"Yeah, That's the reason." Reddo stated with a blush while being a little embarrassed. "I hope your right about him Angelo. I'm not saying I don't trust your judgment but Eddy gives me a sketchy feeling." She commented as Angelo chuckled a bit noticing her embarrassment from his previous comment.

After talking for a bit Angelo walked away from Her. Reddo Sat a little while and decided she wanted some fresh air. She took a deep breath in her nose and exhaled out her mouth. She bounced off the stool and gave her legs a stretch. Walking out the door she spotted Ed walking to his motorcycle. Reddo walked up to him and stated, "Don't ever wake me up again, please. Also please isn't a word I use often so cherish it Eddy."

"Yeah, I got you." He said with a wave of his hand while getting something from the small box under the seat of his motorcycle. Reddo watched Ed pace back inside, not even looking at her.

Ass Reddo thought. She then leaned up against the wall of the hideout taking in the cool morning air. She pulled a cherry sucker out of her pocket, unwrapped it and stuck it in her mouth. She watched the sun rise a bit more as people began to get out onto the streets and go to work. Reddo Watched a couple more people walk past as a man bumped into her. "Watch it!" She yelled checking her pockets to make sure he didn't take anything. Luckily for the man there was nothing gone.

After a while she went back inside and waited for the next orders to come from Angelo. She just wanted to leave the hideout.

Alex walked away, mentally counting down while tracking position in his head, at least until he was out of sight of Carton. Once he was, he moved into action, bursting into a run, his Justicar garb giving him right of way in comparison to, well, pretty much everyone. And he had to hurry, though he didn't know it. At the time, his motion was simply for the sake of making sure Carton didn't escape despite his attempts. Even if it involved barging into a restaurant to appropriate their sink for the long since dried mist on him.

"Excuse me," he said authoritatively as he moved into the kitchen, opening the faucet with cold water and dipping his face beneath to let the cool water wash over him. At that moment, Cole hit the trigger, and the mist caught alight in a burning, angry fire. It clawed at him, burned where the water had yet to reach, eliciting pained cries from the Justicar's lips as he twisted in motion, trying to douse the flames in the water. It didn't help that his front was on fire either, though the armor he wore helped there.

At last he pulled away, batting out what remnants of the flames lingered with a towel, though it earned him spots of pain from the wounds he had incurred, ash and flaking, burned skin staining the once clean towel. It hurt to breathe, to move, but he shed his garb and the others nearby helped him to stamp it out. It was there he decided to park it, figuring that an ambulance would show up for him soon. So he tried to not move and waited, battling the pain that coursed through him. Now he knew, Carton could not be trusted, and the next time, he would be ready for it.

Looking in confusion of the direction which the man that had pushed her over had run, her attention was called back to a voice in front of her. A pale, dark haired man of gold stood before her and offered her up. She stared up at him with a small blush at how kind and... handsome this knight was. It was like out of a manga or something. She attempted to play the part of a brave heroine, someone who could brush off her mild pain like it was nothing. Instead all she could manage was a stammered squeak.

"Th....Thank you..." She grabbed onto his hand and allowed him to hoist her up. Blushing a little still and sorely rubbing the painful spot on her chest, she listened to what he had to say. Be safe... Terrorists... Thought she couldn't comprehend the gravity of the situation due to the *ahem* glorious flowing locks of the beautiful man in front of her, it was when he pulled away that things began to register. "Wait!" She called as the man pulled away. "I... I did see him. He ... um, bumped into me." She pointed in the direction the hurried man had left. "He went down there..."

She couldn't tell if the man had heard her or not, and instead of trying again, she looked to the citadel. If they were under attack... then the Jester....

Without wasting another moment she began to book it for the citadel, more determined than ever to make sure no one was hurt. It's not like she could do much, but she wanted to know that... well... wanted to know what? It didn't matter, she guessed. She simply needed to be there. She could feel it. Evie thought back to the man and the woman she'd passed, that had helped her. Could it be... they were the Knights of Ragnarok? She'd only seen photos of them in school; even though it wasn't like the knights were in hiding. That man... was so.. heroic... Her eyes glazed over and the familiar hunger welled in her heart as her feet pounded the pavement up to the Citadel, not noticing a large shadow passing overhead. She wanted that. To be like them, the Knights. She wanted to be more. To be anything but the already established identity of the boring, depressed, fangirl of Evie Rul.

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Yggdrasil nodded, his angel already in flight and out the door, her grand shadow passing many on the street as she searched for Midgard and Niflheim. He looked to the main chamber before looking at Asgard, and nodding. He walked up to the grand doors and paused.

