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A/N: SO I want to say I'm super sorry for not updating last week. I've had some major things going on at work that have been stressing me out to the max. I'm doing a bit better now. Plus I'm making a portfolio so I can go back to school. So yea... super extra STRESSFUL!
So sorry again guys!
So anywho this chapter... I kinda like it. Kinda. Anywho Read and enjoy and pls let me know what you think! Also in the last two chapters I've fixed up a bunch of errors that comes from me writing this thing at 2am and half asleep and can't write properally. lol Thanks to all that noticed my bad typos. I think I've had most of them fixed now. I'm not grammar wizard tho'. So hopefully I got most of them.
So anywho ENJOY!
EDIT: 08/14/2019 fixing some errors and making it flow better, and added some stuff... nothing major tho.
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The cowboy had thrown him from the cockpit. The impact was rough, the man truly packed more of a punch then he was anticipating. And because of it, Robin had seemingly bounced across the cargo hold, before his back firmly landed on a crate. He grunted in pain, the airplanes movement once again taking a steep path didn't help matters, and he and the cargo began to slide across the floor. Shaking the pain away, he quickly noticed the pile of crates he had landed on had already arrived at the edge of the plane. Instinctively, he put his arms through one of the straps that was holding everything together, before he and the cargo took the plunge. He swore however, that has he fell, he heard the man laugh at him.
The dark hold of the cargo plane had changed to a ocean of sands below him in a blink of an eye. The sun pierced his vision, but he didn't have time to adjust, the ground lay below him and threatened to kill him once he landed.
"Oh shit!" he looked at the height he was at. How he'd love to have his utility belt now.
Robin mentally cringed at his predicament. "Think Richard, Think!" It was then he saw a piece of the strap flapping around, it clunked against the wood of the crates with it's metal handle. "A parachute!" Robin grabbed for it, but quickly looked to how high he was. If he was to high up the parachute wouldn't work. He had to do it at the right time. When planes fly over and dropped cargo they are usually at a lower altitude. But being that they wanted to fly up so damn high and dump it all, he wasn't currently near the right point to pop the chute.
He'd have to wait for the right moment.
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He wasn't fond of the idea, but the second plan would have to work it's charm. He couldn't very well go out into the desert and simply retrieve the boy. No, let him learn his own lessons for the time being. This world out here wasn't as kind as Jump city. Nor was it the sheltered areas Batman had shown him, with only a bit of the nitty gritty here and there. No, Robin was going to see how the world really worked. Gotham may of shown him what a sinkhole the world can be, but the boy was like the Bat, he had faith in the people. But now he was alone, and no team or the Batman to help him. No one to reassure him. Out here, everything and everyone would work against him. However, Slade was positive Robin could handle as much as he could dish out to the boy. He had seen the young mans resolve first hand, to simply think the boy would just give in, was ridiculous. Regardless, he would have to meet up with the boy wonder eventually and remind him of his place. Although, he doubted Robin would know of his presence until it was to late.
Right now however, he was more interested in the man below him, shriveled up on the ground in pain. The man in question wore one of the patches on his right arm, and he was intent on getting to the bottom of this. Whatever this was exactly.
He had asked the man several questions on repeat it seemed. The man... or rather the boy, he must of been about twenty, and had said nothing for the longest time before blurting out something about the "ben Elohim", and began to mutter something in a foreign language before swallowing a death pill that was probably ingrained into one of his teeth.
Slade was not impressed, although he had a few more answers then questions at the moment. How long it would stay that way remained questionable.
Apparently the League of Shadows had nothing to do with it... which made sense, but who or what was this "ben Elohim"? It was something new. Or perhaps very old, something unknown. He briefly wondered how he hadn't stumbled upon it before. Regardless, there was one question that did remain unanswered. What did they want with him? Or with Robin?
Slade took the coat off the body and examined the patch, it was a dagger and a snake. Two things that were closely tied in with the League of Shadows. He was going to have to have a talk with other members of the Society when he got back from this little mishap of an adventure.
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The time was right, he was low enough to the ground. Robin grabbed the pull string and tugged at it, releasing a rather large parachute to billow out above him. The boy grasped at one of the straps to ready himself for the force that could possibly jerk him off when the parachute took in the whole amount of the wind.
When he was nicely floating down to the ground Robin looked around for any sign of the plane coming back to make another round. But there was nothing. He didn't think anyone was chasing them, but perhaps they had to dump the illegal cargo into the middle of the desert, since where they were landing there could be people waiting for them, to arrest them for gun trafficking. That or someone was actually chasing them. With the whole fight with the cowboy, he wouldn't of noticed. Either way, when he'd landed, he'd be in the middle of the desert with nothing.
