Here is part two guys! I've been thinking forward, hopefully you like this Part, so I can continue the story! Sorry if its short! (Like part one T.T)

Enjoy.

Part Two: Cricked Canals

A distant figure... A man... It neared, she could see it holding some sort of thing in its hand... It came closer, and the figure shaped to a man, then. Dissapeared.

Sarah was torn out of her dream, she awoke, breathing heavily and looking around herself, confused as she realized she wasn't sleeping anymore. She set her legs onto the ground, sitting on the bed as she got her heart rate down to a normal. Making herself ready, she inhaled and stood up. Breathing in and readying for a new day, she got dressed and washed her face with a waterbottle she had gotten from Tony the other day.

Walking out of her room and entering the long hallway, she turned left and headed for, from what she remembers, the main room. When she got there, she found Tony, he was eating breakfast, he politely invited her to join. They sat and ate, talking about things, she found out Tony had worked as a mechanic before the war, and he had been studying for a medical license, and that he was only one week from getting it. After the war the Universal Union had shipped him to City Eight, after they extablished it of course, and he had then later escaped to the refugee camps and joined arms within the anti-citizens and the refugee's.

After some talking they went for a walk outside, of course only a brief and short route, to assure they weren't seen by lone metropolice units on their patrol. The canals were rather large but also small, they covered a long space but the walkways weren't that roomy, it could fit about two people, shoulder to shoulder of course.

On their way back they came past an old building, the sign hanging from the third floor clearly marked the symbols '自由中 音楽を' of what Sarah could see, it said 'The music of freedom' or something similar. The half year Sarah and her sister spent in Japan had quite improved her Japanese, yet it had not helped her much in the past, after the war it helped greatly. Afterall, City Eight was located in the remains of Tokyo, and here half of the city must have been able to speak Japanese, yet Sarah had only seen a small number of Asian citizens there.

Tony broke the silence, "It means 'Freedom of Music', the sign I mean." He leaned onto the railing next to her; his eyes were strangely blackish even though they were clearly brown from a distance.

Thinking loudly she asked, "Is your name really, Tony?" there was a slight pause.

"Well, that's the name I use" He hesitated "you see, I was… Taken in, by an American family, when my parents died that is. Happened when I was six, car accident in Tokyo streets" he looked down, "they gave me a nickname as my old one was too hard to pronounce, for them at least" he looked up at the sky, it was getting dark,

"Do you, remember what it was?" Sarah said, though regretting immidiadly after.

"It is hard to remember, but…" He said, clearly looking at her now, she could understand that it must have been hard for him, having known the feeling herself, left alone, so she decided to change subject.

"You ever wonder… How things would be, if 'they' hadn't invaded here?" she said.

"I honestly don't want to know" he replied, she thought to herself, 'How can he not?' but before she could say it, a spark of metal erupted next to her on the railing, followed by an echo of a gunshot.

She she dived for cover as Tony pulled out his pistol, firing two shots he hit the metropolice unit that had been watching them from the bridge, the clear spark from its helmet erupted as the first round ricocheted off the steel helmet, followed by a blood splatter when the second round penetrated the right goggle.

Before Sarah could react, Tony had pulled her up and they were running. As they ran she could hear the loud beep noise emitted opon death of a metropolice unit, looking back down the long canal, quickly enough to see an APC stop where the, now dead, metropolice unit had been standing. Seconds later they ran into the tunnel system, followed by loud footsteps, they yet again hid in the shadows.

Sarah was nervous, her breathing was low and hard to hear, yet it felt so loud to her. Then she heard it, the loud footsteps and echo of a beeping radio, the sound that all metropolice units had whey the walked. She searched for Tony, but he was gone. Pushing herself tightly to the wall, she closed her eyes and wished that the unit didn't carry a flashlight.

