The Fallen:

The Fallen: Objective

They had finally let me out of that damned bed and returned my gear. I felt rusty...out of practice. I made a bee-line for the firing range, hoping to bag some target practice before find a way to profit off being stuck on this god forsake n world. Rebellion was always a fun time. Guerrilla warfare was a specialty of mine but playing both sides and drawing out such wars was an art form which I gladly reveled in.

It was a science and and art form. Step by step you could play the entire war by aiding one side secretly and letting their leaders take the blame. Step one was always oppression of the working class by the current ruling powers. This fueled the people's desire for war, against the ruling powers. So I already had my objective, but here...here it would be so much easier. The Arena's on illimate were legend for their payouts and the men who rose to become champions. A high ranking position in the goverment's highly selective military, and the privilege of hand picking the squad members under their command. I couldn't believe how easy this vacation was going to be.

I needed to find Sarah and let her know. I loved the girl I wouldn't lie so I couldn't very well leave her in the dark...and I had to find Angel...there was something I couldn't help but wonder about.

I wandered the halls for hours trying to find one of them, but all I managed to find was the armory....but I wasn't complaining. Free gear was always fun, but most importantly for me it was free. Coin was never tight per say but when you live looking over your shoulder you always learn to save a couple bucks whenever you can. After "borrowing" a new rifle and revolver, along with a couple pounds of explosive bricks I made my way to my quarters to leave a note for one of the two.

I found Angel, sitting on my bed, hands folding in her lap, sitting patiently...but for what I did not know. 

"Angel?" I asked, cautious as I approached her. The one thing for sure about this girl was that she was highly unpredictable...for now.

"HI!" she squeaked happily yet remained seated. Her blue eyes watching my every move. "That's not yours" she mumbled as she noticed my new toys

"I liberated them" I shrugged not even bothering to defend my ethics.

She just sat there, looking angry and sad at the same time. "Your going to hurt people Fallen....I don't like that you hurt people"

"I do a job...that I just so happen to enjoy"

"But that's the part I don't like" She whined "You do it for money...its okay you hurt people, most of them are mean" 

I was surprised by her...I never thought such an innocent face could truly hide a killer...even an unstable one.

"Angel...tell me about you" I whispered as I sat down beside her, eager to change the subject.

"I am you, you are me" She said as if in a trance "We weren't born, but we were conceived, we are human but have no souls, we are few, yet we are legion" 

"And that means?"

Her looked at me with sad eyes "the jungle....that was you wasn't it...the boy who started the riot? Who freed us?"

I nodded, never thinking I would come this close to someone exactly from the same hell hole I was "born" in. 

"There are many others in hiding...I knew of some even here...its like I can feel it...in here" She mumbled, softly poking her chest, on the spot where her heart would be. "Find them Fallen, and you will have your own army...you wont need the arenas"

I left after that...I couldn't bear the cryptic talk anymore, each moment feeling like she was truly apart of me. But that was impossible. But what if it wasn't. What if there were more of those like us, she would be right...I could lead an army that could not be defeated, that could not lose...the perfect army........the perfect army for hire. 

As I made my way to the surface through the winding tunnels and passages, I could feel the air cool from a mild chill to icey cold, a tale tell sign that I was nearing the surface. I welcomed it, loving the little feeling I had with my helmet off. My suit was climate controlled. But prefering it cold I always had it at a nice fifty degrees.

I pulled my helmet on and felt the calming hissing and clicks as the suit pressurized, sealing the world out and me in. Nothing less than being hit by a freight train would break that seal. My armor wasn't bullet proof but damn near. It wasn't like the top of the line units that had sheilding from anything you could think of. Radiation, heat, cold they were the basic nusicances kept away but the ones afforded by kings and warlords could surive a nuclear blast. Sure the man inside would be crushed by the concussive force and most likely shattered inside the armor but the armor itself would surive. Never made much sense if you asked me.

A speeder was near by thankfully, unmarked and unmanned, perfect for me. I climbed in and began to pull away when I noticed Angel running towards me. I must say even in armor much to big for her, it clanking and rattling like a soup kitchen, she seemed so damn amazing. I lowered it back down to the ground, letting her climb in and plop into the seat next to me. I laughed at the sight of her trying to use the armored gloves to grasp the side, the tips of the gloves hanging limp, her fingers not even long enough to fill my glove. "Where'd you find my old armor?" I laughed, pulling my helmet off to make sure I wasn't seeing things, ploting a course for the capital. 

"In your bag of course" the voice over the speaker roared, deep and animalistic. The voice mod in all my helmets made her usually soft sweet voice sound like a demon.

I laughed again and pulled my helmet on again and triggered the Interlink, a personal commniction system in the combat armor. "Angel would you like your own armor, I know the captial's best armorist. He'll make you a copy just like mine, but it will fit alot better" I joked. All I heard was her giggling in response.

The rest of the trip was in silence, before we came within reach of the city's broadcast network, then the propaganda came flowing over the speakers. As I slowed the speeder and set it down near the outskirts, I switched my helmet from common visual to tatical lens, the equipment in my helmet instanly pin pointing valuable and high profile buildings and areas.

God I loved cities.