Post by Aegis Ragnarok on Aug 6, 2014 17:07:07 GMT -6
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the great escape
Stay off the main road. Leaves too many tracks. Too easy to follow. Two hours to the Deadsands, then another day’s march into Hryst and around the desert onto the heavily traveled trading routes. Then pick up her tracks. Aegis had been marching through the bush for hours. Art had told him that a donor had escaped. Aegis had his doubts, originally. Art told him to shut up and listen. Aegis shut up and listened and he saw the records—she was designated K-Z. Scientists always had a way of making your heart feel warm. Anyway, Aegis, you’ve got to pick her up for us. Don’t have to tell you how important she would be to our cause—and her own, really. And I don’t suppose I have to tell you that Aquavia is going to send troops after her. And Aquavia doesn’t use military regulars in the other three sovereign nations.
So Night Raid. Just peachy.
The sun had been high that day, and its heat was caught somewhere between the fauna and the canopy. The humidity was refreshing to Aegis. The air heavy with water gave him a taste of that freeing feeling he felt in the ocean. Still, he had to admit the humidity did make it feel pretty damn hot. He adjusted the large rucksack and the conjoining smaller drawstring bag on his back. The former held sundry items armor, a shotgun, a handgun, respective ammunition and some explosives. The shotgun had been taken apart and was sleeping in its composite pieces while the handgun was kept unloaded, owing to its proximity to the C4. He kept that in a secondary container—not because it would really contain any of a premature blast, but because it made him feel a little better on the inside. The drawstring bag held his personals—Aegis fully expected this mission to last an extended period of time—a couple books, some spare clothes, a pen and paper, and a beacon to use when he found the donor.
The tropics were thick and lush but soon they were thinning out. Closer to the Deadsands the dense rainforests became more arid and less suffocating. Large leafed tropical trees gave way to those more accustomed to temperate weathers and hospitable conditions, and far away through these smaller trees he could see an abrupt break in the tree-line. He began doubling his pace, keeping the main road, well-worn with years of trading and traveling, fifty yards to his left so he had some marker to easily travel by, as well as allowing him to keep an eye out for any travelers that would be passing by. Don’t be too paranoid. Just act natural. No farm-boy trader out this far would know who you were.
Aegis wiped a bead of sweat from his brow—his bandanna had been picking up the slack beforehand. He figured he had two or three hours until dark, so he’d make camp toward the end of the tree line he saw far ahead. Can’t very well make a good camp in the middle of the desert. Too easy to get shot when nothing’s around you.
So Night Raid. Just peachy.
The sun had been high that day, and its heat was caught somewhere between the fauna and the canopy. The humidity was refreshing to Aegis. The air heavy with water gave him a taste of that freeing feeling he felt in the ocean. Still, he had to admit the humidity did make it feel pretty damn hot. He adjusted the large rucksack and the conjoining smaller drawstring bag on his back. The former held sundry items armor, a shotgun, a handgun, respective ammunition and some explosives. The shotgun had been taken apart and was sleeping in its composite pieces while the handgun was kept unloaded, owing to its proximity to the C4. He kept that in a secondary container—not because it would really contain any of a premature blast, but because it made him feel a little better on the inside. The drawstring bag held his personals—Aegis fully expected this mission to last an extended period of time—a couple books, some spare clothes, a pen and paper, and a beacon to use when he found the donor.
The tropics were thick and lush but soon they were thinning out. Closer to the Deadsands the dense rainforests became more arid and less suffocating. Large leafed tropical trees gave way to those more accustomed to temperate weathers and hospitable conditions, and far away through these smaller trees he could see an abrupt break in the tree-line. He began doubling his pace, keeping the main road, well-worn with years of trading and traveling, fifty yards to his left so he had some marker to easily travel by, as well as allowing him to keep an eye out for any travelers that would be passing by. Don’t be too paranoid. Just act natural. No farm-boy trader out this far would know who you were.
Aegis wiped a bead of sweat from his brow—his bandanna had been picking up the slack beforehand. He figured he had two or three hours until dark, so he’d make camp toward the end of the tree line he saw far ahead. Can’t very well make a good camp in the middle of the desert. Too easy to get shot when nothing’s around you.
❖ NOX ❖