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⎯ Living in exile, hiding from the Military Police and the government seems to be a chase of cat and mouse, a game of hide and seek, yet they're the predators hunting their prey.
In the middle of a greenery lush-villed scenery lies a homely-warmed cottage, as three members, mainly Armin, Jean, and Sasha of the Special Ops Squad operated by none other than Lance Corporal Levi Ackerman.
In their hands, was a pile of boxes and stacks of bread and potatoes. Jean jokingly scolded Sasha, "Just try and steal some food, Sasha and I'd get Captain Levi to chop you up into nice bite-sized pieces," merely threatening the brown-haired girl, as they all walked towards the doorsteps of the cottage.
Armin opened the door, unveiling the other members of the Special Ops Squad, cleaning the dust-filled furniture across the place except for Mikasa, Historia and Hera who's was in the middle of chopping up some woods outside, while the black-haired boy called Eren looked up to see his friends - mainly his rival Jean Kirstein.
"Did you guys wipe off the dirt and dust of your shoes before you came in?" He passive-aggressively asked them, while dusting off the floor with a broom, stopping it for a short-while.
"What? Of course not. Can't you see all the stuff we're carrying?" Jean replied, his eyebrows furrowing in question to Eren's statement, while behind them was Sasha curiously looking at the two.
"You... Do you seriously think that attitude will satisfy Captain Levi?" Eren mockingly spat out at Jean, as if angering him to cause a string of arguments between the two of them.
"If I hadn't personally given your hospital sheets corners this morning-" Eren added, but was intervened by Jean's pissed off statement to his complaints.
"Quit nagging! Who are you? My mom?"
Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of a bored voice so familiar to everyone across the place, "We're back," and it's none other than Mikasa and Historia, followed by the fire-wielder woman named Hera as they waltz inside the room, holding a piece of firewood in their hands.
"Wait, were you just chopping firewood?"
Armin curiously asked Mikasa out of the blue, to which the black-haired female nonchalantly replied, "I have to stay in shape," with a bored expression.
