Back with another chapter for you all, sorry it took a while to get out.
But I was busy with other projects among other things that came up. Still this chapter will mostly be some set up, as we get to see Chief interact more with the Historian and see his reaction to what Chief has to tell him more about what he found on his trip the Mandalore.
Anyway, I don't want to keep you all waiting any longer, so the original idea for this story goes to Worldwander2.0 and as always, all rights go to their owners as I own nothing!
PS. I'm still looking for a beta reader. PM me if you want to talk details.
It was around dawn local time when Chief and Cortana returned to the moon of Concordia. As the two major planets within the Mandalorian system were in different time zones, a fact that John noted for later.
But this sudden change in time mattered little to the Chief, as he had spent days without sleep before while on missions. So, to him, this wasn't any different from that. Other than who he was doing this for of course. A fact that still made the Spartan feel a sense of unease about the current situation he found himself in.
"We're approached the airfield." Cortana welcomed voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter.
"My ship," Chief stated as he took the controls.
As he was going to make the landing personally; mostly because John needed something to do to keep his mind distracted from his thoughts.
"I've already sent the signal; they've given us clearness to land. I place a waypoint as to where." Cortana informed Chief as the waypoint appeared on his HUD.
"Have you had any further contact with the Historian?" Chief inquired as he started to bring the Pelican in on the final approach.
"Yes, he said that he would meet up in the marketplace," Cortana informed the Chief as he brought the Pelican down with a small jolt.
"Understood," Chief stated simply as he went into the extended troop-bay.
As this mission that he had taken from the Historian had allowed him to fly in the other Pelican he had waiting on the edge of the system.
"Makes sure the ships are locked down. We can't afford to lose anything." Chief said simply.
As this was true; as everything that was currently stored within the Pelican's enlarged troop-bay was now irreplaceable given how far out from UEG-controlled space.
"Well, I'm pretty sure we'll know if anything happens to the ship." Cortana quipped, as Chief also took note of the unusual amount of activity around the airfield.
"Any idea as to what's happening?" Chief then asked.
"From what I can gather from local COM chatter, it seems that there's an event at the local market today," Cortana informed Chief.
This was of course the news that Chief didn't want to hear. But considering the fact, there was little that John could do to change the situation, he had to accept it, as he then hit the bay doors release. But as he did so the Spartan ensured that he was both armed and had all mission-relevant items on his person; in case this supposed meeting turned into nothing more than a drop-off.
Then once the ramp was raised and the ship secured. Chief made his way into the crowd of armoured bodies.
Chief found it to be rather slow going, as he struggled to make his way through the small market now crowded with Mandalorians, as he did so however, John couldn't help but feel as if many of the patients and shopkeepers were watching him as he passed by them. This unnerved John; as he was never one to be comfortable being the center of attention. But thankfully he felt that they were more curious than anything else.
Even so, the Spartan kept a close eye on his motion tracker as he continued through the crowd, constantly on alert for any signs of trouble. As trouble oftentimes found him rather than him looking for it; still nothing happened as he then passed by many Mandalorians of different shape sizes and sometimes even species, who all seemed more interested in talking amongst themselves rather than the armoured giant among them.
The fact that they all seemed to ignore him and continued with their day was more than fine with John, as it simply made things easier for him. As he wasn't here to speak with any of them, still this was an unnerving experience for him. Most times when a Spartan arrived at an area it was usually cleared out, or in the middle of an ongoing battle, so it was a rather strange experience for the Chief to be in a lively and crowded marketplace.
"Cortana, do you have any idea as to where we're going to meet?" Chief asked as another group of people passed by him, trying to take his mind off what he was doing.
"Give me a moment… here's where said we would meet." Just as she said this a waypoint came onto Chief's HUD.
Now having an objective, Chief slowly but surely made his way through the sea of armoured and unarmored Mandalorians until he came to a building that was marked with a sign.
MandalMotors business office. Barter accepted.
John made a note to come back here later. As he could probably find something more low-key to move around the system than his Pelican drop ship. But even if he couldn't then it would still be worth a visit to sample some of the technology that he might be able to barter off of them.
"Cortana where is he?" Chief asked as he tried to locate him.
"Well given everything that's happening, I would say that he's probably run behind," Cortana said reassuringly as Chief continued to scan the area.
