Asnabel Rutofski looked slowly around the broken down transport, sweating profusely, worried about the choices he had just made in the last 24 hours...His life had gone from school, fun, and games to hoping he wasn't shot down on his way to what remains of the Diamondus sewage systems, aka Rebellion headquarters. He really didn't know why he was doing this revolution, why he was risking it all for the chance to go down as hero. It was stupid, it was suicidal, and things were looking quite bleak. Everything was on the downside since Christopher Calen and his little group of mercenaries took power in Diamondus, they were all that really kept him in power, he was mostly a puppet ruler. Nobody else seemed to notice, except for, of course, the Rebellion.



The rusty transport creaked to a stop, opening a small hatch in the middle of the open area where troops once sat. A ladder slid down and the pilot shouted out, "Okay, kid, get oof the bloody transport before I kick yee oof." Asnabel grumbled, and slid his hands and feet to the sides of the ladder, sliding down quickly down right next to the sewer entrance. Looking off to his left, two of Calen's lackeys were heading his way, having spotted the transport...this was not in the mission plan, he thought to himself as the two heavily armed street patrollers ran his way. Instantly panicking, he made a dash for the nearest alley, running for his life. Back behind him he could hear the soldiers yelling, one of them barking out orders to the other...followed suddenly by an explosion...they took out the transport...they had just cut off the only source of new blood for the Rebellion in one clean sweep...they weren't after him, they could care less...



Asnabel stood still in the alley for what seemed an eternity...waiting as the soldiers came and scrapped what usable remnants were left of the transport...but after a while, they left...he slowly crept out of the alley, and made a bee line straight for the sewers, making his way in...Stepping around the corner, he didn't get the welcoming he was expecting. Instead he was met with a knife pressed up to his throat. "What the bloody, bloody, bloody, BLOODY ****are you doing here...wait a second, it's the albino kid, eh?" he says, pushing him away. "Name's Ray Kozicki, leader of this fine organization here. Get used to the faces around here, I doubt we'll be seeing new ones for a while after what happened up there. Took down the only trans we have with one shot from an RPG-7. I take that back, don't get too used to the faces around here, they might not be around for too long, we've got a bit of a habit of losing fine soldiers around here." Asnabel nodded, and rose to his feet, dusting his white fur off, and squeezing some of the sweat off of them…all this for the chance to become a hero...?



To be continued...



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