𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔶 (𝔏𝔢𝔳𝔦 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯)

IV - A Soldier Like She

But for now, we can only say goodbye.

***

The air in the Underground, typically, was damp. You could nearly feel the mould that grew in the place, the darkness that lurked within.  It was eerie enough beforehand, why did it suddenly feel as though the shadows that surrounded the three of us had grew eyes that were created purely for the sake of stalking us?

We flew low over the buildings of the city. The place is a cage, there's no up nor is there a down, and the walls around us would only lead us to more rock and dirt. A giant trap, yet it was a trap we had grown accustomed to, and we use that to our advantage as multiple green blurs appear from alleyways and streets alike.

At least a dozen of Military Police. We knew they were after us, we were prepared. Yet, something was... off. Their movements weren't the same. I look over my shoulder, counting at least a dozen of them, watching as they all spread themselves out over the roofs of the buildings. Their faces were concealed behind the shadows of their hoods, not one of them even opening their barely exposed mouths to utter an order. They worked well together to be Military Police. Too well. Out the corner of my eye, I catch one more person adding to the pursuers, their face not revealing much more than the rest of them.

"Hey, Bro! How cool was that line?!" Isabel calls out with a sly smirk. I try my best to recall what she had even said, her voice nothing but a hum in the back of my mind before she acknowledged me.

"Shut up," was the only response I manage to get out and I practically feel her demeanour drop at my sudden dismissal, an annoyed frown on her face as she follows both Farlan and I closely.

"We can't stick together, that'll make it easier for them to catch us," Farlan says. I grit my teeth, realising he's right. Splitting up is the last thing I wanted to do, but it seemed like the better choice.

"Split," I mutter and they both disperse into side streets, leaving me to continue ahead. I look over my shoulder, fingers still working over the triggers with ease as I navigate the city with one singular person tailing after me, the rest of the soldiers having split off after Farlan and Isabel.

I met the soldiers gaze, their eyes unwavering in the shadow of their hood. They kept their gaze on me, their movements scarily precise, their speed gradually increasing as they slowly begin to catch up to me. I face forward again, the distance blank with the wall of a building. As we gain ground, I make no attempts in going over or around it, and I think the pursuer knew that. The building got larger and larger, my fingers pulling the triggers of my hilts, the anchors wedging themselves into the walls of buildings on either side of the street, the wires propelling me backwards. As I fly backwards, I feel the wind of their own figure against mine, my manoeuvre nearly getting me tangled up with the soldier. 

I pay no mind, gritting my teeth as I continue back down the street, looking over my shoulder and just managing to catch glimpse of the soldier having recovered from my move far quicker than I thought as they push themselves from the wall and begin to tail after me again, yet I just somehow get a look at the crest on the back of their hood. Wings. These aren't MP's. 

They sent the fucking Scouts after us.

"Tch," I click my tongue, spotting a window that had been left ajar in a building not too far from where we were now. I move quickly, my breathing becoming slightly ragged, my entire being coursing with an unfamiliar rush of adrenaline as I fly through the window with precision and flip through the dark hallways, following a glimmer of light I could see in the distance. Jumping over barely visible silhouettes of crates, bags and boxes, launching out the next window and plummeting back down to the ground of the dirty street below.