A Million Miles Away ★
Sullivan fumbled with the dagger he'd taken from a Community building. It wasn't like him to steal, thievery was beneath his morals now, but there was something personal about this item in particular. Something that set it apart from the rest. It had belonged to his brother, who'd been wiped out by the Community only a few days before. Hector had spoken of a group of revolutionaries fighting for their liberty. Sullivan hadn't wanted anything to do with it at the time, though he had admired his brother's fascination with them. It had been a while since his kid brother had such a shine on his face.
Now it was different, though Sullivan had often been given as task by the Community to eliminate rebellious peoples, they had gone too far this time. Sullivan, though loyal to no organization, had formed a pact with the Community. Let Hector be, in exchange for any service Su could offer them. But they'd doubled on their word and now the only person in the world he cared for was dead. They hadn't kept their side of the bargain, though they swore it was an accident, and he would make them pay for it. But he would make sure they suffered a huge blow of humiliation before they went down.... It wasn't like they could expect him to keep his side of the bargain after what had happened to Hector. Turning the dagger in his hands he noticed a small star engraved on the base of the handle, under the star, barely legible were the words VIVA LA REVOLUTION. It was time to find out what Hector had been talking about.
For most, seeking out the members of the Revolution would seem an impossible task, but for Sullivan, it was child's play. Not to mention that Hector, who'd always been rather sloppy, had left a mine-shaft of clues. It took him only a few hours to locate the small seemingly abandoned building. Sullivan knew this couldn't be the main headquarters, but he wasn't surprised. Hector had most likely not been of high enough rank to possess such information. This wasn't the place he was after, but it would have to do. After all, though he had kept his activities carefully concealed there was no doubt in his mind that the higher members of the Revolution would have a pretty good idea of what he'd done to quite a few of their members. They wouldn't like him popping up at their main place at all, and they'd probably obliterate him before he had time to prove himself. No, presenting himself at this lower hideout would work out much to his advantage. There would be plenty of time to figure everything else out later.
Sullivan settled in his hideout to observe the shack from a distance, he'd have to know the exact schedules of everyone who showed up here before making his move. He wasn't in a hurry though. After all, good things come to those who wait. He didn't have to watch the place more than a week to figure things out. It appeared to be a package exchange of some sort. Someone came with a parcel, hid it inside and a few hours later another would come pick it up. There was never more than one person at a time in the building. There wasn't really a mystery as to what the packages contained but it made little difference to him and he decided not to let on what he knew when he would present himself. Once satisfied with the information he gathered, Sullivan quietly entered the empty shack and located the hidden package. He then sat down to wait. Someone would be there any minute.
Sullivan was careful not to disturb anything, he'd never actually been inside the tiny building before and he was a bit surprised by what he saw. The furniture was not far from crumbling into dust and the kitchenware was so old and rusty it could have easily belonged to his great great grandmother. An old frame hung on the wall, but the portrait had long since faded. Dried red liquid decorated one of the walls, it wasn't hard to guess what had happened here.It was hard to believe anyone could have ever lived in the tiny house at all. By the look of the place the revolutionaries sure didn't look like they had much budget, though the shack probably had for purpose to look abandoned. Perhaps budget was something he could help them with to prove his worth. Money was something he knew how to get, though chances were slim that they'd hand over trust for that alone. He'd keep it in mind.
The kougra in charge of transfers arrived right on time. Sullivan sat calmly on the couch with the package another member had left there only hours before. Taken by surprise, the panicked kougra drew his weapon and pointed it at Suhq, ready to fight; Who in frith's name are you?!
Sullivan refrained from answering right away, he got up slowly and held out the package. Smiling slightly he replied: I believe this is what you're looking for.
After a moment's hesitation the kougra snatched the package from Sullivan's outstretched hand. Su continued; I'm Sullivan, I want to join the Revolution.
A flicker of emotion showed on the kougra's face for a moment before quietly replying: You're Hector's brother aren't you? You'd best come with me.
No more words were necessary and Sullivan quickly followed the speeding kougra down the empty street.To be continued...