An Anon's Journey: Remnant Act 1

V3E12: Final Round, Last Hand Dealt

The Vale City police station was a huge place, but even it had a limit on population capacity. Thus, the small camp that was meant to temporarily house the refugees had to be expanded into the far corners of the station's courtyard. Luckily, the bullhead pilots were efficient enough in their transit and refuelling that the camps always had a manageable population level. There was a constant stream of bullheads coming in and out of the station's landing pad, always leaving with dozens upon dozens of people onboard. Of course, as the catastrophe evolves, the problem was surely to pop its head out eventually. For the moment, they were fine, and Hope saw that it was good.

On his end, after returning from Ashes to Ashes, the Otherworldly Seer had kept himself busy doing something that he had sworn he would never get caught dead doing again.

Paperwork.

Well... workforce reassignments, bureaucratic optimization, huntsman assignment...

In short, desk jokey jobbering.

Oh goody, that brings back some memories.

Luckily, his so-called desk was a cool holographic table with a digital assistant that made all the laborious and tedious research nonsense a sinch. Huntsmen after huntsmen came to him to be given assignments but Hope only let Teams do any real dangerous work so as to not waste individual huntsmen's lives. Hope smiled when his friends came in, eager and ready for action. One such friend came in looking like he wrestled in the mud.

"Yo Anon!" Sun exclaimed jubilantly. "Wassup?"

The seer chuckled at the appearance of the monkey king.

"You look like you had fun."

"Yeah, man! It was awesome! There was this twin taijitu that were scaring a bunch of babes and I-!"

 Hope held his hand up to silence him, to which Sun acquiesced obediently.

"It actually sounds like a cool story, but we still have work to do." He smirked. "Tell you what, we'll brag about our exploits around a pint or two once this is over. Deal?"

Sun's mouth gapped happily.

"Heck yeah!!!"

The rest of his team caught up with him, looking about as badly as their boss did.

"Why are you always running ahead?!" Scarlet complained.

"Cuz I hate waiting when there are people that need help!" He retorted passionately.

Scarlet's mouth opened and then closed.

"Understandable... Kinda."

Hope fingered the holographic display for a few seconds before the screen showed the current emergencies in need of resolving. He sucked on his teeth nervously once he noticed a certain alert that had gone ignored for an instant too long for his taste. The King Ozwald Central Hospital was a stronghold that ferried the heavily wounded to be stabilized and evacuated. Unfortunately, some Fang rats had infiltrated the defences and caused a breach in the defences before being apprehended. Worse, a large amount of Grimm had been attracted by the negative emotions that were caused by the realization that their safe haven was compromised.

"Fuck." Hope cursed. "Change of plans, lads!"

The four members of Sun's posse stood at attention.  Hope pressed the alert's icon, displaying the hospital.

"Listen up! We have a code orange at the hospital, the defences that were set up were temporarily breached. Your guys' job is to escort the defence specialists and their supply truck and defend the perimeter until they plugged the hole. Your job won't be too hard because an Atlas patrol is helping, but I'd rather we be safer than safe."