"I would recommend you stand off to the side. As to not hold up traffic, it's considered rude in most customs." Cortana informed Chief as he found a small space in between the two office buildings.
At which point Chief simply stood to the side trying and failing to not draw attention unwanted, all the while he scanned the crowd attempting to locate one helmet in a sea of many others.
This was probably an act of futility, but John didn't seem to care as he continued to search the crowd for the Historians' unmistakable helmet and armour. All the while Mandalorians passed by him as he did this; always seeming to take a second look at him before continuing on their way.
Some would occasionally call out or say something to him. But Chief didn't respond, mostly because he didn't know what to say in return. This went on for some time, as people came and went all the while Chief scanned the sea of helmets for the one person he was searching for.
At which point Chief considered asking Cortana to contact the Historian to confirm that he was coming until he spotted his familiar helmet in the sea of others. But even from here, John could tell that something was something wrong.
"What is it?" Cortana asked Chief as he quickly started to make his way towards where he had spotted the Historian.
As he drew closer to him, John could pick up what the two men were saying to the old man. And from their body language, Chief knew that confrontation was moments away from happening, as then caught the tail end of what the other man was saying.
"-Is you, you hut'uun!" Was all Chief caught as one of the two Mandalorians tried to deliver a blow to the old man's head.
But the Historian was able to duck under the blow and take a step back as the crew parted around them. The fact that things had opened up around them still didn't change the fact that the old man was purely on the defensive. As his opponent was too close for him to attempt to draw his blaster.
As his two attackers rushed him if he did so, knowing this the Historian knew that he would have to rely on the oldest weapon in his arsenal: mainly his fists. And this would've been more than enough if this had been an even fight. But this was anything but even as he was outnumbered two to one. Also adding to that was the fact that both of his opponents were younger and better armed than he currently was.
Still, this didn't mean that he didn't try. As he landed a body blow on one and ducked under the blade of the other, but just as he was turning to face the other man to deliver a strike to his leg did, he find himself getting grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. Cursing and realizing that he had to get up quickly, the Historian started to pick himself up but dropped down to avoid a leg that would've hit him straight in the head. But just as his partner was about to deliver a strike with his knife to the old man's head, did he suddenly find he was unable to move his hand. Turning to see what stopped him; the thug then turned to only find the orange-gold visor of the Master Chief looking back at him.
"Find somewhere else to be," Chief stated simply as squeezed the man's arm.
And to the amazement of all who saw this, the gauntlet gave way. As Chief slowly crushed the durasteel arm guard, at which point he heard a muffled scream come from his helmet and the blade fell out of his hand. At which point Chief released his grip and shoved one man into the other.
He then watched as the two men fell to the ground, all the while a small crowd was gathering around them. Seeing this and the mood of the crowd around them; the two men then thought better of continuing this confrontation and simply backed off and left the Historian and Chief without another word.
"Are you okay?" Chief inquired as he watched the two Mandalorains run off.
"I'm fine, thanks for getting involved." The Historian said as he picked himself off the ground.
He wasn't injured thankfully, but it had been a reminder that he shouldn't let his guard down. Even in his hometown, there were still people who wanted to settle scores for battles long ago.
"No problem. Are you injured?" The next question was completely automatic to him.
As it was standard protocol after altercations took place.
"I'm okay Chief. It will take a lot more than that to take me down." The Historian reassured him.
"Understood, who was it that attacked you?" Chief then inquired into the identity of his attackers.
For a moment, the Historian thought about telling the Chief. But for some reason, he felt like this wasn't the place to do so. Especially not out here with others around him; as there was still a small crowd of people around them.
'There's probably going to be more rumours about you before the day's done.' The Historian thought to himself.
As he knew that all sorts of rumours would be running around after Chief's latest display of strength. But that was something that they could deal with later, as they needed to get off the streets before they gathered any more unsavoury attention.
"Clan business, go on with your day everyone." The Historian said as the crowd started to disperse.
But as the Historian turned back to Chief he noticed something.
'Guess he doesn't like crowds.' He thought as Chief seemed more relaxed than before.
The tension was still there, but not as pronounced as before. This struck him as strange, but then again, the Master Chief was an enigma as far as Mandalorian society at large was concerned
"Just, those with old grudges from a past conflict," The Historian said off handy, finally answering Chief's earlier question.
