I rolled up the map and stuffed it back into my backpack and started to get out of the van before I stopped. After a moment's hesitation, I snatched the map of Russia I threw away just a few minutes before. I photo fluttered out from a fold and I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into my backpack before people could notice. I slung my pack over my shoulder and slid out of the van, knives in hand.
I heard the sirens approaching, getting even louder by the second. Everyone was out and looked ready to take them on, but I still wasn't sure if things would end well.
"If things go south, everyone should probably head to the national forest. We can regroup there," I said loud enough to be heard over the noise. "Or get arrested and spend a few nights with a roof over your head courtesy of the police. Your choice."
I noticed a girl sitting on the hood of the van, holding the...cat from before? It seemed like I had missed some event, because a thin line of blood cut across the girl's neck. I assumed it was Genesis, considering she was a very "knife to the throat" kind of person. Genesis is question was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged it off; lots of people in the group came and went whenever they wanted.
I took stock of the group to see what we had. Everyone was really pumped, especially the younger kids. I sighed. Flashy knives and squealy voices would only do so much. This would most likely escalate into a gunfight, and for the most part all of us had blades. Talk about metaphors.
I found myself thinking about what would happen if we needed a kill shot. The younger ones didn't need that kind of stuff on their conscience— I suddenly realised I was caring and pushed the whole thing out of my mind. I didn't have the luxury to worry about any of them.
I adjusted my chestplate and Genesis seemingly materialized beside me. I had no idea where she had been, and honestly I didn't care. "Good to have you back." I nodded in her direction. She took out her katana and grinned, which was frankly one of the more unsettling things happening at the moment.
"Don't flash your weapons around, that will give them an excuse to shoot." I warned, tucking a knife up my sleeve for safekeepings. I just hoped none of us were about to get shot.
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Call me Ishmael.
Put that thing back where it came from or so help me
Gang: Ishamel and Ishmeal
Narnia is my city.
The strong are not those who show strength in front of us, but those who win battles we know nothing about.