Authors Note: Alright John here another chapter.
Near the outskirts of Republic Cities North Gate
Chen loathed a lot of things but a change of plans was easily in his top tens. He found it to be both distasteful and a sign of disrespect. Seeing as how people are always changing their minds, he feels whenever he is involved in a switch-up, people doubt him or his skills. Aside from the whole reassigning of duties that he was forced to go through with, he didn't mind taking a little break from all the craziness. Geming had originally planned for Chen to meet up with his informant to intercept the blasting jelly which Geming had just officially named a "Mobile First Priority", and seeing as which it was in the Republic hands, he needed to get the job done immediately.
Kenten spent most of his days keeping himself out of the public eye and into the heart of darkness. For a man with an immense passion for blood lust and brutality, his new life couldn't be more sustainable. The nighttime gave Kenten the hours he needed to spend his time gambling and smoking. He never really wore his robe. The idea of The Pride's mobilization put a lot of people on edge and he could guess that security wouldn't go out unchanged.
Ever since they disbanded their meetings in the sanctuary, Kenten had been ordered to safeguard the main entrance of Republic City. Hundreds of people flocked the gates for entry each day just for entry. After about of week of camping in the hills that overlooked the northern gate, he recognized the level of bullshit his assignment was in simply watching people walk through a door. However, since the rumors of a civil war breaking out between bender and non bender, tourists had been scarce. For this reason, Kenten decided to change things up a bit.
He'd continue again and again to exit the consciousness of the real world and joining a society where winning a couple hundred yuans meant more than the lives of those would lived in the Republic. Times like those, where he was shrouded with illusion, had even put The Pride's missions on halt so he could play a couple rounds of poker and an illegal yet popular game known as "Red Cards".
This was a very common game in the Republic City Undergrounds, or hidden gambling rings. People would literally bet anything from cash to fingers, just to get a cheap thrill of winning. Kenten was no street rat. He was a sand bender who could toss the rules around just like his chi in his bending. Of course, this had to be done during the nighttime. The morning held no use for Kenten but to eat and use the whole world had his giant toilet.
Keeping his location covert was one of the more difficult things to accomplish when your watching over one of the most well guarded place in the city. He spent days roaming around the city in civilian clothes trying to get a break on where he could stay that was around that area. Sadly for him, the buildings stood around the northern gate gave him no shelter. It's not like they could, sleeping in an office building or post office wasn't really the most suitable places to live.
There were no hotels, apartments, houses, or even parks to sleep at for that matter. It was a safety thing Avatar Aang and Zuko had decided on when they built the place, seeing it as a "front line causalities" if any war were to break out. For that matter, they built the districts, but even now they didn't seem like they would last. At least to Kenten they didn't.
After searching around, in and outside the city, Kenten was finally able to learn about an abandon coal mine, about a quarter of a mile past the northern gates. Seeing as it had no coal in it to begin with, it was shut down but still technically property of the government. Lucky for Kenten nobody ever patrolled in that region. He joked around calling it "living arrangements" made for him by "our well founded government". Furniture and food was bought from the money he earned as a heavy gambler. Although he was broke at first, he made his living by robbing street merchants and cargo stalls that were on their way to the city. Tactically, he ambushed them at least five miles before they could reach the entrance so that he would have enough time to take was he needed and split.
Kenten
As darkness swallowed up Republic City and it's citizens began to turn in for the night. Night patrol rose from their nocturnal habitats to roam the quiescent dark streets of the city. A thick line of tree stood like the front lines of an army, leaves and branches swaying in the wind, like soldiers preparing to charge. As the blackness engulfed the sky, the oil began to burn brighter. The aroma had nested under Kenten's noes, already making camp. The fumes gave him a false sense of security, it put him to much at ease that he could quickly loose his guard if someone were to wander in. Seeing as that was unlikely, he did so anyway, not at all caring about the consequences.