"Yuki," He began in his usual quiet voice. "There's something... I need to ask you." He knelt his head down, his platinum blonde hair falling in his face a bit and darkening it. "If you had the chance... to go back and not become a knight of Ragnarok.... Would you have taken it?"

midgard snarled at the silence now, he was moving through the halls and rooms of the building. He was angry that again this cur fled and escaped capture. He growls again and kicks one of the walls down. He walks out of the building and pus his helm back on. He took a deep breath and easily placing the point of his blade almost four inches deep into the ground, he rested both hands on it's pommel and took three deep calming breaths. He was aggravated....that was an understatement, but it did him no good here. He got on comm with Nifleheim

"Did you find anything? I've got nothing here, unless he went up again but that would only have led him to get trapped on the roof by your pets."Midgard looked around again, the girl that had called after him had run off, good, innocent people shouldn't have to get hurt by these terrorists. He kept scanning the people, hoping the bastard had just slipped out of the building and had been hoping the crowd would hide him...something that wouldn't be easy as Midgard almost towered over everyone in his armor, being 6'2 outside of it had it's advantages. He sighs "I think I'll head back, Nifleheim if you want to send your drones on a cursory sweep be my guest, I'm going to give a report back to the Superior and the others." He clicks off his comm and sighs, again easily pulling the blade out of the ground he sets it against his back, the blade resting there without a sheath, he starts heading back to the Citadel. He then opens his comm again "Asgard, Yggdrasil it was a no go, he fled and escaped within the crowd and maybe through an abandoned building. I'm heading back to give a full report...bastard leveled an entire building to try and stop me, almost got a lot of people killed, we need to find him." His anger at the stupidity of the Librarian's actions evident in his voice, trying to sacrifice innocents to save himself with such a merciless act. Midgard would not allow the man to escape again.

"Oi, Thomas, you ready for round three?"

Thomas was lying on the floor, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. He looked up at Allen Wright, an Observer Division member and his specially assigned teacher, who stood over him. Hands on his hips, Allen was trying to appear perfectly fine, but it was clear he was just as exhausted as Thomas.

"Yeah," Thomas answered, picking himself up off the ground. "Let's see if I can go three-for-three today."

Allen grinned, proud of his student. "I don't plan on letting that happen. I've got a reputation to uphold, after all," he said, motioning towards the small crowd that was gathered on the observation deck.

Thomas' and Allen's after-school spars had become something of an event at the Academy over the past three years, and as a result, Thomas himself had become a small celebrity.

Thomas snorted softly to himself. 'Celebrity' wasn't quite the word he'd use. He was well known, but few people actually spoke to him. His guess was that everyone was too scared of him. And why shouldn't they be? His tome turned him into a volatile, destructive weapon. It turned him into something that was barely human.

Allen made his way to the other end of the room, before turning to face Thomas. "Here we go!" He announced, while pulling out his Tome. It transformed into a massive hammer that seemed ridiculously heavy. Despite it's appearance, Allen could wield it as though it was no heavier than a feather.

Thomas' own Tome transformed into a black mask, which he then put on. As it stretched and grew to cover him completely, the crowd of students perked up, many of them craning their necks to get a better view.

"How about we put on a show for them?" his Tome said to him.

"Of course, Samoht. I've never been one to disappoint." Thomas replied to the strange voice.

Allen opened his mouth to say something, but before he could make any sort of sound Thomas had covered the distance between them and had punched him hard in the gut. Allen flew back a few feet, rolling backwards into his fall to swiftly get back up to his feet.

"I forgot," he said, smiling. "You don't like wasting time when you wear that thing." If it hadn't been for the flexible armor Allen wore beneath his clothing, the punch would have had him coughing up blood and bile.

Thomas made another fast dash towards his teacher, but this time Allen was ready. He threw his hammer at Thomas, forcing him to jump to get out of the way. The hammer reappeared in Allen's hands, and he jumped up, swinging at the mid-air Thomas.

Unable to dodge, Thomas' black body armor automatically stretched and morphed to create a circular shield to take the brunt of the hammer's blow. Thomas was sent sailing, gasping for air as he landed on all fours. Wasting no time, he charged his foe again. Allen tried the same trick, throwing his hammer at his student to get him off balance, but this time Thomas slid under the Tome head first. Once the hammer had passed him, he picked himself up onto all fours, pushing hard with his legs to send himself rocketing towards Allen.

Allen's eyes widened, and he teleported his hammer back to him in a panic. He was too slow, however, and Thomas was on him before he could swing. The student grappled the teacher to the ground and pinned him down. Allen sighed. At such a close range, his large hammer was useless. Unable to use his Tome, he knew he had lost. Again. What made it worse is that he hadn't even lasted two minutes this time.

Despite his disappointment and slight embarrassment at having lost to a boy who was a little over half his age, he couldn't help but smile. Thomas had made an incredible amount of progress since the two had met three years prior.

As Thomas stood back up, Samoht decided to speak again.

"Those children watching us," he said, referring to the small audience. "It'd be fun to give them a memory they would never forget, don't you think?"

Thomas looked over at his fellow students.

"What if we hospitalized one of them, hmm?" Samoht continued. "That'd give them all something to talk about at dinner tonight."

And for a moment, Thomas considered it. The power Samoht had over him was strange and had been a constant source of stress and worry for Thomas. But three years of counseling and mental training had given him the ability to ignore Samoht. Usually.

Shaking his head, Thomas made the armor that covered him recede back towards the black mask. After removing the mask, it transformed back into a black pocket book.

