In a large busy city of Grann Trove, late at night, a man with a hoodie and jeans stands on top of a tall building, watching the empty streets below. He sighs and sits on the edge, feeling tired from before. Thinking about the city, he tightens his hood before he starts, wondering about the Trove, of how it used to be great for tourists and the great sights to behold. He then thinks about how its changed in a short amount of time.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡni3z61mDMN
A person comes through the door back into the building and pats the hooded man on the shoulder.
"I take over man. You look ready to pass out." the guy addressed.
The hooded man replies with a yawn. "Yeah that'll be great, thanks..."
The hooded man then pulls his hoodie off, revealing he has slightly long hair, very dark purple, with purple eyes to match. He gets up and looks at the gloves he is wearing. Walking off into the building, he heads down a few rows of stairs leading to an empty office building as he gets lower down. As Chris leaves the building, he breaths in and out, leaving with a tired look.
Meanwhile, in a large living room, people fill the huge lounge and bar room with a wide flat screen TV to match. The room has a messy looking bar to the side with comfy seats and two hall ways leading out, one being slightly blocked by boxes and housing items, and the other clear and leading to a operating room.
The guy behind the bar has golden-yellow hair that is short and flat, grey eyes, and tattoos on his arm and below his neck. A skeleton with a holy look to it runs up his arm, and wings that carry a soul sits below his neck.
When a girl sits by the bar, the tattooed guy comes by and smiles to her, but she doesn't even look.
"So you seem new here. You have anything special or any useful information?" he asks politely but quickly. "I know someone would have sent you for one."
"Only information... A town about one hour form here is being used as another sector, though for research so far," the girl replies in a annoyed tone, trying not to let it show.
"Interesting, thank you. By the way I'm Wilfred. Wilfred Oarian," the informal boy adds.
The girl is silent for a bit, and then leaves to check the place out. Wilfred just shrugs, figuring this is nothing new. The bar phone rings loudly enough for him to turn around. He quickly checks the red light to see where, and notices it from "Warehouse - Water line."
He answers the phone with seriousness. "Hello Tyler, something up?"
Tyler sighs. "We manage to lose contact with Sara and Justin, the last of our spotters for the south area. Not sure how they got seen. But we also found info on the town, Tefforn. They have agreed to the High-Point Zone debate they had. We may need to get regulars from now on."
Tyler breaths and begins to change the subject, forcing a more cheery tone. "So did you see the new girl yet?"
Wilfred replies in a slight disappointed tone. "No, not yet. She didn't seem happy, but that's nothing new is it."
"Well its quite an amazing one," Tyler teases jokingly. "Maybe you'll run from this one."
Both Tyler and Wilfred share a laugh.
"Goodbye," they both say, hanging up.
Wilfred pours a drink of water and continues serving those who want a glass. He thinks about Chris, about how he is the closest there. Thinking why he is near the edge of Trann Grove.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb2O5eoTWe5
Heading back to a dockyard, Chris heads to a large inactive warehouse that has some empty crates and containers by one side, with rust covering the sides of the entry door. The windows are slightly dirty since the place has been abandoned for a few months. Chris heads to the front door and knocks a code. It's accepted, and the noise of locks being used follows. The door opens up, and Chris enters. He waves to the guy who opened the door, and he proceeds to lock it again.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN23c5bL3x2
Chris walks to one of the office rooms where folders and a computer is and taps a person on the shoulder. The woman, Trisha, turns to show a her long dark orange hair covering part of her face on one side. It's short on the other side, her dark blue eyes searching. As soon as she sees Chris, her face goes from absolutely bored to elated.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHanwXumi7F
"So you're back already, huh? I was hoping you would, we lost contact with a couple today. Besides that, had fun out there?" Trisha asks cheerfully with a hint of playful sarcasm.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnt9CR5qLRt
"No not really, just tired as hell. But thanks... I'm going to head inside and rest. Tomorrow me and Matthew have to see why our water pipes aren't fully working and check out a place we can use," Chris tiredly replies, tying to be nice.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡermoSmslsH
Trisha pulls a bigger smile. "Its cool. I can see your tired, no need to blabber to me," she assures. "Bye-bye for now," she sings at the end.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9YG6zWZlaz
Chris can only return a small cheerful look. "Before I forget, Damian is at my look out. See ya." He leaves the bored worker back to her computer.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFcJC7ArE2w
He heads to another door, ready to collapse. The door opens like its about to fall, but Chris powers through, heading to a nearby building that looks more up to date than the warehouse. Before he enters, he stares out to the water. Chris yawns and heads inside the building, running into Wilfred, the man opening the door.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrLwMUAwTKk
"Almost smacked heads then," Wilfred says jokingly, playfully punching Chris in the arm. They fist bump. The journalist smiles, but Chris doesn't.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3xXvKiZIJp
"What's wrong, buddy?" Wilfred asks with concern.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCtbi0jHH3K
Chris yawns. "Just need some sleep," he tiredly answers. "Plus thinking about how long I've been here now."890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS6IBN8r7lm
"Hm. I'll leave ya be then," Wilfred says. "I've got to run off anyway. See ya." He begins to rush and talk a bit faster at the end.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQPTcUMcY8q
"Bye..." Chris ends. He looks around and takes off his gloves, revealing the metallic blades on the fingers leading to the back of the hand, all the way under the sleeves890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR8CD9OxL3F
Chris goes further inside, past some boxes that are ripped and empty. He reaches a nicer looking door and opens it, making sure he doesn't bump into yet another person. He enters and sees people sitting around a table talking. He pays no attention to them and goes to an empty dining room, which is rare. He continues past into a hallway and after passing a few doors, heads inside a room numbered "15." 890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlCrMinVTU1
Inside, it's a room with bunks and a small table with two chairs, a small TV and pile of books. On the other end is a tall boy with clothing hanging out with a lamp on top. Chris climbs on top to a comfortable bed and looks at his hands again, slowly forming blades at the fingertips. The only way he can think of his unnatural gift is in annoyance. 890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo9uiK5sdVg
"Guess all I can do is be thankful I'm not dead by now and can do good..." he thinks out loud, slightly angry but really more disappointed, knowing how others might feel. "Doesn't change what I have lost." 890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOPLJ5KIqwa
Chris yawns and rolls up his sleeves, uncovering the rest of the metallic, thin blades across his lower arms. He closes his eyes and falls to sleep.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1IqyqOgziG
Meanwhile, Tyler, with light brown short hair, a stubby beard, and blue eyes, is smoking a cigar and talking on his phone. He takes out the cigar, blows some smoke and ends the call. He enters a small, dark room with a full map of the Grann Trove, complete with drawings and markers. Others are inside arguing about who to run extra supplies.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTj2SJKUmrH
Tyler raises his voice. "Settle down, people!" Leaving the room quiet, Tyler clears his throat.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtUNA2buSl9
"Look, I know, I know... We are in a... Position where we need more people to run the supplies to the other locations, and Tefforn being one new issue," he continues in a formal voice. "But we need to focus on spotters. No spotters..."890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNgVqxfCKdc
He pauses and looks more serious while speaking with a more relaxed tone. "Means no suppliers and no help for the other Wakening hideouts. Let's work together to figure this out."890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnVkozjruK5
The others apologize to each other and start to talk about who could be temporary spotters and about recruiting new ones. Tyler just continues smoking, calm and relaxed as he takes a seat. He looks at the map while listening even more carefully to their conversation.890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjpiI5fFA5k
Wilfred is at a parking lot, digging in his pocket to grab his keys. He flicks through and finds his car keys and unlocks the car in front of him. A nice standard red car. He starts the car, turning up the radio, and drives off into a crossroad, heading to his apartment. Wilfred changes the station and stops on the news. He listens, hoping to hear anything connecting the dots to the two missing spotters. 890Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsSdPwcWnvM
