Favour

Hey.

I'm back, mostly. Still not feeling great, but good enough to start writing again.

Thank you for being so patient.

Let us get back to it.

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"Explain yourself, Agenta!" Farsight demanded as he stared at the seated and scolded Agenta.

Agenta was sat in the same interrogation room that she had placed W in two days before, looking ragged and tired. Unfortunately, the storage room was rarely used, so It was nearly twenty-two hours before someone found the dehydrated Farseer.

"It was Lappland! She attacked me and placed me in that storage room!" Agenta stared up at him in annoyance.

"Oh, I know. Lappland told me yesterday..."

"Yesterday? Then why didn't you come sooner!?" Agenta shouted in disbelief.

"I was planning on punishing you for what you did to W, but it looks like Lappland took a disliking to you and confronted you herself. So I thought it best to leave you there and think about what you did," Farsight glared at Agenta.

"Think about what I did!? I'm not some child for you to push into the naughty corner!" Agenta growled in response. Agenta could swear she could hear muffled laughter behind the one-way glass. She swears that if Lappland is behind the glass mocking her...

"Torturing our guests warrants far worse than a naughty corner, Agenta!" Farsight snaps at her, making Agenta flinch and look away.

"Guest. Not prisoner?"

"If W wanted, she could have blown her way out of this building when she woke up; she's put herself here willingly for a reason, and I want to know why. A way that doesn't require torture!"

"I was getting information out of her. But, methods and morals aside, I was doing it..." Agenta looked back at him coldly.

"No... No! You asked her no questions; you only wanted her in pain...Right?"

"No, I-"

"Let me guess. You're also crazy?" Farsight huffed in annoyance, thinking everyone but Texas was crazy.

"Huh... Pardon?" Agenta looked confused.

"Jealousy, maybe? I saw how you looked at W and myself when she was in my room the other day...."

"I am not Jealous!" Agenta half shouted but blushed at him for coming to a ridiculous conclusion. She will make him her husband, but it's too soon for her. Her heart is not ready!

"Look! From this moment forward. You have no authority over prisoners or guests that come through the Enclave... Am I clear?" Farsight folds his arms and stands over the Farseer menacingly.

"What? But that's not-" Agenta started.

"Am I clear!?" Farsight cut her off and spoke louder.

Farsight was not in the mood for a tantrum she would go into if allowed, nor her excuses for justifying torture for her petty jealousy.

"Yes, Farsight"

"That's Commander Farsight to you," Farsight schooled the Farseer, who looked surprised and hurt by her leader's declaration.

"..."

"You broke my trust once, Agenta... I would hate to think you would again, so stop whining like a child and show me you're supporting the Enclave, not attempting to destroy it."

Farsight gave her one more frown before shaking his head in disappointment and walking out of the room, not giving her a second glance.

Agenta sat there with her hands in her lap as she stared at the floor in dismay. This was not how she envisioned this going. First, she thought of making W pay for upsetting him. But, then, he would be thankful to her for putting the Sarkaz in her place.

She had seriously miscalculated her choices in this matter. Maybe jealousy was a deciding factor here, and she allowed it to dictate her actions; she had a lot of thinking to do.

~

In Siracusa, there is a small rustic town located between two small mountains, and the area is surrounded by lush green vegetation and the famous Siracusa vineyards.

Like most of Siracusa, the town was dominated by Lupo and Vulpo. However, being such a rural area, they rarely get many visitors outside of the wine-tasting season, mainly tourists. Usually, they are a quiet community. None of the residents speaks openly of the Mafia families that rule Siracusa.

The town's inhabitants go about daily activities on a relatively warm midday when a strange armoured figure riding an unsettling-looking furless horse trots down the busy cobblestone street. The hoof-like claws of the beast clanked on the cobblestone roads, which echoed throughout the rustic buildings.

A figure in an oversized, heavy trench coat that didn't fit with the current weather, a metal helmet, breastplate and an intimidating gasmask with lifeless eyes. The quiet, intimidating figure carried a sword and a long spear on his hip.

Even the mutant-looking and scar-covered horse was wearing a gasmask, both man and 'horse' were unsettling the townspeople as many retreated into their homes or got out of the way.