"As much as I'd like to call it a day," Allen said, rubbing his sore neck, "I think we should keep going. Final exams are coming up, after all, and if you don't graduate I'll be in trouble."

"Is there any real danger of that happening?" Thomas replied.

Allen gave a small laugh. "No, I guess not, but the higher marks you score, the better I look."

"It always comes back to you. Selfish old man."

Allen grinned. "Whatever, kid, I'll go get us some food. Go hang out with your friends or something, I'll be back in half an hour." With that, he exited the large room, leaving Thomas alone on the lower floor while the other students stared at him from above. He looked up at them, and a few of them visibly flinched.

He sighed softly. Friends. Right.

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Thomas walked down the hallways of the Academy, looking for anything to do to kill time. A few students ran by him excitedly, talking about an explosion. Interest piqued, Thomas decided to make his way outside, to see if he could find out anything more about it.

A a heavyset teacher stood at the front entrance, blocking the way. A small crowd of students were hanging around, talking to each other uncertainly.

"The hell's going on?" one boy asked loudly. A few other students spoke up too, demanding answers.

"There's been some sort of terrorist attack near here. The perpetrators haven't been caught, so it's to dangerous to wander around," the teacher said firmly. He tended to be considered one of the ruder members of the Academy's faculty, but right now his voice had none of his usual condescension.

The students nervous chatter was multiplied. They were so preoccupied that none of them even seemed to notice Thomas' arrival. He wasn't the one making everyone afraid this time. That was a nice change of pace.

A boy close to Thomas spoke up, addressing his small group of friends. "Yo, guys, apparently the Citadel is under attack!" he said, staring at his phone. His friends gathered around him, disbelieving.

Thomas pulled out his own phone, checking various news sites to confirm for himself. Dozens of articles and images were already up, and Thomas could only stare at them, barely able to process what he was reading.

He took a seat on a flight of stairs, deciding all he could do was wait and see what would happen.

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As Thomas read yet another article, his phone vibrated, telling him he was receiving a call from Allen.

He answered immediately. "Talk to me, Allen."

"I assume your rude greeting means you're alright?" Allen answered.

"Yeah, I'm fine. No one's allowed leaving the school, though, so I'm stuck here."

"Good. I want you to stay there. Can't risk having my star pupil getting hurt."

Thomas' brow furrowed and he gritted his teeth. "That's bullshit and you know it. If this were happening a month from now I'd be part of the Ultimatum and I'd be in the middle of this conflict."

"Stay where you are Thomas. That's final," Allen said as firmly as he could. "I've been given the call to duty, so I won't be able to communicate with you. Be safe." With that, he hung up.

Staying in the Academy was the smart thing to do, but it isn't what Thomas wanted to do at all. He had been practicing for the last three years. He wanted to see if all that time spent would be worth it when it came to a real fight.

He pulled out his Tome from his back pocket, and opened it to a random page. A small message was written inside.

Go. Escape the Academy and test out your abilities.

The words faded away, and the book morphed into it's mask form. Thomas put it on with no hesitation, his mind made up. As the black armor enveloped him he made his way towards the teacher, who still stood at the door. The man's eyes widened when he saw Thomas using his Tome.

"What do you think you're doing, Reeves?" he said in a mix of anger and fear.

Thomas stopped in front of him and stared him dead in the eyes. When wearing his Tome, Thomas' eyes were empty and white, and as the teacher was discovering, they were fairly unsettling.

"I-I'll get you expelled for this," the teacher said, attempting to sound in command but failing.

"If he doesn't get out of our way in the next few seconds, kill him," Samoht said. "You'd be doing the Academy a favor by ridding them of this pig."

To Thomas' horror, he felt the urge to do just that. He struggled to fight back the violent thoughts.

"Move," he said to the teacher, his voice a guttural growl thanks to his Tome.

The man's face paled and he stepped away, leaving Thomas free to exit the building. He took a quick look over his shoulder, seeing the crowd of students staring at him. That little event would do nothing to help his reputation, but in this moment he didn't really care.

He began to run towards the Citadel. Barely a minute passed before he felt his body being rocked by a nearby explosion. Pausing, he looked around to find the source. After quickly checking his immediate surroundings and seeing nothing, he decided to get to higher ground. He sprinted towards a nearby building and jumped, running into the wall with his legs with enough force to break the brick and give him improvised footholds. Next he cracked the wall with his hands, and began to quickly scale the building in this manner.

He reached the top and pulled himself up. An unbelievable amount of smoke billowed out of a burning building in the distance. Near it were two other smaller pillars of smoke.

Even in his near-feral state, the sight cause Thomas to pause in disbelief. In the morning it had seemed like the day would be just like any other. Now, however, it was clear that it wasn't a normal day. From the size of the explosions, there had to have been many people who were injured or dead. Thomas considered making his way over to see if he could help rescue anyone from the wreckage, but decided against it. He would likely become part of the Observer Division in a month's time. That meant his job would be to protect the Superior, who would most likely be at the Citadel.

Turning away from the destruction, he used the strength his Tome gave him to leap from building to building, avoiding the confusion and panic on the streets. It also helped keep him out of the sight of official personnel, though he still had to be careful. The number of soldiers continued to increase the closer he got to the Citadel, forcing him to move more slowly and quietly.