Kenten wasn't worried about the light. He had set up camp pretty far back in the cave for anyone to see any kind of illumination. His army of nature outside, had been his greatest advantage. The room consisted of oak furniture, a couple chairs resting next to a huge oak table. He was lucky to even find one in this condition. The table was like one used in meetings during times of war or peace talks. Something that would go in a war room, but not as fancy. He had barrels filled to the brim with water. Dark wood that almost seemed to have been built from the driest wood in the forest. The looked weak and fragile but they seemed to be doing all right.
Kenten could never seem to have found a bed. He found it humorous that he could find a war table but not a simple bed. Sure he found blankets, but that wasn't enough to be defined as comfort. He had managed to buy a sleeping bag from the town markets, one of the only times he was seen during the day. A dark green sleeping bag, that was tattered and beat up. The bottom of it was layered in dust that never seemed to want to come off. He debated if it was ever used by a homeless man due to its condition, and was certain it was at some point, but he wasn't picky.
Kenten wore a dark blue hoodie with black jeans. White sneakers and cigar-case shaped jars of sand that had been wrapped his ankles and wrists that he used for a quick weapon. Only about four inches tall, they were covered perfect by his pants. He leaned up against his giant oak table, shuffling the amounts of yuans in his hands. One by one, he licked his thumb and quickly slid away another bill, already counted up to 4,300 yuans. He needed 500 if he wanted to join, but his arrogance told him to take 5,000.
He licked his thumb again and slid away another hundred yuans. The taste of paper could easily been identified to him. He focused on none other then the game itself, head nodding at every number he counted, he had difficulty on what he wanted to play. He considered poker but that wasn't much of a thrill anymore. He wanted to play red cards, but had no desire of paying with organs, nor did he have any use of taking any. He licked his thumb again but paused on a mangled 20 yuan bill.
He looked upwards towards the entrance of the cave. A slight breeze had rolled on passed but it was no concern of the pridesman. He slowly began to slide another yuan to the back finally putting him at 5,000. He pocketed the five grand and threw the rest on the table.
A loud and violent shriek uttered through the cave as if someone had just been violently murdered from the other side. It nearly gave Kenten a heart attack and made him lose his grip on his cash.
"FUCK!" He shouted, whipping out vines of sand from his arms. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes scanned the cave for any sign of that intolerable scream. Darting passed him like a arrow, a small black shadow had flown right by Kenten's head, nearly hitting him. The gust of wind it cause had blown some of the yuans of the table.
"C'mon not the cash!" Kenten shouted, throwing his long vines of sand at the shadow. He continuously missed, sending them into the support beams that lined the inner walls of the cave.
It screeched again and again, the sound of bloody murder zipping through the air as he continued to miss. Calmly he stopped, reabsorbing the sand back into the thin jars, and allowing the screaming black shadow to reveal itself in plain light.
Kenten was dumbfounded at first, thinking that a species such as the bat hawk still existed. Then again he clearly remember screaming like that coming from the banshee bird that Gemming had in his quarters from the sanctuary. The bird landed on scattered bills. Its shimmering red feathers had come to a halt, the violent bird finally coming to a passive phase for only a moment, giving Kenten just the right amount of time to remove the messenger tube from its leg.
As his lifeless-gamblers eyes scanned the short note, he had the intense urge to violently tear up the letter. Admiral Gemming had called him to meet up with his informant at Orange Rock Pass for a top priority assignment. He dug his nails into the side of the note, holding back the temptation to just strangle the bird that had brought him such a message.
He's calling me? He waits this long to contact me? The nerve of that bastard! Kenten thought.
His head was in a flutter. It was as if he spent so long gambling that he forgot his training and commitment with The Pride. He cursed to himself multiple times, and then to the bird which had no effect on it. The Banshee Bird pecked at its feathers with its impressive beak and ruffled its feathers, the shimmer of crimson mimicked the fall of blood.
Kenten replied casually, by regulations he had to. He was not impressed by the fact they requested him. Sure he was on the team but for right now he felt betrayed. He felt as if the whole clan had forgotten him. He replied with a passive letter that might as well have said "Fuck you" but was incapable to reply with such frustration. This caused him to rewrite the letter several times before tying the tube back on the birds leg.