When she opened her eyes, she could see the unit, standing right in front of her, she almost screamed, but only a low gasp could be heard, the unit slowly turned their head, looking directly at her, then aimed. Sarah closed her eyes of fear what would happen next, a loud thump and the unit fell to the ground, the pistol falling next to them. Sarah didn't know what to do, nor what had just happened. Walking out of the shadows it took her some seconds to realize what had made the unit fall, it was Tony. He was carrying a metal pipe, he dropped it and looked at her. She was about to say something when they heard the loud beep from the metrocops radio.

"Take everything you can from him, quickly. I'll keep watch, when you're done, hide his body in the shadows." He whispered as he walked over to the end of the hall, peeking around the corners while unholstering his pistol. Sarah looked at the unit, the hit must have smashed the glass directly into the eye, slowly kneeling down she took the belt off, wrapping it around her thigh she took the Kevlar vest off and put it on herself, she then unclipped the handheld radio and stuffed it in her pocket. Slowly dragging the unit into the shadows she wondered what would have happened if Tony hadn't come to help her, she then moved towards Tony, on the way she picked up the pistol from the ground.

Sneaking down the hallways, silently and scanning for threats, they could hear the Civil Protection mobilizing around the area, Tony then all of a sudden stopped. Motioning for her to stay low, he inserted a coin into the vending machine they were hiding behind, pressing some of the buttons he then smacked the side of the machine three times and the 'door' opened. Sarah could not believe it, closing the entrance behind them they walked further down the hall, still remaining quiet they entered a small room with three beds, a wooden desk and a green crate with a marking of a bullet. There they barricaded the doorway the most they could, leaving the two beds and the green crate as far away from the doorway as possible. Sitting onto the bed, she unclipped the equipment belt she had taken from the metrocop and said, "Ugh, where do they get this stuff?"

Tony gave her statement a slight chuckle as he lied down on his mattress. Pulling the Kevlar over her head and putting it onto the bed with the equipment belt, she began searching around the pockets of the things, she found three magazines fully loaded with, from what Sarah could tell, 45. ACP rounds. She continued her search and found a small device, it had a dark orangeish tint with some orange lighting on the side and two giant circles in the middle, on the side there it said clearly engraved into the metal 'Universal Union Standard Request Device', this is what loyalists to the combine, or the Union, were issued, as she examined the device further she noticed it did not have any power source, putting the device next to all the other equipment she began putting everything she had onto the bed. She now had lined in front of her, a HK 45. USP Match, a human weapon reclaimed by the combine, three magazines fully loaded with 45. ACP rounds, a request device, an empty water bottle, a kevlar vest, an equipment belt, and opon further inspection, a flashlight and a mount for her new weapon.

When she was done examining the things, she moved the things back into the equipment belt kevlar, then put it under the bed. Sliding a magazine into the USP she put it under her pillow, she then lied down on the soft mattress. Relaxing her body, she silently reflected on the things that had happened today.

"I see you've grown fond of the present our Civil Protection friend donated." Tony said smiling.

"Yeah, an HK 45. USP Match, fires the 45. ACP rounds, every metropolice unit carries one, on earth at least." she replied.

Tony's facial expression changed drasticly, he looked more surprised than she had ever seen him, of course she only met him yesterday. "You know quite a lot about weapons" he said.

"Well of course I do, my dad was an ex-US army sergeant, he retired and started a gunstore in my hometown." she replied, "I've lived with a firearm under my pillow since I was nine, learned how to fire an assult rifle when I was twelve, and fired an AT4 when I was sixteen." Sarah smirked, remembering since she was a little child how her dad had been there for her. Yet strangely, she didnt really remember her mother quite well, she looked over at Tony. He looked baffled, and speechless.

"Wow, thats just... Wow, I- I didnt expect that for a girl like, you." he slowly said, still seeming blown away.

"Whats that supposed to mean?" she said teasingly. He just smiled and said goodnight, and then slowly Sarah dozed off, forgetting about everything around her…

End of part two! Hope you like it, I am glad that I finally put the time to make part two. Have been kind of lazy yesterday, anyways. Stay tuned for Part Three, where our young refugee will be on the run, as always. Again I have edited this, and made it more readable (Thanks again for the input Nave_Ninja :D) and again, Keep smiling.