He noticed a figure on the roof of the Citadel, causing him to come to a stop and squint. What the hell was the person doing?

"We should investigate, Thomas." Samoht said.

Thomas, of course, agreed. Going onto the roof of the Citadel would probably mean that Thomas would be breaking a law or two, but that just meant that the other person on it's roof was even more suspicious.

He moved as stealthily as he could, deciding to observe the man for a bit before making a move, as he had no idea what the guy was actually doing.

"Would I have taken it all...back?"

Yuki repeated his words aloud as she paused to answer his question. Would she? This power, this control...it wasn't always like this. She remembered a time long ago before the Forever War, before the Great Beast, and before the Ultimatum. When the World was still divided. Her inner conscious mentally transported her to a small and humble home with wooden flooring. A young and innocent girl. She didn't mean to see the neighbors do...that. Whatever that crime was...it involved blood. She knew what they did was wrong...and so she told Mommy and Daddy.

She rembered how proud they were of her. How they told her she had done the adult thing. The right thing. The police were due to arrive shortly. Yuki was happy that she actually did something of value. But the World is cruel. People are no different. The guilty neighbors stormed the house and burned everything. Burned it all down. Her house, her toys, her parents...she hid under the bed as the butchered screams of her Mommy and Daddy echoed against the walls. When the authorities finally dug out her charred body, they told her that the neighbors had fled the scene.

They were never caught.

Justice and freedom. How people abused such power. Perhaps that was why she became Asgard, eternal Crimson Knight. Perhaps that was why her Tome continued to burn and symbolize the fires of grief. Having realized her abrubt silence, Yuki blinked out of her daze and stared back at the Platinum Knight. Even now it still hurt to think of them....she bit her lip and steeled herself to keep from breaking down right then and there.

"Ace. You already know my story. I will always choose to become Asgard. Those who break the law or bend it to their own needs....they are lower than trash." She hissed out the final words bitterly as thoughts of the Librarian and his inconsiderate rebellion angered her. "Now then." She motioned towards the chamber door. "After you." Her tone indicated that she was done discussing the past for now.

High above them on the rooftop, the Jester narrowed his crimson eyes as the man with hate in his heart approached him without notice. How interesting. Phasing out completely from his viewing spot, the masked man decended gracefully downward, landing right in front of a certain intruder.

"You seem to have a hobby for burning things down Cole Carton." He swept one arm to show the man the result of his actions as a good portion of the city was only now finally being doused of its flames. "I have two questions for you Cole Carton. First and foremost, by what business do you have here? Have you come to pay your respects to your almighty Superior in person?"

In a flickering flash, the Magix Man appeared behind Cole and placed a palm atop his shoulder. "Or, have you come to visit me? Surely that option would prove to be more....interesting." He leaned in close to lock eyes with Cole. "As a fellow madman, perhaps our destinies are not so different, yes?" Jester backed of now as he placed his hands in the pockets of his coat.

"Ah, but regardless of your answer, I'm afraid the second question requires a faster judgement as it could decide a great number of things. Tell me Cole Carton...how do you plan on dealing with that child over there?" Jester turned his masked gaze to the far right, his crimson eyes shining as he saw said child from even here. A boy clad in some sort of black armor. What a fascinating Tome.

"Well? Come out now. There's no need to be shy Thomas Reeves." He then glanced down below at a certain dark haired girl running towards the Citadel, his eyes lingering just a moment longer. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, my dear Evie."

Angelo had walked back to his chair once he finished talking with redo needing to think about their next plan, what they needed were those weapons that Edward promised so they could see about taking on the more dangerous battles head on. Angelo knew that with his forces they wouldn't do well against say an armory or one of the ultimatums garages that they used for their police forces. What Angelo needed the librarians to do was to show that the ultimatum wasn't the answer and they shouldn't look up to them, but with the Liberians looking like terrorist to the ultimatum and their smear campaign they couldn't exactly say they were the better choice either. What they needed was information on anything from incriminating things to use for their own smear campaign or a weapon shipment that would come by just something would help steer the group in a larger direction. he looked over to see redo and he decided to use what would trick any man....any straight man at least. "oh redo I have a job for you" Angelo said in a melody like tone hearing a few laughs from the other librarians nearby as I called her over

"Yeah Angelo, what is it?" Reddo asked while walking back inside. Angelo looked happy as he strolled over to Reddo. She glared at the men laughing and they immediately stopped. "What do you need Angelo? Does somebody need to die, does something need destroyed? Because, I'll do anything to get out of this building full of dudes." The stink of sweat and body odor was annoying her.

"I need you to get some information." Angelo spoke softly with a grin.

"You know info isn't my strong suit but I'll try." Reddo said with a shrug. "And how will I be getting this information?" All Angelo gave was a wink as Reddo looked confused with his response.