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"FUCK!" she screamed. She was mad. Jillain could tell. The woman sighed and asked "What happened?" Sariel turned to her grandmother and sighed. "They want me back." was her only answer. The younger women shook her head and announced that it was always on her time off that they needed her most. Sariel turned to go upstairs to her room to start packing her things.
The report said something about a few deaths of their agents. Being killed off by some unknown being. All of them were tortured, and all of them had taken the death pill.
Before leaving, her grandmother told her one simple thing. "Be careful with the games you play."
Sariel left the little cabin in the woods that night, the thought that maybe they had found her out, that they figured out her plan, that they knew she wasn't truly one of them all along. The thought of being found out was almost nauseating. "No no... just go in, and take the assignment." She tried to reassure herself that everything would be fine. But she knew it wouldn't. "I should put a unit on standby." she thought. It would be a smart idea. Go in, take the job, leave, go back to her own little group. She already stole something important from them. Already, there was quite a lot of talk going around, and what pained her the most is that she had to keep showing up to keep up appearances. Since somehow, some way, she had already started to make a impact among those people. How? She didn't know, but she did know that with people like these, you couldn't just vanish, unless they wanted you to. She had hoped, it wasn't something she would have to deal with for very long, if everything went as planned that is.
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Touching down to Earth wasn't so rough. But getting to the ground took longer then he expected. Robin jumped off the crate and landed into a sea of sand. The dunes stretched out endlessly, there didn't seem to be an end in sight. However, enchanting as it was, the sight didn't appease him at this moment. He took a deep breath. He had no idea where he was. And he had no clue how he was going to survive out here. He had little knowledge of the desert, but he guessed it would suffice. Little was better then nothing after all.
First things first however, he was going to have to go through these crates to see if he could find anything useful. But he had to be careful, he didn't want to exhaust himself in this heat. But first, he had to find a means to open the crates. In their haste to rid themselves of their cargo, they had dumped everything, and not just the crates, but anything that wasn't strapped down went out the back door. There had to be something.
Walking around, looking in between crates, he nearly tripped over something. Looking down, he found it was a crowbar. "Perfect." he said before walking to his first box of cargo. Upon opening the crate he found what he expected. A stack of guns. Rifles to be exact. He frowned at his findings. There had to be some crates with water and supplies in them.
The second crate. Again, not what he was looking for. Guns. Not rifles it seemed, but a few cases that were probably holding handguns. "Wait a second." Robin grabbed at a parcel that was tucked into the side and opened it. "Probably ammo." he thought. But no, he found himself a combat knife. A few actually. He only needed one however. It would be useful out here, not that he'd kill anyone with it. But against the deadly spiders and scorpions out here, he rather have something then nothing. He took the knife and stuck it into his belt, the blade now resting against his hip.
"Maybe the crates that have supplies in them are marked?" He looked around at a few of the various flats of cargo, and he did indeed notice most of them didn't really have anything important marked on them. If anything they had logos of various companies on them to try and play up the idea that it wasn't guns in the boxes. Until he noticed one with a big red cross on it. "That's gotta have something in it."
Walking over to the flat of crates he soon found himself atop of it taking the straps off that once held all them all together. Upon finishing his task Robin opened up the crate to find indeed what he was looking for. A canteen of fresh water, and some medical supplies. He wouldn't be able to take a lot, but he'd take what he could. Robin knew the desert heat could kill a man, so he only took as much as he could carry for when he was in a weakened state.
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Looking into the tiny airports reports, the cargo plane Robin had snuck onto, wasn't on the list at all. Which was odd. No matter what, all flights had to be recorded, had to be listed somewhere. Slade didn't like where this was going. He figured hacking into their system would give him leads as to where exactly that plane had taken his apprentice. But nothing. The board was wiped clean.
Something or someone didn't want anyone to know where that plane was going. Meaning Robin was in for a lot more then what he bargained for if he was still on that plane. Which actually worried the mastermind. He was going to have to keep a very good, very sharp eye on the boy from here on out.
But right now he had no idea where the damn plane had taken him to. He was going to have to get some inside knowledge. One way or another.
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With all the supplies he had, Robin set out into the desert. He had no idea where he was going. But it was better then staying here. He did know one thing about the desert however, and that is that you have to keep moving, if you stay in one spot for to long you'll die. So there was no other options.
Mustering up all his strength and courage Robin took he first few steps away from the so called dump site and out into the open and deadly desert.
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Soooo what do ya think all? Is Robin gonna get lost in the desert? Who are these ben Elohim guys? WTF is going on!? Yea ok... tune in next week. =P
Next chapter: Robin wanders the desert alone, the heat is driving him mad, Meanwhile Slade is coming to get him back... or something like that lolz
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