The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Scavenger Hunt

Sentinel

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Washington State, USA

October 7th, 2019

"Do you really think I'm going to need these?" Sentinel asked, looking at what Ranger was trying to hand him.

"Most likely not," Ranger admitted, "but it's better to be safe than sorry. Now take them."

Reluctantly, Sentinel grabbed the knife and gun that Ranger was thrusting at him. A karambit and a Glock-19, the same ones he had picked out almost a week ago. The gun was inside a clip-on holster, and he quickly pulled it out, checked the magazine and the action like Ranger had taught him, and then clipped it to his belt on his right hip. The karambit he clipped at the small of his back, the jean jacket he was wearing covering it entirely. He could feel the weight of both weapons, but it wasn't necessarily uncomfortable so much as he was keenly aware of their existence. 

Sentinel shifted his weight a from foot to foot, then bounced on his toes. Neither of the weapons shifted or slapped against him, so he figured they were about as set as they were going to get. Ranger also handed him two spare magazines, which he put in the front pocket of his jeans. 

Ranger stepped back and nodded. "Now you're ready."

"Same here," Fang said, walking into the room. He was wearing dark jeans, a Linkin Park Meteora shirt, black combat boots, and a black denim jacket that looked suspiciously heavy at the front. He nodded at Sentinel. "Let's get going."

"Be safe." Ranger clapped Sentinel on the back, then punched Fang in the shoulder. "You drive safe."

"Everyone else better drive safe, for their sake." Fang's smile sharpened. "Whatever crawls out of that wreckage won't be Fang at first."

Ranger rolled his eyes like it was an old joke and headed down the hallway towards the gym. Fang pulled open the front door and waved for Sentinel to go through first. They walked to the garage, and Fang led him to a purple Jeep. It was silent until they hit the highway.

"Hey Fang?" Sentinel asked. Fang nodded at him to continue. "Why is it just you and me going, instead of all of us?"

"I figured that it'd be a good way for you and I to get some time to chat in a less-official capacity than yesterday," Fang explained. "Plus, I want to see how well you can find hidden caches without any hints. This way, even if it takes a while, it's just you and me hanging out."

"Oh." Sentinel wasn't really sure what to say. The test of his skill made sense, but Fang just wanting to hang out with him? It was obvious that Fang saw him as a friend, maybe even already as a member of his little family, but was it really that important to just hang out?

"You're thinking super loud again." Fang said, smirking at the face Sentinel made. "Is it so wrong that I want to hang out and get to chat with you one on one? Everyone else got to."

Fang's mock-pout as he spoke made Sentinel laugh, and then Fang handed him something he hadn't ever seen in person before.

"An iPod?" Sentinel asked incredulously. It was a smaller version than he had seen in TV shows and movies growing up, and had a touchscreen instead of the little wheel. It was also still connected to a cord plugged into the stereo on the Jeep.

"I've had the same one since I was in middle school," Fang said. "It's got around two thousand songs on it, and I want you to see to pick the music until we get where we're going or we need to talk." 

"Oh. Alright, sure." Sentinel started scrolling through the songs. Most of the songs Sentinel didn't recognize, but the first song he did recognize made him burst out laughing.