OK, I'm sorry... It's been like 2 months. I know, my bad. Thing is, I went from having a job, to being laid off, then to making art and doing conventions with help, to doing lots of commissions to get extra money. So this got put aside. And my artness got put up front. Which was fine and all I suppose, I do make money on the side with it. However, I recently got a full time office job. So I can go back to doing prints I wanna do art wise, and I can work on other things I like, such as this!

Sorry my life just got to hectic... and yea, stuff like this felt it. And it I didn't mean for it to happen that way, it's just... life I suppose.

Anyways. Asilla, I tried emailing this to you a few times, but it kept sending it back to me? Yer still out there right? Safe? Alive? Maybe my email now has a grudge against your email? I really dunno why. Regardless I really wanted to send this to you... but yea... You're guess is as good as mine.

So all those that have read this and have faved and followed it in my 2 month absence, you're awesome! To those that have reviewed, you're amazing. To my regular reviewers... dudes I would not be here at CHAPTER 50 without you guys. I love you guys all so much. It means a lot to me, so thank you.

So here we go, chapter 50...

EDIT 01/22/2023: Just fixing some things...

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"GO GO!"

The mob was upon them, Aurora was probably still upstairs biding her time, and the chef was still crying over the current loss of his leg. Their backs were to the door. So far, so good. "Just a little more..." A few of them had taken it upon themselves to arm themselves fully, their guns drawn, it was the perfect time to try and make their so called 'escape', as it were.

Robins hand managed to find the doors handle, his other with a gun drawn on the men before him. He held onto it for a moment, and let all the thugs come just a little closer, before he pulled down on the handle and the two nearly fell backwards, out the door.

Quickly, the two regained their balance, and slammed the door on the oncoming mob. "We gotta find some way to keep this bloody door closed!"

"I wouldn't worry about it." As if on Que, a few of the fellow mob, with Gus included, came sauntering out of the darkness, and into the the light, which the flickering lamp over head provided.

"Oh fuck." Sariel spat. Her eyes narrowed at the intruder. She noticed Gus within the little group, but her sight never left the so called 'ring leader' of the little gang.

"That's right sunshine. You're in for some fun now."

"Go ahead and try it." His voice was low, but threatening enough. "You won't survive her. Or me." Robin narrowed his eyes, but not even he saw it coming.

"Really, I doubt she'd survive this!" a gun was drawn, Gus' hand was steady, the two bullets hit, and the impact was sudden. "Damn, he just came out of nowhere..." Sariel knew Gus was getting tired of this. But wow, just to boldly shoot them like that, she kinda felt hurt. Somewhat. He was doing his job. But, maybe she should put him in these kind of positions more often. He did come off surprisingly arrogant and chill about the whole ordeal. "He'd might kill me for real if I did that though..."

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Robin had taken a real bullet before, he knew what the pain truly felt like, and in any way did this feel anything less than the real thing. Sure the vest stopped the bullet, but it still bloody well hurt. He grinned as the blood packs started staining his shirt and Robin doubled over in supposed pain. "You fuck!"

The Ringer Leader laughed. "Nice one! Bet they didn't even see it coming?" his chuckled continued until a familiar car pulled up. The windows were tinted, but they knew to whom it belonged to.

What they didn't expect, was for her to come out the back door, pushing all others aside, and closing it once again on the remnants of those that remained in the kitchen. She was seemingly amused by the trouble that her former guests had caused.

"I suppose a congratulations are in order." she looked to the young man, her face holding no emotion. Her eyes were still. Seemingly void. She sighed then. "Such a waste."

She bent down to look at the two. "Now your just heaps of garbage sitting in a back alley waiting for someone to find you." She smiled at the two. As if she knew something they didn't want her to know. "Throw them in a garbage bin and be done with it."

Aurora walked away from her own employees and sat herself in the back seat of the black car.

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Geist turned to her as she entered the vehicle. "Well?"

She smiled at him as she closed the door. "They're still alive, the blood is fake, it doesn't give off the same aroma."

Geist chuckled. "They think they've won?"

"Indeed."

"Play the game a little longer?"

She hummed her approval, and that was all Geist needed. He nodded and started to drive to their destination.

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Other then Gus, there was three other men. He knew he'd have to take care of them before Sariel and Robin could get back on their feet. And he knew, now was the time to strike, with Aurora out of the way, and the gang supposedly having such misplaced trust in him. Well, there was only one thing to do. He let out a sigh and shot them, all of them in the head. Sudden impact, no time to question what had happened. Gus was never one for bloodshed, but he understood that sometimes it was necessary.

The young man put the gun back into this jacket, just as casually as he took it out.

"They're gone. You all can get back up. Quickly, before anyone inside comes out to take a look."

Both Robin, and Sariel, opened their eyes and looked to one another. Their smirks evident on their faces. "It seems to have worked."

She agreed. "For now."

"Time to move guys!"

The duo looked to their companion. But it was Robin that spoke up first. "Nice to have you back, Gus."