Many yuans flew off the table as the bird pushed itself off the table and into the air. Of course the bird wanted needed a tip for its travels and hard work and had taken the yuans that had been impaled with its large talons when it had landed.
Shit, fucking bird Kenten thought as he drove his fist onto a support beam. All in all, he wasn't to pleased with the news but this would allow him to blow off some steam so he could get back to his games.
Orange Rock Pass
Orange rock pass wasn't in Republic City. Due to city regulations and laws, the exportation of blasting jelly needed to be pushed out through a non civilian route and was usually kept off traveling guides and maps. It was a shame because it was quite a beautiful place. Large mountainsides that when hit perfectly with the sun, gave off an orange tint, giving it its name.
Soldiers and guards of the republic were often drawn towards the cliffs because of its beauty. However, it was a driving hazard and all military like personnel were ordered to wear protective, silver-rimmed, glasses that might as well been normal utility goggles. Even still, the hills were in position of rick slides that could easily push a single military transport off the cliff and into the ocean that surrounds the city.
Kenten had thought nothing of it. He thought that if anyone who appreciated rock over the necessities of life, like cash, were fools. He had changed into his robe before he had left. Kenten stood from the top of the mountains, looking down at the scenery that he claimed to be in his path of destruction. He could feel the wind pass through his hood and around his ears, quickly dying off from that point.
Kenten had spotted a large cliff side jetting out from the large mountains. Below he could see the roads, connected by two tunnels that allowed military personnel through the mountains. It was glazed with bright orange, the sun had a direct impact on the cliff, making it a sweet blind spot for anyone who dared to looked at its major glare.
However, its looks hadn't been the reason why it caught his eye. A lone man with a couple of crates sat upon the cliff with the only intention of looking down every so often.
Kenten began to stir his chi, he hadn't known why he was there, and if it was a military outpost-set up by the republic-he need to warn his informant of the radical security precautions that had been taken. The man hadn't worn anything related to the Republic or the Equalists. He looked liked a civilian. He wore a dark tan t-shirt, a light brown pilots jacket, dark blue jeans, and regular black civilian shoes.
A short tense moment passed where their eyes locked to one another. Kenten's chi had increased, his veins were in a flurry with such power, but then stopped. Kenten instantly recognized the black hair and the rimless glasses. It was Sento of The Pride.
Kenten bit his lower lip and cursed to himself as he began to walk alongside the mountain top to aline himself with the cliff Sento had been on. He looked over the side of the cliff and was instantly met with a gust of wind that he blinded him temporarily. His arm bolted upwards to his face to shield his eyes for more incoming debris.
After regaining sight, he looked down the angled mountain to see Sento standing carefully as if he were about to fall of the mountain. His black hair blowing from the breeze, as if the air itself was tugging away at it. Of all The Prides members, he was the most passive and patient. Kenten looked over his should and spat the remaining dust particles that had gotten into his mouth from the wind;onto the ground.
Kenten slowly began his decent, skidding down the side of the mountain in his boots. A trail of dust, dirt, and rock flew up behind him and into the air before finally ending with a skidding halt at the cliff.
"Its been awhile, good to see you brother" Sento said with an innocent smile.
Kenten ignored his greeting and continued to dust off the dirt that covered his robe.
"The nerve of that pompous idiot!" Kenten said as he continued to get himself settled. "Weeks after we leave and Gemming just asks for a favor? As if I'm nothing more than a pawn, that bastard just forgets me!"
Sento sat down on a wooden chest, there were two other barrels up there as well. A solid wall had protected them from anyone on the road to see them on the cliff, but it was short enough for them to look around and to see who was coming.
"Don't get sore about it, this is my first assignment to" Sento said. He peered around the wall, which he sat up against, and looked down to see an empty road. A disappointed look crossed his face as he turned back to Kenten. "Don't take this the wrong way or anything but why are you here brother?" Sento asked.
"First off, cut out that formal crap. "Brother", nope, I don't want to here it. Second, what do you mean why am I here?" He asked.