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"I can't believe you're making me do this Angelo. You owe me big time." Reddo said stepping out of her room in Black high heeled boots that went up to her knees. She wore the same short shorts she normal wore and shirt showed her belly button. The shirt was black and also showed a lot of cleavage. The perfect hooker out fit. Reddo was wearing a lot of makeup to make her look like a whore so to say, at least her hair was the same and she was thankful for that. A couple people whistled as she walked out of her room and her only response was, "If I ever find out who did that they're in serious trouble."She yelled it of course and people began to laugh as their eyes found the people that did the whistles.

"It's perfect, Don't worry about it. With this you'll be getting tons of lonely solderers and they are bound to have info on weapon shipments and other supplies. ."

"Whatever, what should I do with them once they served they're purpose? We don't want them to track me down and put an end to this "Little game"". Reddo spoke sarcastically.

Angelo stifled a laugh as he looked at her in the perfect hooker outfit "now its time to use those feminine charms of yours. and your overconfident nature might actually work in your favor. if you find any actual info then ill owe you" Angelo said as he waited for her to finish asking what to do about the bodies and Angelo said "if push comes to shove send them off happy with a good view" Angelo winked laughing a little meaning that if she had to kill a soldier or two then she could give them a flash of her jugs before the flash of a gun or knife. "remember though redo you need to avoid killing them cause bodies wont be easy to cover up. just get the information try to make them drunk then get them talking if not then send them off happy. im counting on you" Angelo said smiling patting her back encouragingly. even though Angelo and redo ripped on eachother from time to time Angelo still thought of redo as a faithful friend then Angelo decided to give her one last rip before she left "also if you don't come back with information this time your going to be forced to wear that all day" Angelo warned as the guys wooed at the idea as Angelo went to sit down in his recliner again

Ed stood on the corner between 14th st. and knights av. he checked his phone for the time. 1:30 'they should be here by now' he thought. just as he was thanking that a large black SUV pulled. a man got out with a trash bag and went over to the dumpster 10 ft. away from Ed and placed the trash bag inside and picking up the brown paper sack that Ed had placed in there. then the man entered the SUV once again and pulled out with out saying anything. Ed sat for 10 min. then strolled over and pulled out the trash bag. witch he quickly looked inside and took a count everything was there and still new in the box he smiled perfect black market deal.
he made it back to the hide out and passed up reddo on her way out. she looked like a hooker, he might have found this funny if he didn't have such a calm personality instead he thought 'we must be pretty tight for money if Angelo is sending out hookers'. witch made him glad he had not asked Angelo to pay for the shipment, he had thought about it before realizing that now that he was part of the group everything he had was now theirs and he liked this, he didn't have to be on his own anymore.
he found Angelo asap and said "we need to talk, in a not so public area". Angelo led him in to a room that was empty except for a table.
"now what do you need to talk about" Angelo said "and why in here"
"i just didn't want all your men to calling dibs and such"
"dips on what" Angelo looked confused.
Ed reached his hand in the trash bag and pulled out the 1st box witch was in a cube shape "in here" Ed pored out the continence in to the table. "are 35 of the SD-mini-12, they are small pistols that can be carried in your pocket but the cool than about them is that are really a single shot shotgun. they kick like a bitch but can tear your enemy in half, but........ there effective range in only 10 ft." he pulled out the next box and pored out pistols. " these are 9 of the Glock 37 with holster extra clip and silencer, they can be switched between fully and semi-auto but it might take a few shots to kill a guy and they have about 30 feet of range 20 with the silencer." Ed took a deep berth and pulled out the next 2 boxes and pulled out the guns. "the 2 right here are the SCAR H12 they are old tec. but still one of the better assault rifles, they are military grade but since they are no longer issue they can be stolen and no one will notice. they can not be concealed and are louder than gods revolver but will mow down a group of people in a flash." Ed pulled out the next gun slowly, he unboxed it with extrema care. this one almost cost more than all the other guns combined. "and this my friend is the SDV44 Assassin class sniper rifle. this is strictly military and some base somewhere out there in the world is going ape shit crazy looking for it. and it cost me a god damn arm and a leg. but here it is, so give it to your best shot or some one who is willing to trane with it. maybe reddo she seems like she is high on your trust scale and all she has is a knife. but regardless..." ed pored out all the ammo boxes on the table "plenty of ammo for all the guns" then another gun box fell out. he was confused not remembering asking for it, but then he smiled as he remembered. "and i almost forgot, your gun." he pulled out a large revolver with a holster "if you ever fined your self with out your tome, this will make sure we don't go with out a leader. it is a magnum phantom class gold plated with a spin attach scope for long range and iron sights for close, but let me warn you it has a large kick to it..... oh and im sorry i cloud not git guns for all your men but i am flat broke and the black market doses not want to come all the way down here again. but its a start.

Reddo didn't like dressing like a whore but Angelo had a point, we needed weapons and fast. Reddo was waiting outside a bar waiting for the drunk soldiers to come out. After a couple of normal people walked out finally a drunk soldier walked out of the bar, now is the time Reddo thought to herself as she walked up to the soldier. 'Hey big boy. Wanna have a good time?" Reddo said with a wink in the sexiest voice she could make.

'Ya- yes. Please. How- how much is it gonna-" the soldier burped before continuing "-cost me beautiful?"