Chief guessed there was more to this but didn't ask, as he guessed that he would probably learn about it soon enough at any rate.
"Anyway, let's go to my office there we can talk privately." He said taking the lead as Chief fell in behind him.
It didn't take Chief, Cortana, and the Historian too long for them to reach and then enter the museum.
The fact that John had taken the lead and forced his way through had helped greatly, as the three of them now entered the Historians office/work area. It looked the same as the last time that he and Cortana had been here, except for the fact that the table from last time was moved somewhere out of sight.
Still, this didn't bother John, as he preferred to stand anyway, as he then followed the Historian to one of the examination tables.
"So Chief; what is it that you recovered?" The Historian asked as he prepared his table.
Chief then brought out the duffel bag, unzipped it and put its contents onto the table for the Historian to examine.
"This… I don't believe it…" The Historian trailed off as he grabbed a couple of his tools to look over the slabs.
"So, you know what this is?" Cortana asked.
Mostly because she knew that John wasn't going to ask anyway.
"Indeed, this is T script; the base for the Mandalorian language. Rare, very rare, as Mandalorian society as a whole is mostly an oral focused when it comes to remembering our history; so, it's rare to find anything written like this." He explained as he continued to examine the tables that Chief had brought them.
"We needed to talk first." Chief then stated bluntly.
As there was something's that they needed to go over before the Historian because too distracted by what Chief had brought him.
"Oh, of course," The Historian said as he put down the tools he was using. "I'm guessing you want to talk about our account."
"We can settle our account later; we needed to talk about the New Mandalorians," Cortana said bringing up the elephant in the room.
"Yes, honestly I knew that they were doing stuff like this. But not like this. Not this scale." The Historian admitted.
As the Historian had of course heard the rumours that such things had been taking place, but now that they were confirmed the only question that remained was who was behind this. As it was, he was more than aware of the New Mandalorian government program to 'adjust' what they saw as problematic parts of the Mandalorian history and their culture. Still, the Historian had an extremely tough time believing that Satine would be as stupid as to order something like this done. As if word of this got out then it would be more than enough to turn most of the major Clans against her, so that left only two main suspects in his mind.
The first and most obvious suspect was the slowly returning Death Watch, but he quickly dismissed the idea. For he knew that they were still rebuilding from the death blow that Jango had dealt them on Corellia after he had killed their former leader: Tor Vizsla. As such that once left him with the New Mandalorians. And if that was the case, he believed that it was someone who had been placed there by the jetii that was reasonable for this. The jetii and their Republic seemed to have it out for them ever since they had done Darl'Han, for they had seemingly attacked them at every turn.
But that wasn't what concerned the Historian at the moment, what he was concerned about was what would happen once his fellow Mandalorians learned of what was happening. As this obvious attack on their culture would be enough to rally the Clans into action, but as to whose banner they rallied around, well, that was what worried him.
For the Historian knew that Death Watch would attempt to take full advantage of this situation, as this was the perfect opportunity they needed to get back to where they were pre-civil war. A fact that wasn't lost on him, as he then gave voice to his concerns.
"If word of this gets out, it will only help the resurgent Death Watch movement" The Historian muttered bitterly to himself as he shook his head in disgust.
"Death Watch?" Chief then inquired.
As he had read about them from the reports that Cortana had put together for him. But as he was quickly finding out, it was often the locals that gave the real information.
"Right, I'm guessing you don't know much about them." The older man then inquired, as he was interested in what Chief had heard about the Death Watch.
"I only know about their name, I have yet to get to the history of their organization," Chief stated simply.
That was pretty much the truth. As it had been something of a challenge for Cortana to get details on them. As most of what she had been able to dig up had been by John as propaganda; for he knew propaganda when he saw it. So hopefully the Historian could provide him with a clear picture of this organization. Especially since he got a feeling that he was dealing with them in the future.
"What do you know of the Mandalorian Civil War?" The Historian then asked him.
Chief knew only what the propagandists wanted him to know about it. But considering what he had been able to gather, Chief guessed that the Historian had some personal connection to the True Mandalorians as they called themselves. As he had noticed the markings on Mando's that had assaulted the old man were that of Death Watch. And the comment that he had made to him afterwards, Chief was more than certain that he had been a part of it.
"Only from what I've was able to gather from the Holonet," Chief stated simply.
