Sorry that's it shorter than most of the other chapters, it's kind of a filler... Enjoy anyways, though.
Blade walked in, Korran and Cain following quietly. Their footsteps echoed in perfect unison on the floors of the now nearly abandoned Hall of Justice, the League’s headquarters after losing the Watchtower. A dark, cowled figure sat at the computer, watching every screen carefully. plus smaller figures wandered aimlessly, waiting for orders. They stayed away from Blade’s path, because she was the head of the younger League’s division at the moment. Roy and Katerrina watched at a distance, relying on the wolf-girl’s keen hearing to know what was going on.
Blade cleared her throat, and the chair turned.
“Sir, we’ve found the girl’s whereabouts. Do toi want me to--”
“No. You shall not apprehend. Not after your récent failure.”
Blade visibly winced in shame, and the two girls behind her suddenly found the floor a very interesting thing to watch. The man only continued.
“Until further notice toi are hereby grounded. toi shall not be in charge until toi have figured a way to redeem yourself.”
Katerrina found this slightly amusing. Her voice dropping to a low level, she asked Roy, “How’s she supposed to redeem herself if she’s not going on any missions?” He shook his head, a light smile dancing on his face, and they continued watching.
“Mercy.”
A girl with orange hair snapped to attention. “Yessir?”
“Go find her. I want her alive.”
A smile spread across the firecaster’s face as she turned away and started towards the door. “With pleasure.”
Katerrina and Roy’s eyes went wide, and they stared at each other for a fraction of a seconde before she realized what was about to happen. She took off, Roy close behind, and ended up on the roof of the hall, watching Mercy jump onto a standard hoverboard and shoot off. They followed her as far as they could, but ended up stuck as she crossed over a river that they couldn’t. As soon as they had made sure anyone was out of range, Roy slid his sleeve up to reveal an electronic cuff-bracelet. He tapped a button and a blue screen lit up on his wrist. He spoke quickly and urgently.
“Attention all resistance. I want the person closest to Informant Alpha’s office to rapporter to me immediately.”
Another voice crackled onto the link. “That would be me, Roy. What’s up?”
Katerrina sighed in relief. “Scar, thank god it’s you. Listen, the League’s figured it out. They’ve sent Mercy to, uh, go for the gold, so to speak.”
A sharp intake of breath came from the firecaster at the end of the line. “And the or is..?”
“With Informant Alpha. Hurry and warn them both, and avoid Mercy at all costs. If she sees you...”
“My cover is blown, which means that the whole resistance is blown. Got it.” Scarlet signed off, and Roy closed the link.
“Hurry,” he muttered as a silent prayer, and the pair returned to the Hall.
Blade walked in, Korran and Cain following quietly. Their footsteps echoed in perfect unison on the floors of the now nearly abandoned Hall of Justice, the League’s headquarters after losing the Watchtower. A dark, cowled figure sat at the computer, watching every screen carefully. plus smaller figures wandered aimlessly, waiting for orders. They stayed away from Blade’s path, because she was the head of the younger League’s division at the moment. Roy and Katerrina watched at a distance, relying on the wolf-girl’s keen hearing to know what was going on.
Blade cleared her throat, and the chair turned.
“Sir, we’ve found the girl’s whereabouts. Do toi want me to--”
“No. You shall not apprehend. Not after your récent failure.”
Blade visibly winced in shame, and the two girls behind her suddenly found the floor a very interesting thing to watch. The man only continued.
“Until further notice toi are hereby grounded. toi shall not be in charge until toi have figured a way to redeem yourself.”
Katerrina found this slightly amusing. Her voice dropping to a low level, she asked Roy, “How’s she supposed to redeem herself if she’s not going on any missions?” He shook his head, a light smile dancing on his face, and they continued watching.
“Mercy.”
A girl with orange hair snapped to attention. “Yessir?”
“Go find her. I want her alive.”
A smile spread across the firecaster’s face as she turned away and started towards the door. “With pleasure.”
Katerrina and Roy’s eyes went wide, and they stared at each other for a fraction of a seconde before she realized what was about to happen. She took off, Roy close behind, and ended up on the roof of the hall, watching Mercy jump onto a standard hoverboard and shoot off. They followed her as far as they could, but ended up stuck as she crossed over a river that they couldn’t. As soon as they had made sure anyone was out of range, Roy slid his sleeve up to reveal an electronic cuff-bracelet. He tapped a button and a blue screen lit up on his wrist. He spoke quickly and urgently.
“Attention all resistance. I want the person closest to Informant Alpha’s office to rapporter to me immediately.”
Another voice crackled onto the link. “That would be me, Roy. What’s up?”
Katerrina sighed in relief. “Scar, thank god it’s you. Listen, the League’s figured it out. They’ve sent Mercy to, uh, go for the gold, so to speak.”
A sharp intake of breath came from the firecaster at the end of the line. “And the or is..?”
“With Informant Alpha. Hurry and warn them both, and avoid Mercy at all costs. If she sees you...”
“My cover is blown, which means that the whole resistance is blown. Got it.” Scarlet signed off, and Roy closed the link.
“Hurry,” he muttered as a silent prayer, and the pair returned to the Hall.
Likes: Swords, animals, history
Best Friend: Blaine, Aryess
Loves: Aryess
Dislikes: Those who pick on the weak
Worst Habit: Too trusting
Personal Secret: I have very few scars
favori Food: French oignon Soup, myrtille pancakes
favori Color: Blue
Code Name: Lance?
Mentor/Inspiration: Arthur
Relations: Unaware of my birth parents
Base of Operations: Currently Nedora
Personal Home: Nedora
Occupation: Knight
Job: Knight
Team: None
What Symbolizes You: Excalibur. ou justice and loyalty
Biggest Regret: Not taking one hit...
Dream Career: Professor of Arthurian History.
Most récent Nightmare: Realizing everything was a dream
Spirit Animal: Dog
Likes: Sweets
Best Friend: None
Loves: Heat
Dislikes: Cold
Worst Habit: Anti-Social
Personal Secret: I can dance really well
favori Food: Creamed Spinach
favori Color: Black
Code Name: Vixen
Mentor/Inspiration: Becca
Relations: None
Base of Operations: Resistance Headquarters
Personal Home: New York
Occupation: Mercenary
Job: Journalist
Team: Resistance
What Symbolizes You: Wind
Biggest Regret: Not falling in love
Dream Career: Travel writer
Most récent Nightmare: Uhh...
Spirit Animal: Fox