Chapter 1.3
CHAPTER 1.3:
THE CHASE BEGINS
Standing together in a daze, the rebels felt shivers running down thir spines.
The beginning retreating, a instinctively action to them from years of running just like a extra sense.
The voice was familiar to them, belonging to someone who they have always feared as one of their worst enemies.
Now there he stood, a middle-aged man in a butler's suit, his face covered by a metal mask and his eyes nothing but two glowing metal balls.
[M.M. Leventia, EWV's chief of execution]
Looking at their enemy in fear, the rebels felt death encroaching towards them, coming closer step by step.
On the other hand, The half-metal men showed absolute confidence, walking forward in leasure.
"Now give back that data. Then maybe you will get a quick de–"
However not everyone is patient enough to listen to his words.
Glaive dashes forward, his fist winding as he punched and sent the man flying like a ragdoll.
Or rather expected it but what happened was beyond his expectations.
"Ohh! Looks like the rebel insects got some new recruits."
The man didn't bulge, his body as stationary as a pillar. The punch didn't even shift the wind.
"A converter." Glaive realised his enemy's power, yet he didn't panic. "Finally someone decent!!"
His eye shifted again, his body bulked up with muscle and as he smiled like a demon, he punched again.
"AFTER-SHOCK"
The punch dug deeper, the man's stomach caving in as he felt the overwhelming force behind the attack.
He was unable to convert it all, his stockpile filled beyond his limit as he flew away.
Glaive turned to the rebels, his fist a bloody mess as blood flowed down his knuckles.
" RUN! " He screamed at them, his fist joining together as he slammed them down.
The building shook, only to immediately begin crumbling like a jenga block as the foundation collapsed.
Glaive didn't give damn about the other residents, they were all either druggies who killed for money or thieves that ran away with people's hopes.
Why did their lives matter to him? It's their fault for lazying around when he trained himself.
In the world, being weak is a sin but- staying weaker despite having opportunities is the biggest sin.
The building collapses floor by floor, each collapse taking the lives but the process didn't matter to Glaive.
Reaching the ground floor after a massive destruction, Glaive leapt out of the rubble.
His clothes were torn, with barely any part of shirt remaining except the one sleeve of his hand.
He moved with efficiency, searching around for the rebels who he found standing across on the other side of the street.
"How did those morons get there?" He asked himself and soon recieved his answer.
A metal broke through from behind, hitting him in the chest as tried to dodge and was sent flying.
Turning mid-flight, he flipped and landed on his feet as he was sent right beside the rebels.
Clank Clank
One by one, a multitude of humanoid mechs begins cleaning their way through the collapsed building.
They were two stories tall, made fully of metal with a variety of weapons that ranged from guns, flamethrowers or launchers to shields, swords or hammers.
They had wheels on their ankles, probably to move faster on flat places and looked like armored knights/soldiers.
The mechs looked at the group, their sensory eyes locking onto them.
They jumped, leaping out of the rubble and begin running forward as the wheels lowered and became skates for them.
"So.. do we any plan or something?"
"Ohh, we do."
"What is it then? Say it already?!"
"What else?... *Turns around* RUN!!!!"
Leaving the rebels and the mechs in confusion, Glaive begins running towards the mechs like a maniac coming to suicide.
One of the mechriders, a newbie to the job didn't know how to react so he lifted the mech's leg for a kick.
However this was exactly what Glaive wanted as dodged the heavy yet slow kick with ease and begins running up the mech itself.
'the exit the exit the exit...' glaive repeated to himself as he kicked himself away and onto the nearby building.
"Catch me if you can Su****s! Bye!"
The mechriders were baffled, never had they been insulted to such levels. So they moved, most of them too focused on Glaive that they forgot about the rebels.
"Wait!! Where are the rebels?" One of the rebels screamed on the comm as looked for the rebels.
The rebels had slipped away during the chaos.
In a room far beneath the surface, many people sat while looking at the hundreds of screens in front of them.
[EWV military comm center]
Among the hundreds of people, two stood out. One of them a bald old man wearing ordinary clothes and the other was the commander who the rebels had buried in rubble.
"So let me get this straight.. those weaklings, entered out storage, stole our blueprints, and escaped without a scratch?"
" I-i-i am sorry!"
"I don't give a single damn about your sorry. I give you twenty hours, bring me the rebels or give me your life."
"Yes!"
The commander turned and ran, the fear of death looming over her head as she rushed for her mech.
Then a person came, a man in military attire that came and stood beside the old man.
"What?" The old man said in annoyance and glared at the phone the soldier was holding.
The soldier bowed, handing the phone over as he said only one line, "The general is on line."
"Tch,"
The old man took the phone with annoyance and begins talking in a rough voice, "you better have a good reason for this damn call."
«The rebels got a veteran rank evolver.»
"WHAT!?! Who? When?"
"Dunno. Just saw him blast the butler away and then escape from the pursuit squad."
"And you just sat there watching?!"
"I am talling him okay? I need a bonus for this garbage."
"Fine. *Sigh* Send me the coords."
And soon, the comms were changed, their only mission was to eliminate the veteran evolver at all costs.
Meanwhile, sprinting from rooftop to rooftop, Glaive handles the hundreds of drone showering him with bullets.
Throwing metal items, taking cover, hiding in the alleys, there was not a single thing he didn't do. But-
'where the heck do I go?'
The question was a stupid one but albeit, who knew such a master of combat hadn't even memorized the basic map of the city.
The city which he has been living in for over 5 years.
Tired and exhausted, he stopped on a roadside and begins praying to a god.
(Note: he's a atheist.)
However as if answering his prayers, a truck comes on the empty road and stopped in front of him.
The truck's gate opened and now there he stood to greet him.
"Get on in. We have a train to catch."
Swan extended his hands to help his new partner up.
However Glaive just scoffed and leapt in himself.
Then leaving everything behind, the truck resumed to its destination.
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