"Not much. Only a bit of info" Reddo said with a wink while grabbing the poor man's hand as she led him down to the sewer. Reddo led the soldier through the sewer awhile then stopped. She pushed him down on the ground then just sat on top of him. Not in a sexual just sat on his chest. She looked at him and said, "Now before I give you your good time soldier boy you're gonna tell me when your next weapon shipment is coming in, along with your next supply shipment."

"I'll do anything for a good time hu-hu- honey-bun." the soldier slurred as he spoke and gave a drunken smile. Reddo pulled out a piece of paper and pin and began to write as the soldier told her what she wanted to hear. "The next weapon shipment comes in, in uhhhhh about, uhhhhh"

"Spit it out!" Reddo hissed.

"Uhhhh, a day at around 2AM. We don't want those Librarian dickheads to get a hold of them." He said with a smile "There is some really important stuff in that shipment." Reddo wrote it down and the man began to speak again. "The next supply shipment comes in with the weapons, how convenient." Yet again another drunken smile. "Now let's have some fun." He said trying to give Reddo a kiss.

"No. I don't need you anymore. and I think you'll remember this so better safe then sorry." Reddo pulled out the white book she kept in her purse. As soon as she gripped it, it transformed into the shining silver dagger she loved.

"What's tha-" Was all the man got out before the dagger pierced his throat. He gurgled a couple time and then he was gone. Reddo brushed the blood off on his clothes before starting a fire and disposing of the body. Nobody could know.

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As soon as Reddo got back to the hideout she changed, Reddo hated that outfit. As soon as that was done she found Angelo and handed him the note. "I hope that was worth it."

"I hope so too. Do you have any fun with the man?" Angelo asked with a laugh.

"No I didn't. He was to drunk to even realize was happening. I burnt his body, and smashed the bones nobody will find anything. It smell terrible." Reddo said sounding pissed.

"Targeting a drunk. That's smart, and you got rid of the body in a very good way. I'm proud of you. Maybe you should do this more." Angelo said with a wink while waving the files. "And Edward got some guns from the black market. They're good guns but not enough to arm everybody."

"Awesome, I definitely get a gun and I get to pick what it is too. So, none of that you handing me a gun and me having to live with it. I want to pick the gun I want."

"Fine, I don't care" Angelo said with a laugh. "I need to think so leave please."

"Whatever "boss" I'll leave you to you're thoughts." Reddo left the room and went to take a bath and get that burnt body gunk off her.

Angelo nodded to Edward as he picked up the gold magnum and it was very impressive for sure as he opened the reload chamber and spin it before pretending to do a quick reload and fire nodding in approval "its a good gun but believe me if I ever let an enemy get close I would rather have something that would blow them in half" Angelo said referring to the shotgun as he started to wonder how to distribute the guns evenly and to the most skilled of his men since he rather have an expert handling a gun then an idiot wanting to look cool. he then looked up to see redo come back with a file about a weapons shipment coming very soon and Angelo nodded his approval glad he wouldn't need to force redo to wear her whore cloths for a full day although he didn't like how she was so violent with the body but it was necessary so the body wouldn't be traced back to us so it was still a good job. he knew for sure he was going to give redo a gun but he would let her pick considering her tome is a dagger he would think about giving her the sniper just as a way of having both a long range a close quarters combat ability. he then looked to Edward "since we have your guns and if we pull it off guns from this new shipment then we would have enough to arm all of our men to a full fledged army." Angelo said as he picked up his rounds and filled up his magnum before putting on the holster "take a gun Edward you should come so we know what guns are of good quality and what is just bait for us to take"

"Ace. You already know my story. I will always choose to become Asgard. Those who break the law or bend it to their own needs....they are lower than trash." She hissed out the final words bitterly as thoughts of the Librarian and his inconsiderate rebellion angered her. "Now then." She motioned towards the chamber door. "After you." Her tone indicated that she was done discussing the past for now.

There was so many words rising up the back of his throat like bile that he could barely contain it. You don't understand, he wanted to say. I never wanted this... I never wanted to not show my true age. To always be looked at as a hero. I never wanted to be Yggdrasil in the first place. I don't.... But with her dismissive tone, Yuki, The Crimson Knight, had sealed his fate. No words were spoken as he opened the door, his face darkened.

I don't want this to happen. Sachiro... Please...

His thoughts were his own. He guarded his mind, and chose not to let his superior hear his silent begging. Ace was no good, after all, if he wasn't loyal, and vigilant. Every fiber of his being screamed to walk away from this... but his oath made him stay. Till the end of time, his only service, his only remaining reason for living anymore in this twisted world that was once held in the palm of a child was...

"Sachiro." He spoke, standing before his Superior. "We are here. I have received word from Midgard and Nifilheim. They should be here shortly as well."

~

Evie had just come through the doors of the Citadel when a voice made itself known.

"Don't think I've forgotten about you, my dear Evie."

The voice made her stop in her tracks and stare up. There, floating with his messy white hair and face concealed by a mask was the one, the only.