"I figured as much." The Historian responded as if he was trying to decide whether or not to tell Chief something.
Chief for his part noticed this but kept quiet, as he saw no reason to ask what it was. Though he did make a note of it, as he probably guessed it was whether he should come clean with his involvement with the Mandalorian Civil War. Still, it seemed that the old man didn't think this was the time to do so, as he then continued.
"From what I'm aware, there's much misinformation about the conflict on the Holonet. If you want, I can give you all the information that isn't normally available on the Holonet. As it something I worked on myself." The Historian said once again confirming that he had a personal connection to this conflict.
As once again John thought about asking him just what this connection was. But he had already guessed, especially considering the markings that he had seen on his attackers' armour, so he would follow Cortana's advice and let him tell him when he was ready to do so. As this was still something that John was struggling to understanding, but he would have to trust Cortana on this, as his mind then turned back to the conversation.
"How soon can you have this ready to transfer over to Cortana?" Chief then asked.
As it would be easier for him if she was the one who handled this information.
"I can't have it ready today, as I needed to gather the necessary information. Come back tomorrow, and I'll have the documents ready for you." The Historian explained as he would need time to write something up for him to read.
Though this wasn't entirely unexpected by John, as he had guessed that the Historian would need some time to get everything in order.
"Understood, I'll be back tomorrow." Chief and with that was gone.
Leaving the Historian alone, all the while wondering just what kind of man this Master Chief was. Even with his days with the True Mandalorians, the Historian could safely say that he had never come across a man like the Master Chief. And honestly, that was a bit unnerving to him.
Even so, the Historian still saw enough potential in Chief to pursue him. If for no other reason than to make sure that none of the Clan made a true enemy out of him to all true Mando'ade left in the Mandalore sector.
It was close to dusk when Chief and Cortana approached their temporary base of operations on Concordia.
As the fact that John was more than happy about it, as it had been nearly a month since they had arrived in the system. As the two of them had managed to acquire some land; even if it was through the local interpretation of squatters' rights, but this wouldn't matter long term, as this was merely a temporary base of operations until he could secure a better spot; or until he and Cortana could find enough manpower to build this one up.
Still, this was the last thing on John's mind as he brought the Pelican on final approach.
"Ensure that all defences are on standby," Chief said as he continued his approach.
As they had been forced to set up defences to ensure that no one robbed them while they were away, as John knew this was a distinct possibility out here.
"I've already set them on standby; they'll be back online by the time we land." Cortana then informed him as John brought the Pelican down to land.
As he did so, a landing pad then lit up ahead of him, revealing both the pad itself and the damaged Pelican that was undergoing repairs atop it.
Seeing this, it didn't take the Spartan long to set the ship down and power it off. Then once that was done, he made his way into the troop bay to retrieve some items that he had to ensure made it off the Dawn. It took him less than two minutes to collect the items, and he then opened the hatch, revealing the edge of the landing pad, the small courtyard that led to his temporary headquarters on Concordia. And as he made his way off the landing pad and into the courtyard, John then spotted a small cylinder with three legs rolled towards him from the other side of the courtyard.
"Well, at least someone's happy to have us back," Cortana commented as the R2 unit stopped in front of Chief.
They had acquired this droid during one of their trips to barter with the locals. At first sight, R2-C9 seemed to be unremarkable; but this wasn't the case, as the small droid had been through an extensive retrofit and repair by him and software update thanks to Cortana. No, the gray and white droid was more capable than its counterpart of handling more complex tasks by itself.
Thus, allowing Chief to mainly focus on building while C9 handled most of the work of installing the wiring, testing its connection, and then uploading software into the compound's computers once they were hooked up. But still, there were times that the small droid needed help with more complex things that were simply outside of its ability to handle.
But otherwise, R2-C9 was turning out to be a worthwhile investment overall.
Still, it didn't take long for C9 to start chattering to Chief through its bell and whistle sounds, trying to inform John about something through its sounds.
"Cortana?" Chief asked for a translation.
As he didn't understand what the little robot was saying to him, mostly because Cortana hadn't had a chance to set up a translator in his suit's software. But for the moment that wasn't really on the priority list, as there were far more important things for her and Chief to deal with. Such as the local Mandalorians that were scooping around the parameter of this base.
Though it might be harmless at the moment, Chief knew that it was probably best to nip this in the butt before it became a problem.
