Will Randy ever rest?

Victor Damien was completely befuddled, “the sewer? Seriously the sewer, Lord Lar really is a fool.” Mind you Damien might have made the same decision if in his position, but it’s a little different when your life is on the line.


Damien grunted in a confirmative and joined the ranks of the other jerican. His skin still burned for the lust of the hawkeye and his shoulder winced in pain every time he dared moved it but it failed in comparison for his lust of survival and killing the man who did this to him.


“My life was nigh to perfect, everything in place, becoming stronger better then the putrid scum humanity has turned into, lowly presents. Just a few more tests and I would have unlocked another layer in labyrinth of chemicals.” But as the jerican high command now knew of his vigilantly testing had nearly died to their hand not to mention the Jerican killer, Victor just stewed with rage waiting for his moment to strike, and he was going to become the best.


Traveling in unmarked carriages as Victor and the other jerican were brooding about their menial task, Damien thought he saw a flash of familiar red “Ta-“ he didn’t even want to speak her name.
“so your hear” the mutilated jerican grind to himself, alas duty calls but when were set to disappear waiting for more orders “you’ll find me and mercy will be-! ”


“Jerican 1-5-6 help me lift this (sewer) cap”


Now traveling into the depths Victor contemplated which of his comrades he would sacrifice first. Completely forgetting the intense feelings Tamitha had brought on, ever since the “accident” it was hard for Damien to focus on one thing. if he ever did meet the perfection of Leverets son. He had to know the secret behind leveret and if possible improve upon his design.


---Randy
Feeling uncomfortable in staying in one place Randy knew that it was unlikely that he’d be much good out there, in his current condition, but at least he could at least run (if he had to).

It was just hard for Randy, but he knew that all things had their place, a time for healing a time for war. At least randy had his philosophical knowledge that he could roll around in his head.


“Oh I wish Mira would get here, there’s some new information Van Gray will need” though the information was more selfish, Randy wanted wile in this state of angst, to have a friend. Amber was nice and all but Tamitha was a better friend and he was sure would be better on long hauls of healing. No Mira is too much of a- a Agent to stay in a place for too long. Her training would kick in and she’ll probably be gone in a week. Thank goodness Tamitha untrained untainded in the art of war. One of the purest people Randy knew, a friend. Now she could be trusted.

Randy rustled around at the realization that Mira was more agent then person (unaware of the past situation with Shilon, it let Randy’s mind wander) “one order form her superiors and I’m dead… I have too much to live for. Too much to protect,” contemplating his options. “The only way I’ll make it out of this, is if not a threat”
(edit if you think it would inhance the stroy)