Treaty.

A road leading to an enclosed facility full of industrialized buildings long used was now tranquil, despite its perhaps once bustling quarters. The brick and stone structures down the road leading to the complex were riddled with bullet holes and streaked lines breaking in the concrete road.

A long puddle at the side of a blood-smeared bakery mirrored Miya accompanied by four individuals walking down the avenue.

Loliel stops near the broad metal gates, looking up at the two white sentry towers above her. After a few moments, the two gates start to spread apart allowing them to continue walking.

Adelae, walking a few feet farther behind the group leans over toward Maxim with a hand over her mouth.

“Are we really just letting this stranger walk in with us?” Adelae whispers while eying Miya from behind.

“I’m just going with the flow, mate. But Captain has never been wrong before, so she must know what she’s doing.” Maxim advises.