Eyes

Posted on Sun May 22nd, 2016 @ 1:19pm by Samanthia Akiashiro

Mission: Brave New World
Location: Off the Beaten Paths

In the shadows, several members of the "Rooks". Gang of Refugees Orphans that slipped through the cracks and survived the battle between the Sojourners and the Federation were running a very successful ring of moving merchandise from these outer warehouses that everyone seamed to overlook.

Once the two Security Officers had left the area, they accosted one of the young teenagers that separated from the group. "Hey punk?" Pulling him into a nook with him up against the some heavy crates and blocking his only escape.

"Yeah?" He spoke with a false bravado, yet resigned to another beating.

"What the Security Officers want?" Another of the gang member spoke up, glaring at the kid. He slowly hit his other hand with his fist with implied threat.

"Officer 'Jules' was just introducing us to another Officer, Marko." The young teenager spoke, hating the way his voice came out weak with fear.

"Whot about the other one?" Marko asked leaning forward toward the kid.

"His name is Laz. That's whot 'Jules' called him. I think..." Marko slapped the kid interrupting him.

"You aint to think. Just to remember and tell us what we ask for. Got it kiddo?" Marko growled at the kid. He smiled when the kid nodded, cowering back against the crates that prevented him from fleeing. "You squeal, we'll find you."

Marko gave a hand signal and the gang opened a way for the kid to flee once given the okay to. Then tripped the kid as he passed him. "Klutz. While ya down there, polish my shoos." The gang laughed and took off, leaving him laying on the floor with his evil thoughts.

"Another good find and we'll be able to buy some real weapons from the 'Oscers." Another spoke as they left the kid behind, and smashed out another row of lights lighting up the area, making it a bit darker in an already dismal place.