(Quintiles 29, 59 / 8:05PM)

(David) Are you guys ok? How’s Boris doing?

(Loraine) Boris is doing okay! He just has weak lungs!

(Boris) For the last time … pants … I have small lungs … pants …

(David) Just breathe inside of your inhaler old man. Anyway, I don’t think I ended him, he’s probably somewhere in the city.

David, Loraine, and Boris all sat together in a little circle, sitting on a bunch of wooden crates that had many splinters. Feeling their bottoms being pelted against the uncomfortable wood, they all started to rustle their bodies, their legs squealing from the horribleness of the comfort.

Despite sitting on these wooden crates, all of them felt relieved that having splinters upon their thighs and butts is the only thing they have to worry about, their breaths slowing down from the horrible scenario they faced. David, looking around the room, noticed that the hostages were being set free by the soldiers, and the sounds of fighting stopped shortly after they finished up with Pedro.

(David) Looks like that random lich girl was dealt with. I wonder where Jenny and Jerry are.

(Boris) For now, let’s go take a look at the—

A high-pitched squeal was heard from the other side of the room, a feminine squeal that reached every corner of the building.

Opening their eyes wide, the three of them stood up from their seats, ignoring the splinters that were latched onto their black pants.

(David) That sounds like Jenny!

(Boris) There’s no time! Let’s see if she’s alright!

Moving their legs in motion, the three of them sprinted towards the area where Jenny screamed, their faces plastered with cold sweat as their stamina still wasn’t fully recovered.

David still had a strong hold on his breathing, his chest and body having no faults or errors in his sprint. For Loraine, she barely got a hold of herself, her breath slowly descending and ascending frantically like a roller coaster.

While Boris wheezed his lungs out, his breath caught in his throat as he couldn’t even make it halfway towards Jenny before he collapsed onto the ground.

(David) Do you need to be carried?

(Boris) wheezes … yes …

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Both he and Loraine stopped, they turned their head towards Boris, with Loraine putting her hand over her mouth as she loudly giggled. David meanwhile, folded his arms as he slowly walked towards the collapsed Boris, exhaling a sigh as he extended his arm out.

(David) I’ll give you a piggyback. Hold on tight old man.

(Boris) I’m five years older than you!

Having Boris on his back, David and Loraine continued onward with their sprint, as David’s legs used an excessive amount of force as the weight of Boris himself seemed to overpower David. Even though his legs wobbled with every step in his run, David didn’t falter his breath one bit, his chest continuing to heave like normal.

Reaching the area where Jenny was, they quickly noticed that a small and thin soldier was wrapping a large white bandage all across her lower stomach. Seeing this, they all noticed a foul-smelling odor coming from Jenny, causing them to pinch their noses.

(David) gags … What the hell is that smell?!

(Scared Soldier) It’s coming from her sir… that girl lich did a number on her stomach, especially where her intestines are at.

Jenny’s head rested on the soldier’s lap, her eyes were closed shut as her mouth was wide open, cold sweat still ever present on her face. Looking down at the ground, Boris put his hand underneath his double chin, Boris rubbed it with his ring and middle finger.

(Boris) Is she going to live?

(Scared Soldier) We used a special type of injection to keep her alive, but she needed a professional medic and a table for her. Either that or a person that deals with healing of some sort.

(David) Healing … Boris, get a call in either Hope or Benn! Those two are together!

(Boris) I’ll try to reach out to them.

Boris got out an invention made by Stan and his friends, a small walkie-talkie that was specialized in receiving communication with others. With both his hands, Boris rolled down the mini knob on the metal device, hoping to find the frequency that Benn and Hope were assigned.

Finding the assigned frequency that he remembered was Benn’s, Boris pushed the up keypad for the incoming transmission call, his hands shaking as his palms started to crush the metal device profoundly. Luckily for him, the transmission call that he reached to Benn managed to work.

(Benn on the talkie) Hello?

(Boris) Benn, this is me! Is Hope okay?!

(Benn on the talkie) Partially. She’s breathing and she could walk fine, but she’s still mostly burnt.

(Boris’s thoughts) Just who did they battle against? Did they also get ambushed as well? I’ve been mostly held hostage this entire time so I don’t know anything about the others…

Boris tightened his grip on the homemade walkie-talkie, his fingers digging into the black material as it started to creak from the pressure. Loosening the grip, Boris straightened his back as he swiped away blood from his nose.

(Boris) I need you guys to come here to the industrial complex east of the city. Jenny is badly injured.

(Benn) I’ll let the platoon know.

Both hanging up, Boris put the device into his pocket, looking towards Jenny who was now being comforted by David, Loraine, and the scrawny soldier. Letting in a large inhale of bad air that he was all too familiar with, Boris started to cough as his lungs started to stab inside of him.

(Boris’s thoughts) cough cough … Can’t believe it’s happening again … and they took me to the area where I was raised…

Boris looked around the factory floor, noticing that a particular person seemed to be not present. Scanning the floor again with his eyes squinted, Boris put his hand onto his chin, tapping it arithmetically.

(Boris’s thoughts) Is Jerry present here? Wasn’t he the one who dealt the finishing blow?

(Military Man#1) Are you the leader or overseer of these men with black suits?

Boris looked towards the military leader who helped free the hostages that the two liches were guarding. Noticing that the hostages all wore fancy suits and dresses, Boris ignored it as he focused his eyes on the man.

(Boris) Yes, soldier. Have anything to declare?

(Military Man#1) One of your soldiers, the tall elf with an eyepatch, was abducted by the enemy. They say they last saw him heading east…