JESSTTTTTERRRRR!!<3

It took everything she had not to squeal in fan-girlish glee. His way of words was something straight out of a fanfic, and he was glorious standing there in the light, surrounded by rubble and debris of once stunning marble columns. She could not, however stop the way her entire face lit up upon seeing him, nor quell her loudly beating heart. Stunned into near immobilization, her cheeks became a rosy pink and she shyly wandered over. She twirled the long bangs covering her eye sheepishly as she got closer. As she did, she noticed the other two, but was completely lost as to who they were. Once again, she attempted to muster up the most casual, relaxed manner of speech she could possible to greet her idol.

"Aaaa....ahhh...." Wait no, that was a squeak. Come on Evie, you can do this. Okay, one more time. Here we go. She cleared her throat.

"Y..you knew w-w-we were coming?" Nailed it. Evie was practically melting on the inside though. She was nearly close enough to touch or at least poke the Jester while she stood beside the much taller man. Her blush only increased too.

"now, when there is a military shipment of anything impotent there is always 2 trucks. one is real the other is empty" Ed said glad his time in the black market had paid off twice now. "there is only one way to tell them apart and that is that since one is heaver it gos slower, but the other is instructed to drive the same speed. so the idea is that you will have to look at there brake lights and witch ever has to brake more often to keep there slow speed is NOT the truck we want." Angelo nodded that he understood so Ed continued. "now as soon as we hit one truck the other is going to gun it to there army buddy's and lead them over to us and we don't want to be there when it happens, so do it as fast as possible. now most boxes have the M-42 in them, that is slandered army issue and they are a piece of shit, if you drop the dudes once they brake and they jam like no other so only take them if you have everything else is accounted for. now what you want to look for is the HH14 Light Combat Rifle it can survive just about anything and they are just a all around grate gun, the next is the M21RB Grande Launcher, after that look for C4, Flack Jacket, and grenades. now it is vary doubtful but if Anybody sees a box that has Assassin class, Centurion class, or Victor class. that means you have a sniper rifle, a mini-gun, or a rocket launcher. but don't git your hopes up they are vary rare. now its time for you to come up with a plan of action"

Angelo nodded patting Edwards back in thanks " I need you to distribute to these people on the list they are the ones that will put your weapons to best of use and to make sure they know they are going to help during this shipment theft. but not before you check in with redo to see what weapons she wants cause she will get the choice" Angelo said as he looked at the files again to figure out a plan to steal the shipment knowing that he had to check for whichever truck was slowest they would have to do that during the heist itself but he checked the route they would be using and he went to the wall to see the map of the area to see where it would be starting and ending. while it would be starting from a safe house outside the city it would be passing checkpoints through its route but their was a blind spot when it would take curb near a large hill, it would be out of site of its next checkpoint even though if they didn't get both cars they would be shot down quickly in under 5 minutes if they scrambled to get to the car then they would screwed so the next option would be near the city checkpoint when it goes through a thick forest which makes the perfect ambush site but the actual city checkpoint was the most fortified so if they didn't do it quick enough the entire city would be on them in a heartbeat making it difficult to get back to the hideout. considering both the options the better one would be the forest route "Edward how long do you think it would take before a checkpoint realizes that their shipment is running late? im thinking of taking both of them so we can have more time to handle the one with the actual guns we need."

Thomas stared from the darkness as the Jester landed right near the first figure. Thomas had, like everyone else, heard dozens of - often conflicting - stories about the mysterious man.

Jester spoke to the first man.

"You seem to have a hobby for burning things down Cole Carton." He swept one arm to show the man the result of his actions as a good portion of the city was only now finally being doused of its flames. "I have two questions for you Cole Carton. First and foremost, by what business do you have here? Have you come to pay your respects to your almighty Superior in person?"

In a flickering flash, the Magix Man appeared behind Cole and placed a palm atop his shoulder. "Or, have you come to visit me? Surely that option would prove to be more....interesting." He leaned in close to lock eyes with Cole. "As a fellow madman, perhaps our destinies are not so different, yes?" Jester backed of now as he placed his hands in the pockets of his coat.

Thomas was taken aback by everything he was seeing and hearing. Not only could Jester apparently teleport, but if he was to be believed, this Cole guy was responsible for the damage that had been done to the city. A single man couldn't possibly do that... unless they used a Tome. If the man held a Tome with that much destructive power and was as mentally unstable as Jester seemed to be suggesting, this situation that Thomas had found himself in could be a little more dangerous than he would have liked.

And things just got stranger.

"Ah, but regardless of your answer, I'm afraid the second question requires a faster judgement as it could decide a great number of things. Tell me Cole Carton...how do you plan on dealing with that child over there? Well? Come out now. There's no need to be shy Thomas Reeves."

Thomas flinched slightly, receding back into his hiding place for a moment. How had the Jester known he was there? And more importantly, how did he know Thomas' name?

"Jester himself told you to show yourself. It would be wise to do so," Samoht said.