Sento adjusted his glasses. The glare from the sun had made each glass reflect a bright and unbearable light, as if Kenten was looking into the eyes of a powerful spirit.
"Well, the note I received said that I would be accompanied by Chen, not you"
"Yea I saw that part in my letter" Kenten began. "Gemming assigned him to look for Delun, guys a fuckin nut if y'ask me" Kenten took the time to sit down across from Sento. The sun was still reflected of his glasses. "So what's the plan?"
"Plan? I'd thought we'd just wing it" Sento said giving off a sadistic smirk.
"Your joking?" Kenten said sternly.
"Your not laughing" Sento replied casually.
Kenten anger raged into his chi, the very essence of power he had, had been derived from pure hatred towards others. "What do you mean you have no plan? Don't tell me I came all this way for this shit!" Kenten roared. What infuriated him even more was the fact that the bright gleam of light that had reflected off of Sento's glasses had prevented him from seeing any type of emotion in his eyes. Kenten was pissed, he felt like Sento was mocking him in a way.
"Were you doing anything else that was just as important?" Sento asked.
"Nothing that concerns you"
"Your right, I don't gamble with your money"
Kenten shot him a surprised look. Sento didn't look back, his hands folded into one another, individually popping the knuckles in each finger. He then caught sight of Kenten's confused gaze and smiled innocently. Reaching into his pocket he handed him two, one hundred yuan bills, each one punctured from the claws of Gemmings bird.
"I don't remember you having this kind of cash stowed away at the sanctuary, so I'd imagine your life going pretty well huh?"
Kenten looked away as if ashamed at what his life had become. He had become a high risk gambler and he wasn't even worried to much about the risk. He was good. Unbeatable in fact, life seemed to give him all the edges.
Kenten tried to look harder at his recent past. He had been good, to good in fact it seems life had been favoring him to much recently. He could remember his first time playing red cards. Some guy, who's name he couldn't remember but still had the very game in his mind. He could remember the man's face, a poor and dirty old face that seemed like he was desperate for a few yuans.
Kenten could remember the tears that rolled down his sad face. He wore rags, or at least that's what they looked like. He could remember how he looked into the man's eyes and clearly see nothing, nothing but sadness in each pupil. As the dealer dealt out the cards, the man wouldn't even look up at Kenten. Kenten was a person who could read others through their eyes but even so, this man wasn't worth his time.
Every time the dealer slid a card to him had made him twitch a little. A nervous tick by the way Kenten saw it. Still, a man of such poverty shouldn't even be this low in society, Kenten saw it that the man be better off dead.
"You in?" Kenten remembers saying. The air around him was surrounded by a thick layer of smoke that ran off of the cigars of the spectators.
The man only nodded, however he hadn't put anything at stake. Kenten had put up about 20 yuan to start out while the man just sat there and whimpered. Kenten gave him a look of utter confusion and looked around for the man's wager as if he had missed him putting it up for stakes but he saw nothing.
As the man went to pick up his cards he hand had been wrapped up in bandages. Blood ran through the cloth, nearly seeping through the bandages. It used to be white but about half of it now was red. He was missing his pinky finger, the man held his cards awkwardly in such a way that he had never had to before. Kenten had one that game, his first time winning at red cards hadn't been as thrilling as he suspected. He got bored of the usual poker and wanted a new challenge, but this was pathetic to him.
The man had wagered up his own pinky finger for some dinner, and even at that very night, he would go out starving. Kenten thought nothing of it his prize. What would he do with a finger anyway? He just saw how deeply evil and pathetic this game was and as a result he went back to playing his high risk poker for some real yuan.
"Do you ever think of life then more than just a gamble Kenten?" Sento asked, breaking Kenten of his flashback.
"Don't be an idiot Sento, life's definition should be changed to "high staking". It's a pure gamble. You just need the right cards to play, otherwise, you'll lose your bet" He responded forcefully.
"Your talking about karma right?" Sento asked curiously.
