"Extortion's a good look on ya Kali," Gerard teased,
"Are all family reunions this exciting?""FUCKING FUUUUUUCK!" Ivan wailed as he half rolled on the ground, clutching at his shot knee.
"Fucking psycho bitch! Hey doc! Doc! She shot my fucking leg!" "Sorry friend," Gerard chuckled, glancing down at the man as he helplessly rolled, wide eyes staring at the collective of WARDENs before him. Almost reluctantly, Gerard pulled a medical kit out of his mist pocket, to at least begin stopping the bleeding.
"If I pump any more Mist into you you're gonna start burning, healing or not." Ivan seethed in pain, ready to start shooting off some vitriol but was immediately silenced by the idea of Silje blowing up his other leg- and by Morden standing over him like some sort of giant. He shrinked immediately from the surrounding WARDENs.
"I-I'm not lying!" The snivelling man swore,
"I'm running shit for your father! They're not on the front lines right now, they're holed up in Dunbarton dealing with some shit."Glancing at the remains of the RV, and it's position on the road, Gerard shot an amused look towards Kalina before glancing back down at the supposed arms runner.
"Dunbarton's back thataway-" Gerard pointed out, perhaps unhelpfully.
"Back the way you came." Ivan's eyes shot back and forth, whether or not he was trying to quickly think of something or genuinely fearful of getting shot was anyone's guess. Eyes glanced at the crates of weapons and materials, then back at the WARDENs.
"T-they're planning a mutiny!" Ivan blurted out,
"They told me to bring them a bunch of untraceable small arms and explosives to the middle of a city! Of course I ran! I'm no traitor!" Gerard grabbed a bunch of the crates and floated them over to the WARDENs truck one at a time, allowing the others to crack them open at their leisure. Sure enough, as Ivan said, the vast majority of the crates were weapons and long term supplies, all unmarked. In total, the crates were enough supplies to arm some twenty or so individuals with rifles, pistols and explosives, along with enough rations and ammo for an extended operation without resupply.
We are short a few weapons ourselves. Gerard's voice echoed across their communications spell, as he picked up a handgun in his hands and flourished them, the weapon disappearing into his mist pocket.
Not to mention, all we really have in the way of supplies are beers and hamburgers. Given our current objectives, think your pops would mind if we got stocked up? "I'm telling you the truth!" Ivan had been whining, though Gerard cut him off.
"If you were running, why'd you bother keeping the supplies? Sure you're not selling them to a better bid?" Gerard asked, whistling as a much smaller, more well kept case floated into his hands. Simply adorned, but obviously a well made box of dark hardwood. Cracking it open, Gerard perked an eyebrow before passing it over to Kali. The box contained a gunblade. Well made and perfectly blanaced, clearly meant to be used rather than hung as a display piece. Engraved on the back of the blade was something in a language Gerard didn't recognize.
"Wha- Hey that's- I don't know how that-" Ivan half blubbered,
"Hey c'mon Kali, we go way back! Surely we can put this all behind us right?" "Are you alright?" Collette asked of the WARDENs leader as they rounded the back of the truck, occasionally turning her ear to tune into the conversation happening behind them. Her hands glowed faintly, with the soothing light of a healing spell, though the princess seemed to falter and pause- seemingly not wanting to treat the WARDEN without explicit permission. It was a bit odd, being concerned for the wellbeing of what were ostensibly child soldiers from an opposing country, but they
were the only ones keeping her alive for the moment.
We're meant to be going to Dunbarton, aren't we? Does trouble normally follow you soldier types around?"