Pandora

Chapter 1(Final Part)

Moments earlier as Vincent and his friends snaked their way through the city, 

"Meeks, how long do we have, till we get there?" Vincent inquired, his voice laced with urgency.

"Couple meters more, shouldn’t take too long.. " replied Petra, her voice calm and composed

"Why is there a problem" she turned toward him and asked 

"Uh.. " was Vincent’s response. He was on the line with some one and then

"Petra, it is me!" came a voice from the Monokom, the very person Vincent had been engaged in conversation with.

"Bram! 

"Where are you?" Petra exclaimed joyfully, recognizing the voice on the other end.

"I am currently situated in Rosenfeld. Pray tell, could I rendezvous with ye in Isana, or would I be late before reaching ye Folks?" Bram queried.

"Yh it would be too late, 

We’d be in Grandorr before you'd reach Isana from Rosenfeld, so why don’t you head directly from Rosenfeld to Grandorr? "

"Very well, I shall heed thine counsel. I express gratitude for thine guidance!" Bram responded appreciatively.

"Do you need directions though or you can make it on your own?" Petra inquired

"I humbly appreciate thine offer, fair Petra, but nay! I possess the ability to navigate unassisted. At the very least, my sense of direction is more reliable than that of yours faithfully..," Bram jested.

Vincent was triggered, he knew it was directed toward him 

 "I won't forget this, Bram!" he retorted sharply, his voice tinged with annoyance. 

"Oh blimey, my sincerest apologies, Vincent. I appear to have forgotten that ye wert still connected," Bram hastily apologized, his words laced with contrition.

"Don’t apologize, he should learn some basic orientation already " Came Petra to Bram’s rescue.

"Yh yh whatever, anyhow, could you do me a favour, Bram?" Vincent said 

"I am all ears, good ser," Bram responded, attentive to Vincent's entreaty.

"Nice! 

so we haven’t encountered them yet but I feel the Task force tailing us, so if you arrive at Grandorr and you see them anywhere around, Take care of the trash will ya! '' Vincent asked

"Indeed, Vincent, I shall attend to this task with utmost diligence," Bram assured him.

"I'm Counting on you!" Vincent said, his voice filled with conviction, before terminating the call.

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"You... you are friends with Vincent!" The captain exclaimed as he recognized the figure emerging from the shadows.

His name was Abraham Warlock, though most knew him as the Red Knight or simply Bram by his close friends. He is also a loyal member of the Blue Lotus. Bram stood tall, matching Vincent's height, with a fair complexion that contrasted with his silver hair and piercing cat-like eyes. He exuded an air of danger, dressed in a long black trench coat, black trousers, and matching shoes. A black hat adorned his head, and his shoulder blades crisscrossed with two gleaming swords. Completing his ensemble were tactical gloves that spoke of a fighter's prowess. He possessed an almost wolfish aura, with his hair cascading down to the corners of his strong jaw.