Heart of Courage

[Vagrant Raiders]

Scene One stood blocking the doorway of the interrogation room. He spoke with his usual distorted voice.

"Did you kill him, Fierceshot?"

"It was unnecessary, he survived my interrogation process. Dump him back on Barrier Gate, he's of no worth to anyone."

Xavier Fierceshot was one of the only people able to stand up to the Scenes of Alcor Wing. Fierceshot, unphased by Scene One's immense stature and height, stood with his arms crossed and beak glistening.

"Anything else?"

"That's all."

Scene One stepped aside to allow Fierceshot to stride past. It was an interesting relationship between the two parties - they both respected the other. Alcor respected Fierceshot's brute force and barbarism to instill fear in his enemies. Fierceshot respected Alcor's professionalism and brute efficiency. They spoke when necessary. Fierceshot returned to his Sabre, Scene One went to the conference room.


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The two Alcor Scenes entered Ange's room. The tinted-orange air surged into the room behind them. Ange was present, wearing her filtration mask as ordered. Both men approached her to grab her arms to lead her out of the room. That's when Ange struck. As Scene Four reached out his hand to grab her, Ange stabbed with her makeshift dagger at his face. Before the pencil could make contact, Scene Four delivered an earth-shattering uppercut to Ange's chin. Luckily for Ange, she was trained and rolled with the punch. She ended up sprawled on her back, dazed. The two men picked her up between the two of them, and carried her out of the room towards the conference room of the Metropolis.

The two men placed Ange in a seat at the opposite side of a large, circular table surrounded by other seats. Directly in front of her sat a well-built, well-kept, long-haired, bearded man. He sat next to Scene One of Alcor. He showed no signs of hesitation at the sight of Alcor - another rare sight. He spoke with a soft, but firm voice.

"Good day Miss Ange. I'm John Petrucci, leader of the Vagrant Raiders. You are currently on our flagship, the Metropolis. I apologize for the roughness of your journey, but one cannot be too careful when involved in our trade. Here, we can talk in complete secrecy about the Princess and our relationship, away from the prying eyes of... Well, everyone."

Petrucci cleared his throat slightly to allow Ange the chance to reply. Scene One sat with his arms crossed, completely motionless.

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