TavernTales 15: Meeting Grounds

[BreakABone]

I am kind of torn on the Fyacin story. There is more to tell, but think it is better told as another story later on, but I may change my mind and go back to it. For now...
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"Who are you?" Swan spoke in a low whisper as he still attempted to exume water from his body.

"I am called Nighthawk where I come from..."

"What type of name is Nighthawk?" Swan had to interrupt.

"Make him finish, we call ourselves Swan and Fox. It isn't THAT weird." Fox jumped in. Still in agonizing pain from the torture his former friend afflicted.

"I am called Nighthawk. My brother is a famous hero where we come from. He is called Bube. Maybe you've heard of him?"

Swan coughed up some more water, "Can't... say that I have."

"It is okay."

This time Fox holding his shoulder cut in, "Where are you taking us?"

"That I can not offer an answer."

Swan grew outraged, "Why not!"

"For I am not certain where we are going, an image came to me before I saved you. In that vision, I saw... help. I know it sounds weird, but it is how I found you two. So my vision is leading me now."

Swan nor Fox knew how to respond to this, they were just happy to be out of the clutches of the Coalition for now.

"Thank you, if we haven't said it before." Fox thanked.

"You are welcome. I hope I can be of more assistance."
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This building gets surprising mileage... for being a building rooftop, Bond thought to himself. They had been airborne a little more than an hour. As they travelled further and further away from the former GAMES HQ, Bond began to question where they were heading. None of the terrain he passed nor any that he could see coming up looked familar to him.

Bond trusted his friend, more than anyone in his life right now, but he just had to ask, "Where are we going?"

The high altitude combined with the air speed made it difficult for Jeepnut to hear Bond so he asked him to repeat. Bond could hardly make out what Jeepnut was saying so he got in close to be heard.

"WHERE ARE WE GOING?" Bond had to shout.

Jeepnut was startled by the volume in Bond's voice and jumped a little. "We should be there shortly. Until then, I want it to be a surprise."

Bond knew better than to question his friend anymore. He would just have to wait.
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Nighthawk dropped Swan and Fox off by the mouth of a bay.

"Did he really have to pick a spot by water? I think I'm going to be sick." Swan rushed behind some trees and puked up even more water.

"The next time I see Dyne, I am going to forcefeed him water, see how much he LIKES it."

Fox was too busy examing their surroundings to listen to his friend, "Where are we?"

"I have no clue friendo, I just know I don't want to be by water for a long long time."

Nighthawk landed behind Fox startling him a bit. "Sorry about that new friend, I am just getting the hang of this myself."

Nighthawk closed his eyes, he wanted to get a clearer image of his vision. "AHHHH!" There it was again. The haunting sensation that someone was watching him.

"What is it new friendo?" Swan asked concerned.

Could he tell them? Would they think he was crazy? He already had to explain how he found them by following a vision, and now he bought them to a location he did not know based on another. If he was to tell them, he felt like someone was watching him, they would surely think he needs to be committed.

"Nothing, I must have strained myself when carrying you two for so long."

"We are sorry."

"It is okay, like I said I am new to this all."

Fox finished his assesment of the area. "It seems to be a fairly decent sized location, and we are protected by water at our back. I say we rest here the night and set up camp."

Swan nodded his head, "It also looks like it would be near impossible for the Coalition to follow us. Typhoid would have been here by now and Dyne nor Dylflon have that type of speed or grace."

"Then it is settled. We set up camp."
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