ADVENTURE AWAITS...
Let us embark, and embrace every moment
Let us embark, and embrace every moment
Two o'clock in the morning and York was sitting in the lounge at the Templar compound. The room was dimly lit, and York was alone. He reached for his cigarette, took a hit, and then returned it to the ashtray in front of him. As the smoke slowly drifted out of York's mouth, it twisted and swirled. York stared into it, looked through it, as if it were a portal that could transport him into the past if he focused hard enough. He let his mind run...
The smoke continued to disperse throughout the room, and York fell deeper into reminiscence. He could envision the room occupied with the various Templars he'd once known, even hear their voices... their laughs, their accents. He remembered them all in that room, drinking, chatting, playing cards on an almost nightly basis... But now the room's regular occupants were darkness and memories. Some very interesting memories. The Templars' stories were as numerous and as mysterious as the stars in the cloudless night sky.
York hadn't been a part of the Latrocinium's greatest era, according to its longest members; he had joined the organization only to see its final few missions and business ventures... Senegal, Eterbury, Johannesburg... But although he wasn't part of the band long, York held all the Templars in high regard, even those that he hadn't known well and those whose respect he hadn't earned. York's experience with the Latrocinium was one that he'd never forget, and one that he didn't take lightly. He had felt very honored and very fortunate to serve with the Templars. They had taught him much; they had been the catalyst for many great things in York's life.
But now, there was nothing and no one left...
He hadn't heard from any of them in a long, long time...
York took another hit from his cigarette and then put it out in the ashtray, returning to reality. He reached for the holster on his right leg just above his ankle. He removed his handgun from its holster, ejected the clip, and then placed the firearm and the magazine beside each other on the table in front of him. It was the only gun he still had from his Templar days. It was time to bury it, and what better place than the Templar headquarters. With that, he made his way to the exit of the Compound... which of course he had broken into, but he didn't think anyone would mind... or even notice for that matter. All of the Templars had moved on to new adventures and were living very different lives. He doubted many of them, if any at all, would revisit the Compound.
But just in case an old Templar's journey guided them back to the Latrocinium HQ, York's gun remained in the lounge, as a subtle message that he had revisited old memories too...
