Kill Team XIV.

Chapter 2.

They stared straight forward for a minute, most anxious, some bored and tired of standing already. Before them spread rows upon rows of buildings, some two-stories, some higher than ten, hiding the horizon line but seemingly near to reaching it.

"Those psychos actually built a whole town?!" Praid exclaimed.

Wras sighed exasperatedly, "Didn't you read the briefing packet?"

"There's a briefing packet?" he asked dubiously.

"Yeah, and you'd have known that if you hadn't gone off to sulk in your little corner and ignored us all," she bit out.

The blonde opened his mouth to retaliate, taking a small step towards her in anger. She lifted her chin, standing straight.

"It explained where the target would be and what it looks like," Glaten quickly said, hoping to diffuse the tension.

""target", "it", is that what they are to us now? An "it"?" Praid practically yelled. Glaten drew back, and Envin and Last flinched. Grid finally turned his attention from the city to the conversation. Sleus picked at lint on his shirt.

The latter sighed tiredly. "Do you have a better idea, maybe? A way out?" he said, monotone. He waited a second, but no answer came. He continued, "No? Then yes, it is a target and we will complete this mission, and maybe, hopefully get a chance to leave this place."

As he finished talking, he started walking straight ahead through a big avenue, the others eventually following in tense silence. They ignored, or at least tried to, the mopped-up pools of blood, signs of obvious struggle, broken glass and bloody, torn clothing they came across, averting their eyes.

After a few long minutes of leading them through the fake-city streets, the grey-eyed boy finally stopped before a building, sighing again before entering and walking up the stairs to the last floor, the fifth. The sound of their footsteps echoed loudly in the otherwise empty, large staircase. Finally at their floor, they followed him to a small room with one window and a few construction materials lying around. He sat on the floor with his back to the wall and the others formed a half circle around him.

"Why are we here?" Wras asked.

"Didn't you read the briefing packet?" Praid asked mockingly in a faux-sweet tone.

Sleus' brow twitched before his face smoothed over again into a blank expression.

"The target usually goes to the building next door," she bit out.

"The briefing packet contained the target's moves this last week. They let her in the arena every day for an hour. Taken day by day, these readings look completely random, but when you look at them together, you can see that she uses the building next door as a landmark she goes to every time, at some point. Every other day, as today is, she goes there on the half hour mark. Assuming they let her into the arena around the same time as us, we now have about ten minutes to find a way to murder her," Sleus said, body relaxed but eyes dark for a second.

For eight minutes, Praid, Wras and Grid debated way to complete the mission while Glaten, Last and Envin looked on silently. Finally, grey eyes snapped open and he stood up, going over to the next room on the floor, a bigger one with large, bright windows.

"Grid, if you would please use that beam to break that window on this building right there and position it as a bridge," he said, pointing as he spoke.

Grid easily picked up the beam and followed Sleus' instructions. They all crossed the makeshift bridge, Sleus last. He adjusted it a little after they'd all gone through.