"I don't need your superstition. Karma is just a word given to the less fortunate to make them feel better about people with power, people like us. Kind of like the saying "you win some you lose some" it's all bull, that is, unless you have power" Kenten replied vigorously.
"So, to put this in terms of gambling. If your at the top of your game and luck..sorry, "skill" is in your favor, you can't be beat?"
"I'm living proof man"
"So you can't be beaten?"
"Exactly!" Kenten raged out.
Sento smirked and looked over his shoulder, like he had been doing all this time, "right" he spoke softly. The roads were quiet and empty and he had ran out of conversation.
Kenten leaned his head back into his hands, resting against the rock wall he remembered Gemming's bird.
"So that damn bird came to ya right?" Kenten asked.
"Yup" he replied passively nodding his head. "Yea, took off right after I got your message, I saw it wanted a tip for its hard work. I figured that it got better benefits anyway and didn't need to get paid, so a scrapped together what I could. It ate most of it sadly" Sento said.
Kenten let out a soft chuckle and glanced down at his half eaten bills and said, "Yeah, I noticed", but his attention was soon fixed on the barrels and chest that Sento had brought with him. "What with the cargo? Surely you haven't been living up here all this time?" Kenten asked.
"No, no. The crates are filled with sand and the chest I'm sitting on is holding my lunch" Sento said with an honest smile.
A loud rumbling from below had startled the both of them. The first few security vehicles of the convoy had begun to appeared out of the tunnel. Kenten eyes lit up, and he rose to his feet with a powerful aggression aching in his stomach.
"Settle down" Sento said, his heart beating off rhythm, his nerves had gotten the best of him as well. "Wait for the big transports. The ones that look like they can hold about 12 large barrels of blasting jelly" Sento said.
Their eyes scanned heavily at the ground below them, the first two security vehicles has appeared, and close behind them, a third. The looked like armored satomobile than anything else. Each metal plated satomobile held three metal bending soldiers. They looked to be military police, each one equipped with overlapping metal plated armor, an insignia of the lotus party on their left shoulder plate, and the Republic City counsel emblem on their right.
Some wore black baseball caps, they looked the most relaxed. Others wore officers covers and the ones that could be defined as military police had worn full on heard gear. Something that you'd see out of mid evil times, their metal masks had enclosed their faces, only limiting their eyes to the public. Each member had the emblems on their shoulder plates.
"Looks like they're pack'n heavy" Kenten said eagerly.
"Doesn't surprise me" Sento replied.
They looked down some more, their eyes were heavy with ambition. Soon enough, a long tan transporter had rolled slowly out of the darkness. It wasn't as well built as its security, so they'll have to be careful not to damage its contents.
"Don't go yet, wait for the second one" Sento whispered.
"How do you know there will be a second one!?" Kenten replied with a louder and harsher sounding whisper.
Sento adjusted his glasses so he got a look at the cave they were coming out of. Soon enough, a second tan transport had pulled out of the shadow of the tunnel and was followed by two other security units like the three up front.
"Because there was to much explosives confiscated at the ports, they wouldn't risk it all by keeping it in one vehicle, that's dangerous. They'd need another transport to haul all of it" Sento said. They waited a little more until the first transports rolled underneath them. He smiled and said, "You ready?"
There was no hesitation when Sento spoke those last words. Immediately Kenten had thrown himself at his enemies, the rush of wind, the surge of energy, and the pumping of blood. All of these gave him such power to attack with deadly force. Just before impact, Kenten bent his the sand hidden in the jars on his wrists into long pike-like weapons, instant ramming themselves through the helmets of the military police. The impact onto the ground had given Kenten enough leverage to launch himself backwards and onto the hood of the fist security vehicle. ultimately saving him from any force of impact from his fall.
"Pridesman! a guard yelled.
"How many?" another demanded.
As the convoy came to an abrasive halt it left the back security patrols in mass confusion. As Kenten converted the pike back into sand, the blood left behind from the man's head had left most parts muddy and unbendable for a sandbender.
