"What is the point in running."
Null paused, as he digested the words.
"Okay, I-I will try not to back down on a fight." Null said.
"Not only fights, kid." Ron said going back to the car as Null followed.
He opened the back door, "There are wipes inside, so you'll get...everything blood off you fast."
Null got in after a pause to look at his broken laptop, in a plastic bag pushed to the side.
He layed down and slept.
Ron closed the door behind him.
He felt something in his pocket vibrate. Taking it out, it seemed to be a rectangular rim, as from the inner parts of the rim it formed a holographic screen.
He saw an anonymous number calling but rather than the white text, it was a in slighter grayish hue.
He picked up the phone and placed it against his ear as he walked a large distance away.
"The people your boy saved is gonna need help actually just one of them." A firm voice spoke from the other side.
"And why am I gonna have to save these demsels in distress." Ron asked an exhausted yet determined expression appearing on his face already.
"Hey Goldy Locks, I'm helping you, not the other way around, you have to meet the quota, not me." The voice spiked backed. Ron flinched picking at his ear.
After a grumble from the other side, the firm voiced person spoke up again, continuing. "There is a migration of penniless people, normally originating from the outer rims of the cities."
"Have to so blunt?" Ron spoke up. "Just say poor."
"Time isn't gonna wait for your jokes, or are you willing to spend that time thinking up of another, rather than saving the livelihood of children." The voice spoke.
"...explain." Ron said as his face gained a rougher tone.
"The people who are migrating are always in pairs, a adult and child. The adult in the pair being a male or female guardian possibly parents, surprising due to their intentions." The voice paused.
"..."
Satisfied with the grave attention Ron has, the voice continued, "But the child specifically being a female, a girl around 13 to 16, the entire number of migrators are heading towards one city, which has a history of missing girls."
"And what are the authorities doing about this?"
Ron asked.
"They've been payed off. There is a record of report cases and investigations in the database where they got close and the people who got close dieing after the case got shut down."
Ron kept quiet, he looked into the surroundings. Puffing his cheeks blowing air out.
"What's the name of the city." Ron finally asked.
"Red Dune City."
"I'll be there...but make sure to find me bases for these kids, since their gonna be late."
"Are you sure, about sending those two to the same base? they seem quite hostile towards one another." The voice spoke up from the phone.
Ron scowled, obviously this Technopath, got ears and eyes on him, he looked at his car. He groaned knowing his car isn't bugged, rather that this annoying bugger can listen through anything with a mic, then turning his head to Midas and 'See anything with a camera.'
"It's a caution if my plan doesn't work, he needs someone capable." Ron answered.
"And him getting pummeled is the plan?"
"I'm working with what I got, since that's all I know about this specific ability or trait, or something!, I don't know he never explained it to me okay!" Ron said, frustration stitched in his tone.
"What about the other end?" The voice gestured.
"No! It would to recognizable." Ron rejected immediately
"Then, tell him to be careful." The voice said.
Ron, thought a moment. "No, i don't want him to be involved."
"He already is, and it's best to tell him about these two ends, so that if the dangerous one appeared, he would be ready, having been told to be careful."
Ron scowled having no argument since, the kid would need to know about it one way or another.
He sighed, the hot breathe making a dismissable steam.
"I just don't want him to have more problems than he already rightfully has." Ron said tiredly.
"I've watched over the kid for years, i wouldn't want him to be in any mess that concerns the Empire, but he chose his way to survive and this is the consequence." The voice spoke softly back.
Ron scowled, "And you choice to tell me now, only when I catch him, do you tell me about all his crimes."
"The boy needed to shape himself against the environment he lived in, he needed to learn and be dangerous, not more than his environment, but just dangerous enough to survive and live." The voice replied firmly once again, the softness retreating.
"That is no excuse for you to hide this from me." Ron spoke venom pouring from his words.
"Yes, it is not an excuse rather a fact. You left him there and so he grew to maneuver around it, which is the best outcome."
"...That i can't disagree with, he seemed to be affected by the kills, but if it's because of him killing them or other intentions, i don't know." Ron said
"If his intentions at that moment where blurred by the intention of protecting the mother and daughter pair, i see it as good. At least morality is eating him." Voice said.
Ron groaned, as he finished some details with the caller.
"So what should I do when I encounter the Mayor of the city." Ron asked.
"...You have to be kidding."
Ron chuckled,"Ya I am, since who could say no to me." He said with a dangerous grin.
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He woke up, tears falling. He had the same nightmare again
But now he saw the boy's hair cleared a bit of the blood, as he saw a strand of black hair.
Was it important?
He didn't know, but it was different.
He stay still as, he just stared at the roof of the car...
...
Then he wiped his face and sat up on the seat of the moving car, Midas sitting at the front passenger seat and Ron obviously driving.
He just rested his head on the window, staring into his purple eyes.
The colour purple never disappointing him, as that colour followed up with him getting...
Fatigued.
"Hey buddy."
Null snapped his head towards his uncle.
"We are gonna arrived a bit more than a bit late, than I was planning."
"😑Why?" Null asked.
"Well...
"Something came up..."
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