The Investigation

Torrent walked into the chamber hall with other soldiers in attendance. The remaining commanders also sat there. Broken Sword looked calm, but he could feel the tension of the air. Torrent was angry and rightfully so, losing Battle Dragons before the King left. Only to lose Blood Sword while he was gone. He only wishes that he wasn't here and where the king was. But that's not reality and he was deep in trouble unable to figure out where the Ghost Demon was. He tapped the table and stared at all with his helmeted face. "So what information do you have? As small as the population has become you must know something? Or all you sitting upon your asses doing nothing?" he addressed the police captain that looked nervous staring down at this helmet laying upon the table. "Lord Torrent we have tried our best, but I have lost three men to thieves, there has been a few small riots, and all those arrested have been taken to the arena" Torrent sighed. He was annoyed, 'Everyone the King leaves me with are idiots. Why not throw them into the arena and be done with it?' his eyes landed on the Commanders. Next to Broken Sword five other men and one woman. The woman was Commander of the Amazons; Tilla The Spear. She was tall and beautiful but her eyes were cold. She looked fit and strong as she sat surrounded by men she was skilled enough to kill all for underestimating her. She had long chestnut hair braided down her back and was dawned in light bronze armor. Behind her were two other women standing by side two others for each brigade. Next to Tilla was a short fat man with big glasses and a long frowning face resembling a frog. He commanded the Snake Bite brigade; Winslow the Toad. Snake Bites were masters of poisons, chemical, and psychological warfare. Next to him sat a young man with messy short black hair. His face had tattoos upon his face of intricate lines accenting his face. He wore all black minus his fingers and face. His bare fingers looked dipped in black powder. He looked bored and fidgeted in his seat. He seemed unafraid of Torrent which he shared with all in attendance minus the Police Captain who was shaking. He was the leader of the Gunpowder Brigade. His brigade specialized in the Flame element in all its forms. To explosions to create tornadoes of fire they were all made up of mages. They also specialized in alchemy that went hand in hand with gunpowder manufacturing. He was young, but a genius in magic and alchemy his name is Gordon the Bomb. 

Next to Gordon was a middle aged man with greying hair. He had a jagged beard cut to look like spikes upon his cheeks. He wore a uniform and had armor upon his forearms and shoulders. Etched on them were rhinos charging forward. He had long hair dangling freely down his back. He was very tall and wide shouldered. He was Commander John the Batteringram of the Battle Rhinos. His brigade specialized in body cultivation and demolition. Turning all members into breathing tanks. Next to him a greasy looking man with widows peak upon his hairline that was reseeding back. He had bright yellow eyes and looked at Torrent with utter disgust. He wore a red uniform with a flaming dog's head upon his chest. He had black armor upon his shoulders. He had thin features, but gave off a strong aura. He had his arms folded and his posture was leaned back into the chair. He was Commander of the HellHounds; Marcus the Warlock. His brigade was responsible for the psychic Seers. They were spymasters and dabbled in using chaos elements to alter the body. Only those who possess bedlam are allowed in their brigade. Out of all the brigades they were the smallest. 

Torrent looked at Marcus, "And what of the master of whispers, why not use the Seers?" Marcus shook his head "I refuse to keep them from their actual duties. Keeping the gate safe, as you recall the last time we used the Seers to scour the city for this outlaw. You haven't done much Torrent in supporting my men while doing these witch hunts. You control the City Watch. Yet you lick the king's ass more than upholding your duties" he smirked at this comment. Torrent became angry "You will know your place Marcus! Bite your tongue!" Marcus snickered. The man sitting next to him also laughed. He was middle aged and good looking but with dead eyes. He had a cold static smile as he leered at Torrent. He had a buzzed haircut and a tattoo rune wrapped around his neck. 

He was muscular and had runes up and down his arms. He wore light leather armor with a battle axe upon his chest. He was the Commander of the Splitters Brigade; Dreyfus the Giggler. They weren't the strongest, but they were brutal in battle. They specialized in torture and sabotage. "He's not wrong Torrent. You were once in our positions and now you think you outrank us cause you're now the King's Second? Come on? You didn't put the leg work into finding this terrorist. He killed the Battle Dragons and Blood Sword now you expect us to fall in line? You haven't lifted a finger since the King left for an incursion" Torrent slammed his hands down. "I will not have you all be insubordinate! You will fall in line and scour the city in full force! All brigades are to participate! I want him found! NOW!" He screamed. No one looked phased by his outburst. All commanders then stood up and left. Broken Sword walked with two of his men exiting out of the meeting room. Torrent was seething with anger at the disrespect he was shown. 

He could hear them snickering about him down the hall. "I'll show those bastards," he mumbled. Broken Sword on the other hand looked concerned. "So what are we gonna do boss? Are we really gonna raise the people of this city? I have a bad feeling about this?" One of his men stated in a whisper. Broken Sword nodded, "You're not wrong to be discouraged. Last time we did this we killed many and the people turned against us the minute we did it. War Dogs have tried to keep the peace with the residence of this city trying to mend fences" he shook his head in disgust. "But now all that work is about to go up in flames with this new order. Unlike my comrades I can't find myself listening to such an order to find one man" even though Broken Sword had no love for Ghost Demon. He was also allied with him and just because there was no proof to this alliance he was still worried regardless. He was afraid of losing his men, his people, and his family. If they carry out such an order then the people who are left here will rise up. 

When you push a person so much eventually they will snap. And this would in fact poke the bear so to speak. The people were tired, hungry, and above all sick of being pushed down. The king did them no favors with his maniacal control. And he wouldn't even be here to reap the consequences. He had deniability for any actions they took. "So will I be following orders?" Another of his men asked. Broken Sword lost in thought didn't answer. He weighed his options and then looked at his man. "No. I'm not going to listen to that sniveling worm's orders. The War Dogs kill the enemy of the Dread City now. Not its people and I won't have our men stain their hands with blood of the regular folk any longer. We stand down and barricade our district. When we arrive back I want you to gather the men and their families. It's time we made a plan of escape if we must" his men looked relieved to hear him say it. It's true the War Dogs were made up of cutthroats and savage warriors. But they had made a life for themselves in their district. Some even had children and families. They would rather keep them safe over finding some outlaw. But this decision would be the death of the War Dogs. Dread City would also become a casualty of this new order. This city was now a powder keg ready to blow.