At the head of the caravan Chris DeWitt was nervous. This wasn't the first time that he had run point. This wasn't the first time he'd been involved with smuggling. But tonight was different. This wasn't a normal job. No bribes would get them through gates and no smooth talk would appease the roaming Huntsman they might come across. Their cargo was people. Faunus really... but still people under the horns and stuff.
The night couldn't have been any creepier either. It was cloudy above and misty below. Far too misty for a normal autumn night on the outskirts of Vale. On top of that their "cargo" was a far too loud. Three of the five had woken up... and were yelling, screaming really, to be let out. Didn't they know what they were messing with? Getting sold to some rich bastard out in the boonies was bad and all... but getting gutted by a 'wulf was worse.
DeWitt glanced back. "Z" was leading the wagon. He was in charge. It made sense for him to get the safe spot in the middle. It still made DeWitt's skin crawl to have his bosses eyes on his back all the time. There were four guards to the left, four to the right, and three watching the rear. Fish was out there somewhere, DeWitt couldn't see him or remember where he'd been told to guard but it was a comfort to know that at least someone would know how to handle it if things went wrong. Somewhere out in the mist he heard a howl. Tense but not as green as the boss wanted to think DeWitt gripped his rifle tightly but presses on. So far there was nothing to really worry about. When you left the cities you'd be bound to fight. He'd done it before, everyone here had. 'Cept maybe the Faunus in the cage. But still something seemed off.
"Hey Z!" DeWitt called back.
"You hear that howl'n?"
Lighting up a cigarette, Ezekiel Bartok blew a ring of smoke out into the night. Nothing like a cool night for some hunting he thought as he heard the howling from afar.
"Quit yer complainin' and keep movin' ferward!" he yelled at Chris who seemed rather fidgety this night. Moving up along the caravan, he came up to the wagon that held the captives. Seeing one of the captives reaching out, crying to be set free, Z moved closer towards him. Hearing the male faunus begging, crying that he would pay them whatever the ransom was so he could be set free, Z took another long puff from his cigarette and blew it out into the faunus' face. Closing his eyes, the faunus let out a cough from the smoke, which was all the time Z needed. Reaching through the bars and grabbing the faunus by the neck, he slammed the faunus' head against the bars, hard, knocking the faunus onto the ground while grabbing his bloody head.
"Any of y'all make another peep, and you'll face more pain than that" he said quietly, glaring dangerously at the other four faunus, which made them all quiet down.
Moving back to his spot in the middle of the caravan, Ezekiel blew another ring of smoke out while resting his freed hand on his weapon. At a glance, his weapon looked to be a simple
great mace. However, what most people didn't know was that it also harbored a 6-shot rocket launcher that could shoot in rapid succession, causing mass destruction to anyone who went up against him. And if that wasn't enough, there was always his semblance, which he almost never had to use. Regardless, Chris' nervousness was unmerited as the chances of them getting ambushed was extremely low at the time of night.
"If Chris complains one more time, I swear...I'm goin' ta break a few of his teeth in" he muttered quietly to himself. With the guards watching each side and Fish somewhere out there scouting the area, there was no chance they would get ambushed without them knowing about it in advance.
A few more gigs like this and I'll be able to retire in style he thought, smiling to himself as the caravan plodded onward.
High above the caravan and above visibility from anyone else, Suntalia held onto the tree she was hiding in. Shivering at the cold breeze that was hitting her from above, she held her position and watched through a looking glass as the caravan made its way towards the forest. Trying hard to not let her teeth chatter from the cold, Suntalia gripped her clothing around her tighter, in hopes that it'll warm her up a bit more.
One of the guys should have a warm blanket or cloak on them...I'll just have to hold out until I then she thought, sniffing a bit from the cold.
Checking Firestorm as well as Dynami and Areti, she made sure that each of them were ready for combat. The mission was simple: wait until Rye gives the word, then subdue the enemy. Rye made it very clear that he didn't want any casualties, which Suntalia agreed with his thinking. She wasn't for the idea of killing other humans, but would if it meant protecting her teammates. Hopefully it wouldn't have to come to that point though.
Pulling her Scroll out briefly, Suntalia fidgeted with it as she sent a message to the rest of her team.
The enemy caravan is almost at where you guys are at. Looks like thirteen or so of them. A quick ambush should be enough to catch all of them off guard. Just give me the word, Rye Rye, and I'll attack. Also...one of you owes me a blanket or cloak when I get back. It's freezing up here! Laughing lightly to herself, she focused her thoughts on the mission again and waited for Rye's signal to attack.
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