The military policeman who had suffered the mass injury to the face had slumped over out of the patrol vehicle. A river of blood had rushed out the whole of his helmet and left it with a murky crimson stain.
The other soldiers lashed out, sending their metal coils into the air to subdue Kenten but as each went to lash out, their armor froze. Kenten, now standing on the hood of the armor satomobile was shocked to see each soldier frozen. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that they were actually free, their bodies trying to wretch itself free from the armor, which was at a stand still.
"You know I though we were going on three?" Sento said.
Sento held one of the small barrels under his arm, bending the sand from the inside, it formed a platform under his feet that slowly lowered him down from the cliff.
"What the hell did you do to us?" One guard had demanded.
Bits of sand had fallen from in between their metal plates. The tiny hole and miniscule areas within the armor that did not guard skin had gradual amounts of sand leaking out of them.
"You armor if filled with weak points, enough for me to take advantage of and fill your own armor with sand" Sento said with a sinister grin. "Your defense is now your greatest weakness"
Kenten had to admit, disturbed with his casual approach, but impressed. He had asked the words "How?" in his head over and over but could only come to the conclusion that he had done it within the time of the chaos. The ground was covered in dirt and dust, was it possible he could've leaked some through the slots that voided the skin on the guards shins?
Even their combat boots weren't that protective.
Sento finally set foot on the road, the sun disappearing from his rimless glasses and revealing his passive-aggressive white eyed glare. He had a set of misty eyes. Eyes that looked like they belonged to an old man who's sights slowly fading away, except Sento had better sight than that.
He reached out towards the side view mirror of the security unit, wrenching a shard from the rest of the glass, it flew right into his hands.
"Sands harder to bend once it has been turned into glass, but it's worth it." Sento said. He walked up to one of the metal bender, sweat poured from his neck as he tried to wretch himself from his metal imprisonment. More sand fell from the cracks in his armor but the position he was in left him helpless, along with all the other metal bender who could do nothing but watch.
Kenten watched, impressed with the skills that Sento had learned over the years. He had never really taken him for much of a fighter but more for technical and surveillance purposes.
A loud thrashing had whipped through the air, the snapping of metal against bone had left Sento hollering in pain. Kenten snapped into a fighting stance, thrashing out two long whips of sand from a single container. Some of the metal benders from behind had come forward to assist. Sento had been so preoccupied with the ones he had frozen that he had neglected the others.
The metal benders were no match, as Kenten launch his whips into the air, their fates were sealed. One was entangled completely in Kenten's whip. He cried for assistance from his teammates but they could do nothing. They responded by lashing out metal coils as Kenten but has been slowed down by the wall of sand that Sento had formed in front of him, taking the blows.
The man ensnared in sand was taken 10 feet into the air before being shot over the cliff. At the speed and distance he was traveling at he would not survive the fall.
His bending form was clean and precise, using two hands he sent the massive wall of sand at them. They tried to shoot their coils onto the mountain, wanting to scale up it to avoid the impact, but hadn't been aware of the sand that Sento had already sent through their armor, jamming their one and only bending ability. The impact of the sand had been like a five foot thick wall of cement, slamming them into the hood of their armored vehicles at 20 mph. Their backs had snapped immediately and made no other noises but the grunts of impact.
Sento's hand was stained with his blood. The point of impact that had hit the back of his right hand was black and blue and was starting to swell up. The back of his hand pulsed with an icy pain that didn't want to go away. The other metal benders had still been enclosed in a casing of sand. Their greatest defense had been turned against them.
Sento bent over in pain, as blood rushed from his hand.
"Get the hell over it Sento" Kenten said, forming his sand into a blade. One by one he stabbed each soldier in the neck; some screamed in horror as they watched their friends die. "We've got a job to complete"
"Yeah, of course" He replied.
Their job was nearly completed. Weeks of waiting "patiently", and soon enough their talents would reward them. Sento began to clear the sand away; revealing the road. Kenten had piled up bodies on the side of the cliff. He awaited until Sento's task was done before knocking all the bodies off the edge, and into the sea with one long vine of sand.
