The group and I had gone into multiple clothing stores to get attire that didn't invite too much attention, as well as instrument cases for Stryker and Joromalleus. Arcadia's weapons were already hidden, as she manifested them water, which she contained in a bottle. Arcadia wore a Puma t-shirt, with blue denim jeans and high heel boots. Jade wore a black unbranded long sleeve with grey tracksuit pants, with New Balance runners. Marcus dawned the same attire he had before, as he was always casual. I wore black cargo jeans with a grey t-shirt, along with leather sneakers. After we were all sorted, we made our way to the downtown alleys of New York in Marcus' Ford.
"Marcus, your previous life?" I asked.
"...yeah?" Marcus said.
"We need it now." I said.
"We're on our way to the airport with no means of identification. We are going to Greece, so do you have the connections?" I asked once more.
Marcus buried his face into his palm, and sighed. He was hesitated, before raising his head, eyes level to mine.
"I might know someone. Good thing I have the wheel." Marcus grimaced.
His face stared dead straight over the dash, stoic in expression. He steered through multiple streets, until he had found a dock area. Multiple warehouses bordered the shore, and the grand city of Manhattan was the view. Marcus had parked the car next to the warehouse, and got out 2 phones; a Samsung S8 and a satphone. Marcus grasped the satphone, sighing as he raised it to his ear.
"You have a satphone? What's that been doing on you?" I asked.
"This guy doesn't exactly attend church." Marcus said vaguely.
Whoever he was referring to was legitimate, but certainly wasn't on Santa's nice list.
The satphone beeped and buzzed, connecting to the geometric satellites that would thread his call. The sound of a pickup could be heard, and a man spoke to Marcus. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but Marcus said only one thing.
"Tempest, I need some documents fabricated. Got some friends and I who are leaving the country. Think you can hook me up?" Marcus asked.
Murmuring can be heard, the man the other end sounding obligated.
"Consider it a favor." Marcus said.
Silence fell, an eventual reply came to Marcus' ear.
"Send me the address. I'm on my way now." Marcus said, clicking a side button on the satphone, ending the call.
"57 on 45th and Maine. We good?" Marcus asked everyone.
Arcadia and Jade nodded bleakly in reply. Marcus had calmly lowered the accelerator, humming to a calm 20 mile per hour, crossing between alleyways. One completely abandoned, lights on the side of a building dressed a garage, which light was creeping out of. Marcus parked his car inside the alley, gesturing for everyone to get out of the car. Screaming could be heard from inside, a man issuing threats as he bashed another, possibly to get info. Marcus knocked on the garage door.
"Fuck me!" A man screamed, Australian accent prominent, "put him out, he ain't budging."
Gunshots snapped through the room, Arcadia jumped in shock. Marcus and I waited at the garage door. It slowly raised, revealing a man with a mask, grey in steel alloy with a contour tightly wrapping around the cheekbones. The mask looked sharp, and the holes for which the eyes gazed through were large.
"You must be in a real shithole to come crawling to me again, Marc. With 3 of ya mates, no less."
"Not just any 3 people, Tempest." Marcus said.
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Karta Stryker
AksiHope. Revolution. Words Karta would not previously embrace, but would soon have no other choice but become the very face of these things. His childhood scattered by memories of running away, being hunted down, but Karta doesn't remember anything bef...