Thomas didn't particularly want to get any closer to the two. Jester seemed okay - while not much was known about him, he was the Superior's second-in-command, so he couldn't be a bad person. But the other man, Cole Carton, held too many unknowns. On top of being accused for the explosions in the city by Jester, Thomas knew little about his Tome. Keeping his distance until he could find out what the Tome was sounded like a good idea.

So instead of approaching, he quickly scaled a wall near him, bringing him up to a ledge. He stood so that he could be seen and looked down on the pair with his blank, white eyes.

Only a moment passed before a fourth person joined the party. The girl, who Jester referred to as 'Evie', appeared to be about Thomas' age. She timidly walked over to Jester, her body language clearly showing that the masked man was something of a celebrity crush to her. She made an attempt to speak, which failed quiet spectacularly, causing Thomas to cringe a little.

As Evie made a second attempt at talking - which thankfully went a lot better - Thomas realized that he vaguely recognized her. Putting two and two together, he figured she must be an Academy student that he had seen in the hallways.

“After the truck is 10 min. late they call in on the radio to make sure everything is alright. It is possible if we do it fast enough we can respond. But most of the time there is a code phrase. After they call in they wait 5 min for the truck to respond and if not send out a rescue team. So adding that time to the checking time and response time we have 25 min tops, you thank you can deal with that” Ed said, Angelo nodded. “Alright I will find Reddo and get her suited with a gun”
Ed found Reddo and brought her in to the room with all the guns “take your pick” he said spreading his arms out.

Reddo walked into the room being annoyed with that fact Eddy came and got her. There were guns all over the place and, "Take your pick". Ed said holding his arms out. His arms were filled with some guns. Reddo took one look at the guns in his arms and walked farther back in the room. She looked around for a bit and finally spotted a sniper. Since she already had 2 weapons for close range she needed something for long range too.

"This sniper will do just fin." Reddo announced as she pushed past Ed and back out of the room. Reddo was now waiting for Angelo to give the okay telling her when to get ready for their little heist.

Reddo was ready about 2 hours before anybody else was. Mainly because she just wanted to pick up and leave as soon as the time came. She still didn't know how many people were going with them and in her opinion if there was less people it meant there would be less people to A. Die B. get in the way. That mean they didn't have to worry about bodies and people getting in the way while they were stealing the trucks.

Reddo waited a little while longer then she saw Angelo walking over.

during the two hours Angelo made sure he made a plan for every problem that might happen making plans a-c in case of emergency the main plan was simple it was to grab both trucks and their 25 minute window to get both trucks and take just about everything that would be used either by them or by selling on the market which was why they would be taking Edward with them during the heist itself to make sure they got everything useful. if plan A wouldn't work they would go to plan b and have redo stationed farther down the road to use her sniper to shoot down whatever driver went past them before he could get to the checkpoint to warn the men. if they ran out of options then they would be forced to fight on the road and use as much cover as possible to get all the weapons they could before using a tunnel nearby to head out. once he made sure all the plans were set Angelo walked out and he went over to redo " I need you to be father down the line of the route then the others in case one of the trucks make a run for it, if one does you need to shoot the driver otherwise he will get past and warn them and if its the right truck with our guns it will be a waste." Angelo warned redo making it clear how serious her role was, she was the last line to make sure the plan goes well or not. then he turned to the 20 other guys that had guns and Angelo called out "lets go guys, operation military swipe is underway!" he called out as the others cheered and he waited to make sure Edward and redo followed them down one of the tunnels, every tunnel the librarians had lead somewhere so he let the men head out and use tunnel 46 that would lead outside the city to their ambush area

Ed watched from behind a bush, his tome in his hand. he looked at the time, any second now. he saw head lights coming down the rode. Ed closed his and waited for the sound of the silenced weapons.......... *pop*.......*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*. he opened his eyes, one truck were no longer moving the other was racing at top speed but a few shot from reddo and that was down to. Angelo walked up to the first truck to make sure the men were dead. he reached for the door handle then before he cloud the door snapped open and hit him in the face, dazed he fell on to his butt. there was a solder still alive. the man raised his gun and said "terrorist piece of shit" then there was a gun shot, Ed expected to see Angelo fall but instead the solders head snapped to the side and he fell forward next to Angelo. Ed smiled, it had been Reddo.
Angelo recovered quickly and finished checking the bodes. then he nodded to his crew and they got to work carrying boxsis Ed saying periodically "put that down thats shit" or "git more of that" and taking inventory. it had a lot more than he expected. this was not a piece time shipment. its as if they plan to wage war..... but on who...... maybe they were finally excepting the rebels were something to be worried about. but that didn't matter right now so he turned his attention to what mattered... guns
INVENTORY
-25 HH14 Light Combat Rifles (special forces slandered issue)
-30 .308 hunting rifles (very old tec. used for sniper training but are still affective in real combat)
-30 hunting scopes (for the rifles)
-25 SH44 survive rifles with laser bayonet (used if a air force solder is shot down and has to survive in the wilderness or in enemy tarratory)
-10 officer laser swords
-10 M21RB Grande Launchers
-40 C4 packets
-200 flack jackets
-150 frag grenades
-30 flash grenades
-30 smoke grenades
-1 6-barrel Gatling mini-gun Centurion class