by Doc 42 » Mon Mar 30, 2009 4:53 pm
Fitz leant against the grubby wall, looking out into the distance over the city... For a few miles, the buildings were dark and lifeless, then, beyond the river, they sprung into life once more... He took a drag on his cigarette and closed his eyes once more taking hold of the balcony wall and leaning over the street. "Markus.... Barrana.... Mivkol..." He went through the names of his squad over and over, trying to find them amongst the murky blackness of the city... machine gun fire rolled in the distance, distracting him. He swore. It was hopeless. He was trying to practice a trick Trix had been nagging him to master. Aura vision or something like that, being able to pick peoples life forces out, no matter where they are. It was hard work. Apparently was supposed to be easier if you knew who you were searching for. So far it hadn't done much for him. After his meeting with Desh he hadn't been able to locate his squad again, it was annoying him....
His cellphone started vibrating, he still hadn't turned off silent from their mission earlier. He walked back into the decaying apartment and answered it "Lo?"
"Fitz, Blanko here."
"Hey, how've you been?"
"Peachy, make your way to the garbage hole would you? De-de rang a few minutes ago, something about a new enemy."
"The demon's brought in help?"
"Not sure. From what she said it sounds like they are simply trying to capitalise on the war already going on."
"For real? Ugh... Fights not even over and already the vultures are circling... i'll be there in five...."
"Sure, oh and, still no word on your boys?"
"Nothing. Derham's gonna be pissed"
Blanko laughed and replied "Heh, f**k him. Whats he gonna say to you? Anyway, see you soon."
Fitz closed the cell and pushed his way through the rotten door, making his way down the staircase.

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**** off TT"-Doc 42
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