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Trivicus felt pain everywhere. A mild, but collectively debilitating pain, and he could only see in blurs. But he saw one particularily short blur. Hoth, no doubt! Trivicus raised his gun and fired, but in his confusion, he had forgotten to reload, so it just clicked. "Damn it."

Not of sound enough mind to simply reload, he just ran up to Hoth, to [bash] his sorry head off.

Trivicus breathed heavily over the fallen body of Hoth, still in pain from shock. The pain dwindled away, Trivicus's breathing normalized, and he began to regain an upright posture until all that was left of Trivicus was his oblivious gaze. He looked at the limosine with this expression, uncomprehendingly. A man called out from a nearby building, but he hastily dedeuced the man was calling to the other victorious. Without any word, he simple-mindedly walked off into the nearest crowd, leaving behind the limousine, his 'fellow vigilantes,' and the slain officers.

He would meet these few again, soon, though. He had a feeling.

Sylvia had watched as the battle unfolded before her, peasants versus lords, or whatever they were called. It was the same basic concept. There had been times when the orange-haired girl had wanted to step in and help, but she held back. Safer to wait out and see if these people would be able to stay alive.

Not until the last opponent had fallen did Sylvia choose to reveal herself, swinging down from the tree and landing on the ground with a small thud. "Now then, let's see what these fine, unconscious gentlemen have about their person," Sylvia muttered to herself, picking her way towards the heap that was Don. Upon reaching him, she pulled out her knife and proceeded to search his pockets for anything of value.

At the same time, she kept an eye on the man's face, looking to see any sign of him awaking. If he did, a quick rap of the knife's handle to the temple would see to it that he was unconscious again.

"Heh, and the scavengers are already coming out of the woodwork." With a shake of her head Nica got to her feet, made her way to Officer Mike, and began going through his pockets before more looters showed up.

At the very least maybe I can find healing supplies for the injured here.

Once that was done she began ripping strips of clean looking cloth from his clothes that could be used as bandages.

"The Shop Man kept yelling. "Hey! I'm over here! What happened?""

Lanster rebutted. "But hey, I thought there were no more shopkeepers."

"I said there was no more money. There were still shop people, inn people, and stuff. But they couldn't sell stuff for cash, cause there weren't none."

"Did they barter?"

"Sort of."

"Okay, what else?"

Vaughan took this to mean, what other topics could he ramble on about? "Well, it was a nice day. The grass was green, there was a small garden of roses and lilies ripe for picking, the trees had ripe acorns, the birds were eating the worms..."

"Uh-huh..."

"What?"

"Well I meant, what else about the shopkeepers?"

"What else about them?"

"That's what I want to know."

"Oh."

There was an awkward silence. For a mental patient, Vaughan was quite eloquent, however he had these times where he lost track of his train of thought, but a quick reminder brought it back. The doctors called it "Intermittent Flow Syndrome." By itself this "disorder" was practically harmless, but there was suspicion of something else...

Lanster finally spoke. "Vaughan? Hey, Smythe?"

Vaughan smiled. "With a Y!"

"So, what happens next?"

"Well, let's see..."

"The shop man said back, "I was gonna say, I had never figured anyone would stand up against Threes like that. But look at 'em. Knocked out cold, almost like dead. I just hope the Twos don't find out who you guys are, or else. Well, you know..."

Trivicus walked among an anonymous crowd, part of them, indistinguishable from the rest. Those who walked near him gave him a curious glance anyhow, for even lost among commonfolk, Trivicus held an air of suspicion about him. His utterly disregarded gunshot wound didn't help. To the rest of the crowd, though, he was just another head for the headcount.

Trivicus thought silently to himself underneath his apathetic stare. Who were those vigilantes? What were they trying to accomplish? Perhaps they're on a quest. Really? Trivicus had the habit of thinking as two people. I think so. What sort of quest would anyone be on here? I think they're just a haphazard gang of crooks. Then why did I help them? I had a feeling. I couldn't just sit there. Then help the law next time! But that other vigilante, he saw me, and he didn't fire at me. So? When I aimed at that tall guy, the short guy went ahead and shot me. Well obviously! You were aiming towards his partner! But he didn't know that. I was still pretty far back. For all he knew, I was about to shoot one of the vigilantes.

Trivicus continued in his thoughts, silently, among the unknowing crowd.