"Ha! It's good to be back, got so tired of these guys and their stupid rules, but at least I don't got to worry about them anymore." Gus gestured to the bodies on the ground, and Robin cringed. Three more dead, and he basically did nothing to save them. Three more, that would be on his conscious. But it was also three more dead, so he and his companions didn't get caught. Three more dead, so they could hopefully get to the end of all this. It seems Slade was right all along, Sacrifices would have to be made.

Robin took to his feet, his tone was even, no amount of remorse was found. "Let's go." They had a job to get done after all.

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They had already left the alley when she called him.

"It's done?"

Sariel confirmed, "Yea, get yer butt down here."

"Be there as soon as I can." Asif reconfirmed before ending the conversation.

Sariel turned to her friends. "Let's head back to the van, Asif is gonna meet us there. Gotta get ready to do some infiltration."

Robin crossed his arms, and Gus simply nodded.

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The trio had made their back to the van, and Slade was outside to greet them.

"Everything went well it seems?"

Robin nodded. "Yea..."

"A little too well." Sariel piped up.

Gus shrugged. "Nah, we should be fine. Even if Aurora has caught on, she's still leading us right to where we want to go." He doubled checked the tracking device from his watch to find that the beacon was still on the move. "We can make up whatever else we gotta do on the fly."

"Maybe it's been a trap all along then?" Robin put in his two cents. "We got to be extra careful if this is the case. If she wants us to follow, we'll take the bait. But the whole idea of her setting us up is something we need to think of."

They all nodded. "Let's get you all prepared then." The mastermind approached the back of the van, and upon opening it up, he revealed three Kevlar sneaking suits, and their choice of weaponry.

Gus groaned at the thought of wearing Kevlar. He didn't know how Robin or Sariel could get around in it, not to mention all the running and back flips and all the other whatnot they did in them. He sighed. If he knew he would have to suit up for this, he wouldn't have volunteered to be the third person to go along into god knows where to find Aurora. Gingerly though, he took the uniform, and got into the truck to change. Sariel and Robin could wait until he got out.

Sariel looked on to the assortment of weapons. The door was adorned with hand guns, and Slade also had rifles sorted and spread out on the trucks back floor. Literally, the guy could be a weapons dealer just opening up shop for some adventures to come by and spend their cold hard cash on some pretty guns. The girl smirked, "Looks like you sorted through all of grams stuff? Found some interesting things too I see?" Sariel's eyes spied the flame thrower. "I doubt we need to cause that much commotion."

"Perhaps not." Slade agreed. "But I thought it best, to have it around. Just in case."

Sariel ginned, and Robin just shook his head. Asif had made his way to them and was wondering what he had missed.

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Robin jumped down from the back of the van, his uniform fit him nicely. Slade was impressed, the boy willingly wearing his colors was a sight to see. And soon it would make a statement to the rest of the world. But for now it was more of a reassurance that Robin had the proper equipment this time around, before running off into Hell.

Unlike the last trip, Robin was fully armed, he would still carry his firearm from earlier, along with the combat knife that the boy seemed to carry everywhere. But Slade also supplied the boy with a few extras. A few weapons he was familiar with, along with his bo-staff.

While the boy was uncanny in his creativity to strike down his opponent, it was still better to have him armed then not. And although he would hate to admit it, it also gave the man a piece of mind when it came to the boys safety.

Slade looked onto the group of four before him. Robin had made some exceptional friends. And who would've ever thought that the boy would be comrades with a bunch of criminals? Terrorists, one could almost call them. The man smirked. Terrorists hunting down other Terrorists. Military's without nations. Secret Societies. He knew this world well, and Robins integration into it went smoother then he could of ever hoped.

"Shall we?' he gestured to the van.

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Gus was tracking them. It seemed Aurora hadn't figured anything out yet... or she had and was leading them to their deaths. But hey, one way or another, things were going to get pretty exciting.

"I hate this city. Everything is in German."

Robin wanted to smack him in the back of the head. "Obviously. What's the big deal anyways?"

"I don't know German. Plus all the roads got similar names... but..." Gus enlarged the map on his laptop, displayed on it was a map of Berlin, and one constantly moving red blip. "Roads are roads. Cities are various, but kind of all build the same, especially the old ones."

"Unless it's Paris, and he nearly drives through all of Versailles." Sariel remarked as she went about polishing a combat knife, counting bullets for each gun, and just overall preparing each and every weapon the trio would use once they entered the fray.

Gus shrugged and ignored his friend. "From the looks of it, she's heading into old East Berlin. It's just all these goddamn street names. I don't know where to even begin to know how to pronounce any of these."

Robin patted Gus's shoulder. "Keep tracking her."

Gus sighed. "Yea yea..."

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So emmm... yea... and we're off to catch Ms. Warchild. No one guessed correctly what she is. Mwahaha. What has the same kind of essence of a Demon. But was once human?

I'm not giving anymore hints. I shouldn't even be giving them at all...

Soooo PLS PLS Review! I have cake, and ice cream, and since I'm Canadian and we just had Thanksgiving here, so I do have left over Pumpkin pie. With lots of whip cream. You know you want it.

Thanks everyone! And you all be good out there. Or else...

-Fangy