The horseman had stopped in a large town square which was bustling with activity due to a small market. Many civilians and tourists in the courtyard soon noticed and looked concerned at the unusual visitor.

The mounted man had pulled out a large datapad and started writing something on it while occasionally glancing around at the buildings and taking pictures.

"Can we help you stranger?" An old Lupo man with a wrinkled face and grey hair approached the figure carefully and asked.

The mounted horseman stopped writing and looked down at the old Lupo but remained eerily quiet. The old Lupo started fidgeting uncomfortably as he stared into the gas mask's cold gaze.

"..."

"Um... Sir?" The Lupo asked again.

The horseman soon returned to writing and spurred his horse onwards and away from the suspicious and cautious-looking crowd. The Kriegsman quickly spotted a few better-dressed Lupo men with fine hats scattered around the square's edge, watching him intently.

It looks like another Siracusan town is firmly in the mafia's grip if it uses its mafia lackeys to police the streets so casually and openly.

~

"Mallory?"

"Farsight! Where did you go!? Agenta was pulling her hair out! And don't call me Mallory!"

Farsight sighed in annoyance; maybe he shouldn't have answered his phone.

"Well... She still has her hair, so that isn't true, is it..." Farsight chuckled.

"...It was a figure of speech..." Farsight could feel Mal deadpan through the phone.

"Did you call to try and berate me? or what?" Farsight asked.

"Haha... Actually, no! You can sleep with whoever you like." Mal chirped; clearly, her worry for him was staged to prevent Agenta from getting annoyed.

"Eh? Sleep with...," Farsight sputtered. How in Terra could she have known that? Not even Agenta knew!

"Heh... Don't try to deny it... I'm not angry, just... Next time invite me?" Mal purred at him down the phone.

"...Mal... Why did you call?" Farsight quickly asked, changing the subject, knowing Mal would easily pick up on the attempt, but she did not mention it.

"Fufufu...fine, I called because I need a favour."

"Funny way of asking..." Farsight rolled his eyes.

"Laterano," Mal cut him off with a conflicted voice.

Farsight was aware of Laterano's ongoing problems that he unfortunately triggered by revealing his Living Saint form. He still didn't get it, but all he knew was people were dying due to his actions, intended or not. So, what did Mal want him to do?

He had powerful Divisions, but there was still a high risk of stretching the Enclave thin. He had just created the new Kreig Division, which was going to Siracusa to deal with the Mafia and crime syndicates, but it hadn't been deployed yet apart from specific scout groups, which should be there by now.

Mal took his silence as an excuse to continue.

"I'll make a long story short, Back when I was a teenager and at a Laterano school, my classmates always considered me the odd one out as I cared more about designing weapon platforms than the weapons themselves. Some even called me a freak because I was less interested in shooting guns."

Farsight was surprised. He never asked about her past, or Agenta's, for that matter. So he was caught off guard when she started revealing some of it. He should ask more about her past at a later date.

"You're not a freak, Mal," Farsight assured her, making her giggle.

"You're sweet when you want to be, you know... Anyway! Due to certain events that I won't get into now. I had to leave Laterano for my safety, but I was forced to leave some stuff behind in my super special secret hideout that no one could find." Mal chirped happily at the end.

"What did you leave behind? If its location is so secret, why worry? and why is it so important now?" Farsight asked, intrigued.

"Hehe, With the ongoing fighting in Laterano, it may only take one well-placed explosion or the building to collapse, and the hideout may be revealed. The wrong sort of person could find its contents, and if they had the means, money and resources, they could destroy us with it. As for what it is, It's a rough blueprint of two types of weapon platforms."

"Two types of weapon platforms?" Farsight frowned.

Farsight couldn't see Mal's face but knew she was smirking.

"I designated them as 'Imperial Knight' and 'Warhound Titan'.

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Done!

I spend a few days not writing, and it feels like I've never written before. It feels weird, but happy to be back.

Less sappy romance or horniness in this chapter. Thought I'd push forward a bit; not even close to the romance Arc being done... Slow and steady.

A long wait and people keep asking for 'them,' so they are coming. The Kreig are coming and, eventually, some big boys.

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Thanks for the support and likes.

Zero!



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