"Seems he's finished setting up while we were away, so all that's left is for us to put in the encryption module and send our message," Cortana informed Chief.
"Good, Cortana get the message ready. I'll handle any last preparations with C9." John said, as he and the small droid then made their way into the main building.
The main building itself wasn't anything to write home about, but then again it wasn't supposed to be. As this was meant to Chief temporary headquarters until he could build something that was more in line with UNSC standers, so for the moment he would have to make do with what he had on hand.
But that wasn't what mattered at the moment, as John then walked over and placed the encryption module into place as he then turned to C9.
"Go run a final check, Cortana and I will handle the rest," Chief stated simply to the droid, who gave an affirmative beep in response and then rolled off.
At this point John made his way over to a control panel, checking to ensure that the message would be sent through a channel that only his fellow Spartan II would use. As he would have the highest encryption available, and the fact was that any distress signal received on it would be immediately investigated; thus, ensuring that his message reached its intended targets.
"The package is ready to send Chief." Cortana informed him.
Taking a moment to check over everything, John then ran a careful eye over everything, making sure that everything was ready. And seeing that it was green across the board, John then turned to face Cortana, whose image was being projected from a nearby holo-tank.
"Do it," John stated simply.
"Massage away, hopefully, someone receives it," Cortana commented.
But it was done, as now all he and Cortana could do now was simply wait; as to how long they would have to do so was anyone's guess.
But for now, both Chief and Cortana could only attempt to strengthen their position on Concordia until they were picked up. Or until they were forced to admit they were stranded here forever.
Cortana knew that this would be a rather hard pill for Chief to swallow if it came to that. As such, she knew that they would have to build a life for themselves while they were here.
Whether they like it or not.
But that could wait, as Cortana finally had free access to the Holonet. As this was her first real chance to get up to date with what was happening across the galaxy. And needless to say, what she found was, interesting to say the least…
"Hmmm, I figured that this would be the case." Cortana mused to herself as she continued making her way through the vast expanse of the Holonet.
"What is it?" John then inquired.
As he knew that Cortana had found something, as she wouldn't have commented on this if this wasn't the case.
"Well for starters, the dominant government in this galaxy. The Galactic Republic is falling apart, with too much corruption, failing its client systems and so on." Cortana simplified the situation for Chief.
As there were a lot of moving pieces in this, too many in fact; as this made the UNSC Ins conflict look like a well-written story considering how small UEG space was.
"How does this affect us?" Chief inquired.
Because the Chief didn't understand how the Republics' situation affected them.
"For starters, this system will most likely end up isolated from the wider galaxy," Cortana explained, as she knew that Chief would quickly grasp the implications of this.
Indeed, he did, as the Chief's mind immediately went to what they would need. Alongside that, there was the obvious thing that he at least wanted to get before this Galactic Republic started tearing itself apart.
Still, this didn't faze him at all. It was kind of a relief to Chief, as a galaxy beset by its own problems wouldn't be much of a problem for him to move around in.
Even so, that was even if he could leave the system without being shot from space. So, Chief decided that it was best to plan for every eventuality.
"Can we stockpile against any shortage that might develop?" Chief then inquired.
As he would hate to be on a planet full of warriors that were killing one another over a simple slice of bread.
"I'll compile a list of what we need. You want me to place an order?" Cortana then asked.
"If we can afford to do so," Chief replied, as he knew that they were still strapped for funds at the moment.
But that would hopefully change soon, especially once Cortana entered into what passed for the Galactic stock market. As those running it would quickly learn why smart AI was banned from it.
Still, Cortana knew that she couldn't just amass a gigantic fountain overnight. As that tended to draw unwanted attention from the authorities; so, she would simply have to pace herself, and ensure that she had enough wins and losses to keep unwanted attention away from her accounts.
Overall, it would take a month or two, but Cortana should be able to secure the funds necessary to start stockpiling against the upcoming conflict.
"So, are we also going to get something for the others as well?" Cortana inquired.
She of course was referring to the other local inhabitants of the planet. Chief for his part wasn't sure as to how she planned to provide for him. But he did have a guess.
But before Chief could ask just as to how they would even pull something like that off the alarms went off.
"Cortana, what is it?" Chief asked as he made his way over to a control panel.
"Something's tripped the motion sensors inside the base. I'm still trying to narrow down the location." Cortana informed him as the Chief motion tracker went off.
