Daemon Born

February 5

We traveled through the tundra, all active and excited for the battle. They eventually settled down and we continued on to our quiet trip. After about thirty minutes we stopped by a station. We were going to pick up some supplies and refuel the vehicles. It must have taken awhile picking up all these agents.

We dropped down from the caravan and walked around in the snow. We found some places to sit down, and other just stood there waiting. The hunter-pirate went over to the station and took a nap. Glasses decided that he needed to practice, and went over chopping adult trees down in one slash. The cloak got out and started creating magic circles again, probably some kind of meditation.

Everyone found what they were going to do, and I was really bored. I put my sword in my seat and took my helmet with me outside. I found the captain over at the station having a smoke by the entrance, and he was leaning on the building.

I walked over to him and asked him how long it would take until we're back on the road.

"I don't know, kid. It should maybe take about ten to twenty minutes, if you're that bored, why don't you be the one to lead a patrol group out in the vicinity. Who knows, maybe you'll find something interesting to do."

He blew out some smoke.

Wait, is he serious? He gave a patrol squad just now. Wow, this is definitely something, I never really got to lead much before, and now I have the perfect opportunity to look for something to test my new stuff on.

"Go and call agents 1478 and 1638. They're probably better than just taking a few members of the tactical team. They're both Rank B, so you should have no problem at all."

The captain said to me one more time before he focused on enjoying his outdoor smoke. I turned on my visor and scanned the area for number 1478 and 1638. After about a few seconds, my visor located them sitting on a boulder by the edge of the forest.

One of them was lying down on the rock, and was wearing big bulky armour, way bigger than mine, and he was holding a great axe or something. The other one was a lot smaller, and was polishing their weapon. It was a sniper rifle of sorts, not the standard issue. It was a lot more powerful than an ordinary rifle.

They seem pretty decent teammates. I walked over to them and called their attention.

"Hey you two, the captain assigned me to be your party leader for this patrol team. I thought that we should start as soon as we can." I tried to sound as official as I could.

The one lying down sat up and rubbed his eyes, and he yawned. He blinked a few time and looked at me.

"You must be Pyron. Rank A right?"

"Yeah, that's me. You're a paladin right?" I asked.

"Yep! My name's Gallow. Nice to meet'cha Pyron." He gave a happy smile.

The one holding the rifle looked down on me before he jumped down, placing his rifle on his back. He started making his way over to the patrol route that was assigned to them. I started walking too and the paladin followed shortly after.

When we reached the start of our route, I realized that I didn't ask the person in front of me what their name was. I sped up my pace a little and walked beside them. They looked really serious and just kept walking normally.

"Hey, I... uh, didn't get your name yet." I asked him.

He gave me a small glance and sighed.

"It's Shawk."

He continued his silent march onward, not even stopping once. I slowed I kept walking. Shorty after though, the paladin caught up to me and patted me on the back with a thump. I was a little startled by this.