One by one, the lifeless corpses plunged into the deep blue ocean. A spectacular view of the cool crystal clear sea that would run into the ports of Republic City, was now harboring the bodies of its own soldiers. Sento gazed down at the massive body of water. Watching carefully as the ripples of water began to separate further apart; until it had become impossible to see. Almost in a trance, Sento watched as waves upon waves had crashed into the side of the cliff. Soon enough, after the ripples had disappeared, Sento returned to his own state of mind, and walked back to meet up with Kenten.
"Well, looks like things are all set here" Sento said as pulled each arm across his chest.
"Seemed worthless to me" Kenten pouted. "I could have been making big money; not doing some meager job with you. No offense Sento, but I always took you for more of a reconnaissance guy"
"What do you mean?" Sento asked. His glasses gave off an irritating glare from the sun that struck Kenten dead in his eyes. After stepping out of the ways of the penetrating beams if light, he spoke.
"You don't strike me as a fighter" Kenten said. "Plain and simple as that!" He finished giving off and irritated tone.
Sento gave off an innocent smile and said "Well I guess some people can just surprise you. You never know what one man has got in store" Sento said ending with a slight cheery chuckle.
Kenten had bended the sand out from underneath his cloak, and in seconds, he tore off the passenger side door of the armor unit. While Kenten was busy hot wiring; Sento had met him on his driver side. Kenten leaned out the window and said "I really think it's not that hard to figure you out Sento"
"Oh yeah?"
"Sento, you have no poker face. You can't hide anything from me" Kenten said. The engine roared to life. Black smog poured from the exhausts pipe, while Kenten adjusted his seat belt.
"Yeah, you got me!" Sento said laughing; on his way back to his transport. The goal of the mission was to at least obtain one of the armored units filled with the blasting jelly, and to await further orders.
Sento obtained his cargo that he had hid on the mountainside, and rejoined Kenten on the road. His vehicle was harder to break into, but he was still able to do it. Even so, with The Pride's mission a success, Sento was still on his. His happy, and calm presence turned dark. His breathing slowed down enough to hear his heart beat. From inside his pilot's jacket, he pulled out a white contact lens case. His eyes became watery and irritated, and he hadn't even touched them yet. Just the thought of someone touching his eye was bad enough. He opened both wide, and together pulled out fake brown contact lenses; revealing the true misty, blue eyed man.
Sento hot-wired the transport until he heard the engine sputter to life. Kenten had shot out a thumbs up to make sure Sento was all set. Sento friendly appearance turned shallow and cold. He quickly opened up the barrel of sand that he had kept from before, and pulled out a modified stun glove. Slipping it on, he saw the glove spark to life; the electricity jumped from fingertip to fingertip leaving a soothing warm feeling. A malicious grin grew upon the man's face.
Just then, every went to hell. Sento slammed the gears into drive, and without warning, slammed hard into the end of Kenten's unit. Sento saw the jerk of Kenten's hand from the side view mirror; he knew he caught him off guard. His grin turned into a hateful smile, as he began to back up. The back of the transport unit hadn't been locked, so the tailgate had dropped completely down; revealing the barrels of blasting jelly.
Sento pulled hard on the gear. He pulled it into reverse, and drove backwards. Electricity pulsated from the glove, so much that he had no control. He leaned out the side of his window, and launch a frightful amount of energy at jelly.
There was nothing more scarier than this blast. As quick as turning on a light, the explosion of red, yellow, and eventually black, had emerged; covering the side of the cliff.
"Kenten, I'd bet you saw this coming as well" Sento said, brushing the shards of glass off of his face, and pants from his windshield. The explosion had caused such a shock wave that even the Orange Mountainside had been stained back. Kenten had evaporated in the blink of an eye.
Sento looked to his passenger side, and opened the crate that had been his lunch. Gemming's banshee bird had been tied up from beak to talon; it tried to gawk and flutter its wings, but those were also useless at the moment; since Sento had broken them.
"Lunch" he said temptingly.