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((Hey, PartingGift. I really don't know why you even bother with Anima. He always seems to be busy or grounded, and only posts once every two or three weeks. Too much time in my opinion, especially when I have to wait for my squad))

((And I am on every night. And waiting for Him to postl... I didn't know if he wanted to spar or continue with the mission... And the only day I don't get on at all is Sunday.))

((Well I am sorry too... But I got yelled at by Snake for not waiting my turn.... And this time I thought it was Hrisskar's turn.

"Understood," Riku says as he picks up his rifle. "This is what I was trained to do."

Shadow stayed in the tree long enough to come up with a plan, or at least a place to start. He decided to stay in an abservatory status for a day or so. He wanted to determine who had hired him, or requested the service, so that he could make contact. He watched for activities vaguely mentioned in the letter to determine some of what he might be up against.

He saw inocent victims; inocent victims that were tired of persicution and being used, but now acted with the flow of the rest of the villagers; and of coarse, the persicutors. They could be called any number of things: bandits, pirates, gangsters, theives, etc. It was obvious to Shadow after a day, that they all worked together, which ment there wasn't a myriad of situations as was initially suggested. They seemed to 'segregate' into a few groups that wore different outfits and acted differently alltogether, but they worked collectively.

One clue to this was that there was no competition. There was the normal tension of any group, and a little more considering it was such a negative group. Another observed was collaberation between 'segregations'. He understood the possible reasoning behind the apparent segrigation. It was to increase intimidation. The villagers might decide the can take on or fight one big group, but multiple smaller groups. They would think that it would be impossible to take them all on at the same time.

Hmmm. This should be interesting. I know I can protect them, but saving them might take more. I suppose I have a few questions to ask the leaders of the rebel group. I wonder if i should keep my existence on the down low, or if I should make my presence somewhat known. If I walk into town, everyone will see me, inocents and hostiles. The hostiles don't seem to be stupid for the most part. The 'peons' might be dumb, but the leaders aren't. I'll need to learn the structure of the organization, the activities, the ventures, and the assosiations.
If the hostiles know I'm there, it might make things harder on the villagers. If I keep under the radar, it might make movement for myself more difficult. I might be able to keep my 'singularity' in the open. Pull info from both sides, for the purpose of taking the villagers side. That might require me to do some shady things though. Hmmmm.
I will adjust as I go along. Adaptation and improvisation might be the best way to succeed.
I wonder if i can get responces from these glasses. If not, then I will have to save them for only info gathering.

Gragon lifted and flew away. Shadow dropped silently out of the tree and headed toward the road to the town, but away from the town. He got to the road and descretely merged onto it, changing direction back towards the town. This was so he could come across as a traveler of some sort. He got to the town and wasn't surprised when he got stares. even though he was wearing the black duster with hood up. He observed the looks, but ignored them. He knew the layout of the town because of the day and a half in which he watched.

He went straight to the bar, were any stranger might be expected to go when first ariving in town. He entered calmly with an average amount of noise for the squeaky wooden door. He only make noise when he wants someone to hear him, so he did this on perpose to minimize his conspicuousity. The sound of the door cloing seemed to be much louder than when it open, for the entire bar went silent. It seemed that time stopped, or stood still. He observed, without looking, that every pair of eyes, and some singles were focused on him. He ignored the tension and went straight to the bar, sat down, and waited for the bartender. He didnt look around, nor did he speak.

The tension decreased and the bartender finally came up to him. "How may I help you, sir?" he asked. "I'll have a beer." Shadow calmly replied. The locals started to whisper again, but it wasn't a continuation of their prior conversations. They whispered about the stranger that just entered the bar. The bartender hand the traveler a beer and asked, "What brings you to these parts, sir? Will you be needing a place to stay the night?" Shadow replied, "I'm traveling, and I might need a place to stay. How much for the beer?" The bartender lifted his hand with two fingers showing, "Two gold." Shadow responded by putting two gold pieces on the table. The bartender nodded, took the gold, and continued to tend the others.

Now, all Shadow had to do, was wait. Someone would confront him soon. He was sure of it.

(( Haha, same here Anima, i didn't know whether you wanted to continue sparring or step through the portal xD I'll start things off then, shall I?))

Hearing the andriod speak, Hrisskar glanced at the portal, and saw that it was indeed active, a shimmering filling the space in the metal ring. Lowering his arms, he turned toward the portal, and picked up the backpack from the floor, and once again strapped it on. Glancing at Anima, he nodded.

"Shall we?"

Steven somehow managed to remain completely calm and was apparently not fazed at all by the events, although as Brian departed he said, "I'm going to have many facial expression to show you about that particular moment when we're done here. None are normal."

Then the program was back underway. They had air support, which was invaluable. Without it, the situation might get too sticky for a single team of people to handle. All Steven could hope for was that the air strike would do the job or his people were good enough at hiding. He couldn't be sure, though, so he'd need to be able to stay on top of things.

"Thank you. We'll take care of that. Although - I would hope you have a few cameras. I didn't honestly think to bring mine. I suppose I hoped that you would trust our word for it. As for the communication, radio would make sense. We know that the helicopter lost everything but radio, so we go in primitive, we apparently survive. Anyhow, old stuff is more reliable."