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"They surely are, but not just these royal elephants, any elephant. They hunt just for the Ivory. As well as the Rhynos for their horns. They simply want money And represent a risk for these endangered species. But now... I think they kinda understand what the animals do... like some sort of Karma."
The landlord commented, turning around as to peek beyond the fence to see the countless carcasses spread around the reserve. As an exhibition.
"I mean I am human and I believe in human rights... but I do think animals deserve a chance.... however... I'm not sure this is the right way to do so. Now people are even scared of going out. If things continue, they'll start starving. We need to do something Boxer san."

Illo would come up with a plan involving the Death Scythe's support to take over the invasive forces. While it did made sense in a way, there was something that Ryan had to point out.
"Well I would pretty much sign up for a sweeping mission but I'm not sure Dengu sama is feeling like fighting. It's actually my first time witnessing a death scythe on such depressing state."
He felt obliged to speak his mind regarding Dengu Dinga. However the next option about a scout Mission sounded more realistic than the previous one.
"Well it looks like boxer san is willing to go for the early jabs to test the ground eh? Not bad. However we must be smarter than to carelessly throw ourselves into adventure. Why don't we consult the reporter? He's been really helpful ever since I got stuck here. He was sure to make a lot of research when this whole thing exploded into a war zone."

Ryan would proceed to take Illo at the further back of the camp, oposite to the main an only entrance to the reserve's camp. Once could call it the dead end.

Not too far from the fence was a tree which barely provided some cover for the tent, then again it was better than no shade at all.
Behind the tent there were fume's showing up as if something burned. But with the stench of wild animals all over the place it was even hard to detect the smoke's scent.
It wasn't until Ryan spotted the fumes that a smirk would grow up on his face while nudging Illo in the arm with his elbow.
"Seem's like we're lucky, he's here. It would be easier to speak with him within the tent than doing chores at the stables."
Said the landlord, once again pointing at how lucky they were that the boy was currently off his shift today. Keeping the reserve running during these harsh times was a demanding job and everyone had to put their back into it given certain times.

To Illo's surprise, as he crossed the tent. There would be a boy leaning against an empty trash can, sitting on the floor to have some extra shade while having a quick smoke. A rather thin boy if one were to ask. Then again this hellish weather would help anyone lose weight.
"Yo! Taylor, this is boxer san. He's here to help us."
Ryan called for Taylor's attention while holding a hand upon the monk's shoulder when making the introductions.
The vivid green eyes of the redhead would turn on their direction upon the call of his name.
"ehh?"
Puzzled at the thought a mere man could help them out when not even a Death Scythe could, Taylor would limit himself to merely wave a hand at the pair.
"Yo!"
A man of few words, perhaps he was still recovering from his shift. None the less, he seemed a good lad.

Taylor would puff one of his cheeks while folding both arms with a serious expression stroking back at Ryan.
"Not much of a secret confident are you Ryan?"
Said the boy, regarding how easily he entrusted such information towards a newcomer.
"Oh I assure you he's safe. He's a good man Taylor. Actually one of my security staff at my Residential state."
Taylor turned his eyes back at Illo who seemed to be scanning him... in some sort of way.
The madness around her was so dense that not even Illo's third eye could see with clarity the boy's soul. Even Ryan's or his own appeared to be distorted at some point.
"Well met I guess."
Pushing himself up, he would find himself a hard time trying to pick up his balance at start, yet with a few seconds he was able to stand up just fine. Perhaps he was exhausted because of his shift plus the strong heatwaves from the Savannah were no beach's breeze.
"I suppose if mr. Boxer here can keep secrets better than you we shouldn't have any problems."
Sam would kick the dust off his jeans while he made a pause.
"Well, I've been watching these routes since everything started. So much to know there's a few blank spaces in which there hasn't been any shots or aggression towards people from the inside... more likely. It is as if they didn't wish to hit the staff. But people here are to scared to take my word for it. The provision trucks are scarce but is because of the mercenaries hijacking them, since the bullets inside the trucks are similar to those hunting rifles they carry with them. Which indicates whomever is taking this place hostage has no ill will against the provision trucks. Which makes me thing the provision route is indeed a blind spot, unguarded by the shooters. Otherwise the provision trucks would arrive unharmed. They arrive on Mondays. which could mean that a scout mission through that route would prove to have less encounters with the enemies besides the hunters."

