The first light of the day had barely crept over the horizon. GM walked along a dirt path down by the river. Grass and trees grew over the majority of the walkway causing him to duck under stray branches as he went. He was there on official business from The Organization. Gil sent instructions for his current mission as usual. There was a cluster of hovels not far ahead that were said to house an informant from the Black Diamond. He was there to collect any current information that the informant had. It was fairly often that a loose lipped member of the Black Diamond popped up, but it was rare to ever find one with relevant or accurate information. His hopes were that this would yield positive results.
As GM continued along the beaten path he took short puffs from a cigarette trailing thin clouds as he went. His long tan coat was buttoned tight around him. It was still cold in the mornings despite the summer season being in full swing. After a short time, he came upon the area of housing. The cluster of run down shacks were constructed under a large bridge. Their unique outside consisted of irregularly thrown together pieces of wood, metal, and other debris that sufficed as walls. It was plain to see that this part of Strongzinburg city was in a financial crisis to say the least.
When GM approached, he saw that the rickety wooden door was already open. In fact it hung by only a single bottom hinge. It was quiet, as expected early in the morning, but there was an odd feeling in the atmosphere. He entered and proceeded with caution. Inside, it was mostly dark aside from light cast through the doorway. Immediately, he saw dark red pools on the ground. They were fresh. He unbuttoned his jacket for easier access to a weapon. It didn't take more than a few steps before he saw the back of a figure standing over a person sitting on the floor. The standing figure was clad in tight black tactical clothing. The man on the floor was breathing heavily. His clothes were torn and he appeared to be beaten badly.
“GM, its been a while,” said the figure.
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GM recognized the voice instantly. It was MC’s voice. “I was wondering when I’d run into you. It was only a matter of time, really,” said GM.
“I was just finishing up here.” The figure turned, revealing that he really was MC. When his eyes met GM’s they were cold and expressionless. GM noticed that gaze had a power to it.
“Is there anyone left alive in here?” asked GM.
“Nope.” said MC as he pulled the trigger pointed at the man on the floor. Tiny drops of red splashed onto the side of MC’s face as the sound of the gunshot rattled the cottage.
“That’s too bad. Gil sent me here to find someone. Looks like I wont get the chance to talk to them.”
“There wasn’t anyone here worth talking to in the first place.”
GM felt a strangeness within himself having met up with MC after so long. He was never attached to anyone, but he had a fondness toward MC. It seemed like Sora never stopped blabbing about him either.
MC put his weapon away and made for the door walking right past GM. GM reached out and put his hand on MC’s shoulder. “You know. It would be nice to have you around again. It hasn’t been the same for Sora and I. I know you’re doing what you’re doing for a reason, but you could at least send a message or something.”
MC turned slightly and grabbed GM’s wrist and lifted it off his shoulder. “I’ll be going now.”
GM dropped his arm to his side and watched as MC walked up the dirt path. He watched him walk until he was out of sight and then rolled up the sleeve of his jacket. Red bruises were already beginning to form where MC had grabbed him. “He’s certainly gotten stronger. Damn kid had a grip like a vice,” he said out loud, shaking the pain out of his arm. And what’s with that look he had on his face? It was MC’s face, but that expression was nothing like him. It was cold and lifeless.