zak is happy now." he mumbled to himself. he was starting to regret ever listening to zak. he hated him even more now than he did awhile back. "I do one thing his inferior mind tells me, and now im abandoned in a dark abyss of nothingness. ohhoh just wait until the next time I see him. imma toe-tag him like K-day. him and his unknown specimen brothers and his gigantic freakin…"
he heard something like leaves crunching behind one of the boulders. he tightened his bag on his shoulder. he turned the opposite direction and fixed his glasses. there was nothing wrong with them. there was a switch on them that puts a tiny screen that only he can see on the inner lens of his glasses so he can see whats behind him without being suspicious.
the object continued to carelessly make noise. francis turned off the screen within his glasses and turned to look for the source of the sound. it was coming from behind a distant boulder. he didn't think it would be dangerous to approach it. so he began to walk toward the noise. it was somebody walking, trying to be sneaky going down a path. francis watched from behind a boulder. the person was a rather big guy. he had short, messy, curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a carrying bag at his side, kind of like francis's. francis grabbed his bag just to be sure.
francis was about to move to a different spot so he could keep an eye on this guy, but as he turned around, a cyber shock-wave combusted him off the ground and landed on a really hard boulder. the combustion looked like a disconnected spring, starting with a small circle working its way up to a bigger one each time, sending a massive heat ring to scorch through the air. francis saw the really large man run up and lean over him confused and a young boy with medium-long, jet black hair and dark green eyes nervously run up from the direction of the combustion wave. the two unknown people looked at each other, wondering what to do with francis. then all went black…