Illo would ask to go on his own right after everything was set in the table.
"Well I've no complaints with that. I mean I'm not jumping out to risk my neck. It's the only one I've got and I'm no DMWA specialist so I'm safe to say I'm staying here and collecting more info."
Taylor replied almost as fast as Illo. Which made Ryan raise an eyebrow in disapproval for both of them.
"C'mon Boxer san you can't be serious. you alone? What makes you think you can get all the fun parts for yourself. And Taylor, where's your sense of adventure, it was you who guided me around the outskirts for scout missions when this ruckus started. Where has your sense of adventure gone to?"
While the landlord was usually a calm person who looked after his people back in death city, he wasn't Illo's sparring mate for show, heck both of them could take a bullet and upper cut it within the blink of an eye. As well as being proficient fighters who loved a good challenge.
Taylor on the other hand folded his arms while staring back at the duo.
"Precisely it is too dangerous. Plus Boxer san here is... well here. Meaning there's no more need for me to risk my neck. We already have a capable unit to take on the hard work. I would simply get in the way should a situation arise. Think it's better to keep someone here inside in case we need a back up plan. My sense of adventure hasn't left. It's simply knowing my place. My feet may not be quick."
Said the reporter before a sudden light would blind Illo and Ryan on their spot for a few seconds before noticing he was aiming his camera at them.
"But my skills with my camera are faster than the eye meets. I could easily scout the place for you from my vigilant spot. Giving you some heads up would prove more efficient than being the weakest link on our formation by going out there with you. All we need now is some sort of communication device and I could be your eyes in the dark I even brought my night vision lens."
Ryan would sigh, seriously, he hoped that with Illo here, Taylor would open up a little more to the wonderful world of martial arts and combat, since they were training for a little while when they got trapped in here. But Taylor appeared to be determined to stay rather than put his training to the test. It was true these generations were weaker than the previous... perhaps he was indeed respecting his place by choosing to stay. After all, as much as Illo and Himself were strong, it was their strength and training that would keep them safe out there... Taylor was indeed under leveled compared to them.
"Very well mr. Taylor, but if you insist on that you leave me no choice. After we scout you'll have a match with Boxer san. Perhaps I've been too soft on you as your most recent mentor. Having a fresh start might help you boost your capacity as a fighter... that way we won't have to wait for long before you also join us on missions."
Taylor would sigh.
"That again? Look pal, I'm not fighter... I mean not on your level guys. You can't simply punch your way through life."
Ryan laughed loudly.
"That's exactly what a non fighter would answer. It is precisely WHY you must take your training seriously and strife for greatness. Remember. It's always better to be a Warrior working on a garden, than being a gardener stuck on a battlefield. Am I not right Boxer San?"

"Anyone here paying attention? This is a battlefield already."
Said Taylor.
"Precisely the reason you must not waste a single second on your path of becoming a warrior"
Ryan replied, crossing his arms and nodding with absolute conviction.
"YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND!"
Yelled Taylor at Ryan.
"We must focus on our mission which is to free the Savannah from it's current threat, we have a specialized team already we should focus on collecting intel and find ways to end this for once. We can't be babysitting me all the time. You guys go out and I'll cover your rears form here."
Ryan sighed.
"Ah to be young again, isn't he lively Boxer san? Too bad he's to worried to be training. Perhaps some tea would help him clear his mind."
Added the landlord while looking at the monk.
"DAMN IT RYAN ARE YOU DRUNK AGAIN?"