Heart of Courage

[Xavier.Fierceshot]

Xavier Fierceshot sat behind his prized Sabre's dashboard aboard the docking bay of the Metropolis. He wasted no time shutting down his ship and stepping out of the cockpit, Adder's summon sounded urgent. Veiled behind a fearsome crow mask, he slowly marched down the hallways of the Metropolis towards his destination. The interrogation chambers. He was quite familiar with the drill, as he was assigned it frequently. The few crewmen of the Metropolis he found, he noted, would often walk down adjacent corridors after catching a glimpse of his cloak. Xavier did not waste the effort to question their evasions, he knew the power his reputation instilled in the hearts of these men. Uneasiness, respect, and most importantly fear. His subject would come to know the meaning of all three things in due time...

As he approached the door to the interrogation chamber, he smiled to himself, and pulled out a large combat knife. Dragging the knife edge along the door frame, Xavier gritted his teeth as a shrieking sound of scratching steel was produced. He heard a surprised cry come from within the locked room. Quickly sheathing his knife, he unlocked the chamber. He stood frozen in his mysterious guise as the audible hiss of the opening door soon revealed his next victim. He stepped into the room.

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