Ch. 9 Silver Eyes

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Vacuo

Middle of Nowhere

3rd Pov

Silver eyed girl: *Scared* P...P....P...Please don't hurt me. 

She can't be more than 8 or 9 years old. He thought.

Cayde looks down at her shacking with her knees to her chin to fit in that metal crate.  He changes his demeanor and crouches down.

Gunslinger: It's okay I'm not going to hurt you, I'm here to help.

Silver eyed girl: *Scared* W...W...Who are you?

He calmly takes his helmet off and greets her with a warm smile.

Gunslinger: *Smiling* My name is Cayde Solo.

His smile eases the silver-eyed girl's fear a little.

Silver Eyed Girl: M...My name is Mora Patrick.

Cayde: Well, it's nice to meet you, Mora, what's a girl like you doing all the way out here.

Mora: Some bad people are after me because my eyes can do some scary things, so I hid in the tunnels.

Cayde: By yourself, where are your parents?

Mora: My Mom died giving birth to me, and Dad put me in the tunnels and said that he would come back, but that was a while ago.

Cayde: Mora, I'm sorry, I know what it's like to lose your parents.

*RUMMMMMM*

The two of them hear motorcycle engines in the distance.

Mora: *Scared* No, they're coming to take me!

She puts her head in her hands and begins to cry.

Cayde: No Mora, look at me.

She stops crying looks at him, with watery eyes

Cayde: I am not going to let anyone hurt you Okay.

Mora: *Nods* Okay.

Cayde: Just stay in the crate until I tell you it's safe alright?

Mora: *Nods*

He takes the lid of the crate.

Mora: Wait, why are you helping me?

Cayde: Because you need it.

He smiles at her one more time before putting the lid of the crate back on. He then puts his helmet back on and walks to the two bikes that just stopped thirty feet away from him.

The two Mercs get off the bikes looking at the bodies of the Darwin brothers, and the famous Gunslinger.  The three parties stop when they are within talking distance.  Cayde recognized both of them as two mercenaries that were regularly employed by Mazie.

Merc 1: Impressive work.

Gunslinger: What are you dining here?

Merc 2: Mazie thought that you might need some help, but it looks like you got things under control.

Gunslinger: When did she send you?

Merc 1: About thirty minutes ago.

Gunslinger: You got here pretty fast, you must have some good transportation.

Merc 2: Yeah.

He looks at the bikes and they are both rusty pieces of junk.

Gunslinger: Sure you do.

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