Safety

"Is that everyone?"

Rachel looks at Dan, busy scuffling the crowd of men and women hurtling up the hill towards a shelter leading into the large castle of the infamous king. Still standing despite all of the hate and prejudice that surrounds it with it's armaments live and kicking in defiance. Their son dammed to house arrest, though it seems he is desperate for leverage. Staging a breakout and creating riots had been nothing but trouble for the current government. The fact that the government allowed him to open a museum within the grounds with half of the profits directed to him is absurd. Nevertheless, they moved on, hiding from the falling bodies smashing into the buildings like a hall of cards.

"Should be! We better get them in quickly, I don't know how long we can last out here..."

He turns to look back at her, watching the skies busy with jets and mechs blunting their efforts with little success. They had been trying to get in contact with their two friends, though they had been unsuccessful. However as the sounds of exploding asphalt flying into the air and live ammunition blared in the deep end of the city. Enough evidence to prove that they barely are holding on.

He looks back towards the crowd, clogging up the entire road. Wandering past the luxurious homes which had been evacuated. Their residents abandoning everything in a heartbeat. Their electricity still on and their door ajar. An extremely tempting means of a quick buck amongst the struggling populace if not for the soldiers standing guard. Taking control almost immediately after being protected from that blast.

"Do you happen to know who created that shield?"

Rachels whispered into his ear. Still worried about speaking too loud and creating fear amongst the terrified civilians. Unable to understand the full situation. Confused and stunned at their bold statements.

"I-I'm unsure. So far, based off what I had received on my phone, no one had admitted it was their actions... I don't think it came from the estranged Code Zero and Team Six either."

He sighs, unsure if she would accept such an answer. Knowing how she hated the lack of communications between the higher-ups and the squads. But even they are admittedly too busy to think about such things at the moment.

"So no leads..."

She looks down, digging her fingernails. Far too agitated to calm down with her bat at the helm. Eager for more tasting.

"AHHHH!!!!"

They turned to their right, noticing Wolf Man holding back an entire platoon of tripod menaces as a child runs away towards her parents. Barely holding together in a crushing spur, broken with his bare hands. Ever since his revival from that shot, Jason had been visibly taxed from his experience under that creature's control. His fur in beast mode slightly damaged from his encounter with his eyelid visibly scarred. None of this mattered to him however, glad he was guarding the secret subway when the weapon struck or the time he nearly got his head torn apart during training as a child if not for that commander with no identity.

"Run along! I got this!"

He continued to crush and tear apart the machines, but the swarm is far too concerning to the rest. Firing the weapon rapidly in succession upon the screams of civilians watching nearby. Rushing forward in a stampede to safety.

"OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I SAID I GOT THIS!"

Jason hollered at the top of his lungs. attracting everyone's attention as they slowed. Uneasily attempting to get towards the gate amongst the busy guards checking their identities. Hoping for calm. As they quickly ushered the rest forward, the two hiding with the crowd were unimpressed. Shaking their heads subtly upon the prideful spectacle. Still the same old Wolf Man from before.

"I have my doubts."

Dan looks at Wolf Man with disappointment. His feet how digging up the asphalt. Attempting to trip him upon his continuous crushing of metal clunkers. Filled with once respected and ignored alien life who attempted to find the reason to their meaning. Just like them. He sneered, pushed back further without resolve. His fur skin is hardly taking the hit of their super-powered weapon. A weapon that would eviscerate him if he was a human. Perhaps he was thinking of them too lightly.

As he attempts to push them back, he hearing loud live ammunition slamming into the front of the other machines. Lightening the load burdened on his already stiff legs.

"About time!"

His distractor immediately got to work, pushing upon with a large burst of energy, tearing apart the machine amongst the aliens which squealed. He had no qualms about killing others unlike his peers. But the sound of helpless creatures he is forced to kill is making him really uncomfortable. He quickly did the deed. Ignoring the questionable stares from onlookers who continued their advance. Hopeful their sorrows were quick and painless. He looks back, looking for the distractor. Though as he peered across the mangled machines, all he can see is a black Mercedes Benz with it's sunroof opened. Revealing a turret that seemed to be hastily carried along in the back seat. Possibly taken from the armoury.

It's metal bars glimmered in the sunlight amid the smoke. Hiding the heavily modified metallic plastic that once prevented it from firing. Overheating upon white smoke. Wires messily connected towards the back of the machine possibly from an electrical generator. Still charging the weapon with electricity. Hiding the large ammo box within the small railgun. At the helm, Alfred, staring upon the alien creatures whom watched on in confusion.

"Is he stupid? Doing it all by himself."

He growled, attempting to rush to his aid out of fear of his own safety. Immediately grabbing a flaming piece from the wreck he made and charging at speed towards him. Only to be halted by the man on the mike. His face hardly sweaty, all comfy with his black coat and loafers. Although within his glasses, he could sense the same disappointment of slaughter within him. Behind him, four armoured trucks fired from the side lines. Beefed with missiles of the latest technology and a similar railgun. Gunning about as if they were there for sport. Though he can't be sure with their murdered out paint job and tinted small windows.

"I am plenty fine here! Just ensure no one harms those civilians!"

He points his fingers at him and twitched about, urging him back with a blank expression. Watching his feet as the vehicle immediately did a J-turn all without the inputs of the driver. Silently leaving with the armoured vehicles. Ignoring the remnants of burnt corpses and metal scrap that littered the street.

"What a klutz..."

He turns back towards the moving crowd, looking back at the castle with disappointment and discouragement even with their deaths and destruction. A unignorably sore injury in their past.

"Are you worried sir?"

The butler pats Sebastian on the back, watching from the top of the building amongst the many air battles that took place. Unfazed by the potential attacks from above. Though as the subtle breeze cleared the stiff air in the stairwell. He couldn't help but feel sad for the child. Always looking out by the window into the night sky. Hoping he would be noticed.

"No. Are you?"

He looks back him, tired and frustrated from the rush of preparation he had to do. The shelter at the castle was supposed to be designed to survive ten hydrogen bombs with it's own power, food and water. The only problem was how it hadn't been running since the end of the war. Left to immediately hire workers to rush in and patch things up. Even up till this moment. Yet, he feels a strange sense of disappointment he faced lately. Unjustifiably anxious.

"No..."

He looks away from the man. Hiding his sighs and thoughts at his useless plight.

"Why are you thinking about? Butler?"

He looks away, watching the missiles launch from the ground as he questioned his silence. Unsure to speak of his newfound tense behaviour he once saw when he was out of sight during the war.

"No nothing, just that as a pilot before, I feel obliged to protect this heirloom. If it is possible, may I request..."

He stammered, watching the man turn to face him with confusion and doubt. Perhaps the request had been all too sudden. Too much for a man trying to play the winning card. A man that would go through loopholes and do anything to gain even as a child. He hid beneath his breath, biding his time. Watching as a rocket prevented any attempts from the alien forces. Still stuck despite the difference in firepower. A rocket of his own creation.

"Go... No one is stopping you. Besides I am fine on my own, you made a promise to him after all. Didn't you?"

With a silent nod. He takes a graceful bow, wandering down the stairs silently. Sebastian sighed. He couldn't tell for what had happened to him, but he must be really anxious to prove himself once again. Just like the knight he used to be in his prime.

"It's difficult for leopards to change their spots huh?"