[h3]Chapter 1.3 | Saturday Morning | Silos[/h3][hr]
Handpicked; the word had been going through Ely’s head since he withdrew from the city’s plaza. He was confident in his abilities but not confident to the point to justify him being handpicked for anything, at least in his mind. It was what he thought about has he drove the distance from the plaza to the silos, careful not to leave his vehicle anywhere in the archaic society they lived in. Sure, there was order but there was always the chance for a slip up – he didn’t want to be victimized if there was. It made him cautious in the city and even more so outside of the city’s limits. As it were though, Ambrosia was his home and his father was one of the order keepers here, so he put some merit in the police’s ability to keep said order.

Ely pulled up to the silos, his music soft before it faded away as his engine died. He looked over the scene. There were already a group of people there but he wasn’t sure just how many others there would be. It kept away the guilt of being late and instead let him focus on figuring out why he was picked to spearhead this grandiose notion to expand the city and west coast civilization as a whole.

With a foot hanging out the open door, Ely pressed the button upon on his dashboard to lift up the hatchback. Stepping out, he rounded the side of his vehicle to the back and grabbed the gleaming half-spear and the backpack, draping it over one of his shoulders. He stuck the butt of the spear in the ground and reached up to close the back. When it clicked satisfyingly he went back around to the front and locked it up, closing the driver’s door now before venturing towards the rest of the gathering party.

There, he was told that he wasn’t just a ‘schmuck’ and he, along with the others, were picked by Omega and Banjo to lead the efforts. Next, he was vaguely introduced to who he was going to be working with. It was almost too hard for Ely to wrap his head around it all, knowing that it was tasked to them to put humanity back on the map of the world and they would be memorialized because of it, so long as they did a satisfactory job.

 “No pressure,” he whispered under his breath following Erik’s louder statement.

Again, he thrust the butt of the spear into the ground and put his backpack on properly before he retook the weapon in his hand, holding it off to the side like a walking stick. The person who intrigued him the most was Arwan and her gigantic cat. He had never seen anything like it, at least this up close. He wasn’t that far from it, a few feet, and it made him hope she had a good hold on the beast. Arwan herself was admirable if she was able to tame that thing, and by how docile it looked, Ely couldn’t doubt it or her ability.

As it were, he stood there patiently waiting for the next course of action, the next instruction. He couldn’t lie and say his insides weren’t fluttering with nervousness. They were; the unknown was a scary place and he was being weighed down with a crazy new amount of pressure. Again, no pressure, he reminded himself mockingly.