"There's someone in there," Chief informed Cortana, as he approached the door to the armoury.
"Indeed, I'm picking up movement inside. Fancy yourself a look?" Cortana asked as Chief prepared himself.
As he knew that anyone there would probably be forced to shoot on sight. Even so, John wanted to capture them if at all possible; if for no other reason than to ask them how they had gotten inside by tripping the outer alarms.
But knowing that the space he would be entering would be a close-quarters environment, Chief immediately went over and grabbed an M45 that was nearby, as he then made his way back over to the door that led to the armoury.
"Inform C9 as to what's happening. If anything's to happen to me, get him to contact the Historian." Chief said as he pressed the door controls.
"Will do Chief, try not to make too much of a mess will you?" Cortana commented as the door opened up, and John slowly made his way into the room.
As the armoury was probably the most secure room in his temporary base of operations, meant to be a place from which he could make a final standpoint should all other defences be breached. As such John could expect his intruder to be armed in some matter as he slowly started to clear the room. But as he continued to slowly clear the room, Chief's motion tracker caught movement off to his right.
Turning to face that direction; Chief then caught sight of a body moving deeper into the room. Seeing this, John slowly made his way towards where he had spotted the person, only to find a couple of moved boxes instead. Which was good, as it gave him an idea as to how big their uninvited guests were.
Chief then got another hit in his motion tracker, as he quickly made his way over to where the last movement had been picked up, and needless to say when Chief finally caught sight of the intruder he was surprised, to say the least.
'A boy?' Chief was surprised to find, because if he had to guess his age then he would say that he was no more than fourteen to fifteen years old.
Still, that didn't stop him when the intruder tried to reach for one of the weapons. With a swift motion, John knocked the poor kid out cold. As he then took a moment to look at him, as he still couldn't understand how he had gotten inside the base, let alone gain access to the armoury. Still, that could be figured out later as he needed help with this. And unfortunately, he knew of only one other person who could help him.
"Cortana, contact the Historian. Inform him of what has happened, and tell him… I need his help." Chief said as he watched the prisoner.
"So, seems we did miss something?" Cortana then asked.
"Unfortunately," Chief said as he then checked the prisoner.
He was okay for the most part. But because he was bleeding slightly from the hit he had taken; John would probably have to give him some medical care to make sure that this didn't become a problem. As he checked on him, John tried to figure out just who might be behind this, and honestly, the Spartan suspected that the local Clans were behind this.
This wouldn't be too surprising for John; as he had expected that he would have to deal with them eventually. But for the moment, he was more than content with leaving them alone so long as they didn't bother him. But if this was an opening move against him, then the Clans would find out rather quickly why that was a bad idea to pick a fight with a Spartan.
But that could be handled later, as John had to deal with his newfound prisoner first.
"Any idea as to what I should do with him?" Chief then asked Cortana.
As this base didn't have that much in terms of holding cells.
"Well, I wouldn't recommend you kill him. Just restrain him and we'll figure it out afterwards." That was Cortana's suggestion.
Because she also wasn't entirely sure as to what to do with their unexpected prisoners either. So, it was probably best that they consulted with the Historian before they did anything with the boy.
"Chief, I have the Historian on the COMs." Cortana informed him.
"Patch me through to-!" Chief started to say before he heard the door opening behind him.
When John then turned to look at the door, he then saw C9 rolling into the room. But that wasn't what caught his attention, as in front of the R2 unit walking slowly towards him was a blue humanoid with an unusual hair colour that looked to be about eight or nine if he had to guess. And in her arms were all the MREs she could carry.
At this point, John realized why the two children had broken into his compound.
Mando'a Dictionary:
hut'uun - coward (worst possible insult)
Jetii - Jedi
Darl'Han - Annihilation
Mando'ade - Mandalorians (Pl) - sons and/ or daughters of Mandalore
And that is all she wrote, my apologizing for taking a while to get around to this one.
But I was on a roll as it where and didn't want to stop writing, as I in fact managed to get to the end of the first arc that I set out to write. So, all I need to do now is settle in and force myself to edit those chapters.
That or I'll just write until we reach the CW time period. We'll see what happens first. Still, I do hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, as Chief is once again bringing attention to himself, and we'll get to see what happens with Chief and the two kids in the next one.
But until next time have a good one.