Mission 7
The deed was done. Akira walked down the busy streets in broad daylight, in one of his many disguises from a job well done. This time as a mine worker for the Hammerites, for no one would suspect a simple slave of the mighty Builder to be into mischief. Along with the usual endorsements, Akria also carried a money pouch where it would be easily swiped by any inexperienced pickpocket, feeling they would need it more then himself but he also wondered how many times he would have to replace the bag. The gem however was a different story he kept that in a disguise it self and hard to obtain even for a master thief, for it was a danger to have it on ones person for so long, every minute it was with him was every minute closer to insanity and chaos but he trudge through the sea of faces, weaving in and out to fulfil some daily errands.
Akira casually walked through one of the many ally ways, learning different routes to take just in case he ever had to take the ground route. "now that I have this thing, maybe hist-" A hand grabbed the back of the Runners collar, pulling him back. Instinct took over his body, as he spun around with an outstretched arm, pick axe in hand. Stopping dead in his tracks as their eyes met. A long cloak draped behind a tall and stout figure, his hand bearing the mark of now deceased faction but his clothing stank of Keeper.
"it's been a while, Akira" the figure spoke in a chill and quite tone dripping in sarcasm "here to bring chaos once again?"
"I have nothing to do with what happened, Takura. You of all people should know"
"the others don't, they still suspecting you giving the gem to that treacherous hag"
"what do you want? I doubt you bringing that up, hasn't some context to it"
"now that you mentioned it I am looking for a certain character"
"who?"
"the one who managed to take out that disloyal hag"
The eyes of Akira changed from his usual grey to a pink colour, a smile crept on Takura's face taking a step forward. The pink eyed assassin lowered his head so his helmet could cover his eyes.
"that's cute, you got a crush" poked Takura "shut up, it's not like that, completely professional" He retorted his voice slipping to a more feminine force. "why are you looking for him?" corrected Akira with a slight cough, looking to the side with disinterest. "well... there was some talk amongst the faction that he has the ability to destroy it and that..." he started, cocking his head to the side to see the Runners eyes. The colour once again changed to a deep purple "you have it..don't you?" immediately Akira glared at his once good comrade's eye's shifting to a glowing red "what about it?" "I need it. At lest keep it out of the wrong hands"
"give it to the Keepers. Yea, great idea lets give it to the ones who destroyed the glyphs and our homes"
"you're over reacting, they didn't destroy them; they sealed them since Ghamal tired to destroy everyone. The solders annihilated our homes, Akira not the Keepers" Takura griped Akira's shoulder his voice calmed as he spoke, trying to reason with an enraged, vengeful, human being
"They did!" he snapped, his voice shifting into more feminine emphasis, accent turning thicker, tearing the Keeper apologists hand from his shoulder, griping with no intent of release, his irises turning into such a deep red they would represent dried blood.
"I think you've kept that gem long enough, Akira, you're not acting like yourself... you're losing control. Give it to me or.." Takura spoke desperately as the grip from the assassin grew tighter as he spoke, Akria's fingers going white as he tug the traitor closer.
"or what? You going to sick those dogs on me? For simply refusing your demand? Typical Keeper!"
"Aki-"
"and stop it with that name! Your painting a target on me!" Akira shouted, ramming his pick axe into Takura's shoulder, blood draining from his face; knees crumpling from the force of the pointed but dull blade. Staring down Akira spoke as his rage faded as his eyes and his tone returning cold and ruff "Never again... I won't let it happen again" finally letting go and turning on a heel the Runner did what he does best, fleeing from the scene. "Shi kema, Akira..." breathed Takura with regret, raising his hand to give the signal. The sun was leaving the horizon as the moon rose for a chill, bleak night as glowing masks pressured the miner.
Consciousness fell on Garrett as he opened his eyes, his right eye clicking for a few seconds as it readjusted damn, I meant to be half asleep... rubbing the sleep from his eyes he looked around the dark room, reminded of what he learned last night, how the assassin too defected from his faction and hated them for what they became, although was reluctant on why he did kids just like me at that age. Garrett smiled as he groggily. climbed the ladder, the crisp air rushed towards him as the night embraced him "full moon tonight, better get to work"