I Am The Truth II

Chapter V: Precious Cargo

The Legionnaire had been brought to the floor. Tygren had exhausted his patience long before. These frequent encounters close to the Ardoni lands not too far away were becoming much more than a nuisance now. Everytime, he had gone out of his way to appear on the scene as fast as he could, only to find Jalkar was not there. 

Without wasting a second, the Voltaris had the man by the shirt collar and against the stone wall.

"I want answers, and I want them fast," Tygren growled, his words flowing with lightning speed. "Satisfy me, and you may satisfy your overflowing bladder, do you understand?"

"Y-yeah, please don't shoot me-"

"Good," Tygren interrupted. "How did your lot get here?"

The man only stared in confusion. Tygren slammed the man against the wall, making the Legionnaire panic.

"Answer me!" 

"Our superiors!" The Legionnaire answered. "We were given the location!"

"Who?"

"I..."

"Who?"

"Jalkar," The Legionnaire finally responded. "The Legion's chief commando."

"He's been all over the place, huh?" Tygren mused, and the man nodded silently in fear. "From Biggerton to Ireden, that bastard just can't stopping being a pain in my ass."

"We're just doing our job, man," The Legionnaire protested. "Please, I gave you what you wanted."

Tygren wordlessly pressed his gun against the man's forehead.

"And I'm doing my job too."

The Voltaris set to work, searching the other for anything useful. And to his satisfaction, there was something useful indeed.

"A radio," He mused. 

And most conveniently, that was when it crackled to life.

"Chungus are you there?" A voice demanded on the other side. "Chungus?"

Tygren said nothing, silently holding the radio with him as he made his way out of the storage yard, the Legionnaire walking ahead of him at gunpoint. Chungus dared not speak, and the Voltaris made it clear the former wouldn't. He knew this radio had a GPS tracker on it. Sooner or later, they would find him. Or, to be more accurate, he would find them.

"Chungus!"

The Voltaris scanned his new surroundings, which were much more favorable. It was time to get to work.

The Legionnaires emerged upon the scene. All of them had their guns drawn except for the lead, which was holding the GPS receiver. They were in a ship graveyard, massive freight ships from only a decade ago rusting in the background. There was grass growing through the pavement. Many of the lampposts no longer had bulbs in them, and the cables that used to hang from the old utility poles had been removed long ago. The place was abandoned.

"Chungus is here, apparently," The lead said. 

They stopped to look around. The giant freight ships loomed from further off, all of them now the same brown-red color. There was no sign of any activity. 

"Trap?" Another suggested.

"Probably," The lead answered. "But I can't leave without him."

"We may all die," The second stated. "It may be better to scarper now." 

"I'm not leaving my man to die alone," The lead snapped. "You all are free to return if you wish, but I'm staying here till I find Chungus."

The lead watched as three of the six that had come with him promptly left the scene. The remaining stood there, their guns still drawn.