Fable: The Wakening Dark

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 We were able to let the Awoken leave lockdown after a full hour. Several ran off in one direction as they were let out. I follow slowly, taking my time to round the corner, until I notice Fenryr. Just as I'd seen him the day he took down the demon. But there was something off about him, how could I tell? Because he looked about ready to snap someone's head off and was holding some long suitcase, or a locker with the word Ragnarok inscribed into it. He starts walking to the center of the room and sits down. Suddenly half of the Awoken in the room crowd around him, asking him how the fight went against Reuben and all he does is smile knowingly. Suddenly three girls rush past me, through the crowd, and one tackles him to the ground. I start to reach for my gun when suddenly, it hits me. She was hugging him. I make my way over.

"Hey Ragnarok, what do ya got there in your hand?" I ask him, gesturing to the locker.

"This, my dear Wendigo, is my locker. It has my name on it." He says, showing me the the Ragnarok inscription on the locker.

"That it is. Have you opened it yet?" I ask, wondering if I have to assist him with the locker.

"That won't be necessary Wendigo, I have opened it, and I'm planning to reforge the weapons to my liking." He said, smirking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"You're not authorized to do that." I say firmly.

"Is that so? If it is, then by who?" He asked me smartly.

"By Me." A baritone voice rings out throughout the room. Everyone turned their heads to the entrance of the room. Where eight figures stood. One stepped forward. "I, Paradox Lisica, am the Director of Project Eden. I dismiss you all. Except for Agents Akemi, Snakefighter, Aurox, Snow, Strife, Stormbringer, and Agent Ragnarok. I have a proposal for the lot of you."