Aragon takes off his cap to finish his last shift today.
On the TV nearby, a woman can be heard talking.
-Tensions rise as England's intentions for reclaiming rise. Multiple statements from the first commanders and even the leader of the military concern the public, as it seems a war is inevitable.-
He turns off the TV and heads to the back.
"Hey, boss, I quit."
The old man sitting on the chair looks straight at Aragon.
"Sigh... I guess it was inevitable. I wish you luck, Aragon."
Opening the front door, he waves goodbye.
"Thank you for everything, old man. I might visit in the future, so don't worry about missing me."
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Aragon walks outside, scanning the area as if searching for something. The moon shines bright, allowing him to see through the dark parts of the poor district.
'How do I go about finding their base... At least it should be around this area.'
Looking around, he sees the miserable state of the area he is in, with multiple people lying on the streets. So many houses that looked as if they were abandoned are connected to each other, like a small and ugly version of the massive, beautiful skyscrapers located in the middle of the city.
Trash all around, multiple signs and papers lay on the walls. Barely visible.
-Death to the Queen-
-Imperfects are not made to rule!-
-God save us-
Ignoring all the stares from the poor people of the area. Aragon's eyes lock onto a nightclub.
He heads inside, suddenly being pushed by one of the security guards at the entrance, but he doesn't budge.
With a confused face, the security guard asks.
"Identification?"
Aragon shows him his ID through his holowrist, looking at it for a few seconds, the security guard signals to continue.
'Everybody in the area knows about the gang that runs this place. Gotta try to get the location of a mercenary base through them.'
Walking through the busy nightclub, he pushes multiple people until he finally reaches another two security guards guarding the VIP area.
'That's the only way I'll find their location, unless it's somewhere on the web. But I doubt it, those people are very secretive.'
The security guards stand in Aragon's way.
"What do you need boy?, You can't be here. Scram before you get kicked out."
Aragon points towards the door.
"I need to talk with the gang leader."
The security guard looks at him confused.
"You got balls, I'll give you that. But it seems you're searching in the wrong place. Get out."
Aragon stays in his place, ignoring the man's words, he simply tries to walk past him. The security tries to stop him, however, his efforts are futile as the security guard is simply dragged by Aragon walking.
"What the..."
Aragon opens the door, taking off the man's hand, he calmly walks past all the VIP customers. Passing through another double door, he heads to the second floor.
There, he finds the different gang members sitting around a round chair. All of them were wearing exotic clothes and tattoos. Surrounded by alcohol and women.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing here."
The gang leader stands in front of Aragon, shrouding him in shadow. Aragon responds, his voice careless.
"I'm trying to find the location of a mercenary base. You wouldn't happen to know about one of them, right?"
The gang leader glances at him for a second, then jumps back to the comfy round chair.
"You got a holowrist? Pull up a map."
Aragon sits in front of him. A blue map appears in front of him, showing his current location. The gang leader starts moving the map, stopping in a nearby forest just outside the city.
"Right there, I could send someone to help you get outside the walls. I wouldn't call them a mercenary group, but they are close enough."
Turning around, Aragon nods his head. The gang leader simply glances at one of the nearby people and signals for him to follow. A woman speaks next to the leader.
"Why are you just letting him go?! he wasn't supposed to be here!"
Looking at her, he responds.
"Just look at him, he's small and skinny. Do you think that if he were normal, he would be able to get past the security guards? It's obvious he's a perfected, and guess what our friends need. Perfected humans. So next time we buy some guns or ask for a favor, guess whose going to have the upper hand."
Snapping his fingers, he barks. Glancing at the nearby security guard
"She thinks I'm stupid. Send her off."
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Aragon and the fat gangster drive towards the wall, silence covering them both. Aragon's voice breaks out.
"So, why was he so supportive?"
The man glances at Aragon for a second.
"He knows you're perfected. The mercenaries will owe us a favor for this."
Aragon looks forward, towards the darkness coming from the wall.
"Makes sense..."
The car suddenly stops, and multiple flashlights point at the car. After a few minutes of inspection, the flashlights turn off, tons of metal sounds moving and scraping the ground can be heard, seconds later, the vehicle starts moving once again, this time the car lights illuminating the destroyed streets.
They were now outside the walls, heading towards the forest nearby. The gangster talks, his voice cold.
"I know you have many questions, keep them to yourself. About these guys, though, they are not really a mercenary group..."
Aragon looks at him, concern tinted on his face.
"Huh?"
The gangster doesn't react.
"They are more like an armed group. They started as a group to take down perfecteds, or may I say imperfects, from the government. As you can see, they failed, and now the group mostly sells drugs and guns to fund their operations. And it is mostly run by a bunch of money-hungry idiots."
The trees start surrounding the car. Aragon talks, the concern gone.
"As soon as they pay me, I don't really care."
Smiling, the gangster glances at him.
"That's the spirit."
The car comes to a stop.
"This is as far as I can go. Good luck, little man."
Opening the door, Aragon shares his last word.
"Whatever."