Bordeaux, France
November 31, 2880
9:30 p.m
As the night life was beginning to quiet down a little, Ryan was sat at a table within an inn’s restaurant. He was paid for the job, but the many mistakes he made earlier, they were certainly not to his liking. What to do with the money though? He could use it to have what’s left of his Bushnell repaired, but he doubted it was worth it now considering he had Zector answering his beck and call. And Zector can repair itself, how handy is that? Still… this whole idea of starting a rebellion, he was starting to have some doubts regarding his ability to do so.
“Ughhh… dammit…”
Ryan laid his forehead right on top of the table, his little celebratory shortcake was sitting there waiting to be eaten. He was at a loss with what to do next. Does he keep going with his plans? He looked like a complete idiot with a death wish back there. Who knows if he’ll even find that Signature and be able to talk him down. Much less find if his father is still alive and is his anonymous supplier. Should he just leave the mercenary life altogether and start fresh?
No… That will not do. That will never do. Vengeance. Power. Justice. He can never be satisfied without them. He needs them, he can’t just chicken out now. Not while they still exist, not while the unjust rule, and not while the accused remain unpunished.
How will they feel his righteousness, his anger, his wrath, his judgement?
Think you fool… THINK!
November 31, 2880
9:30 p.m
As the night life was beginning to quiet down a little, Ryan was sat at a table within an inn’s restaurant. He was paid for the job, but the many mistakes he made earlier, they were certainly not to his liking. What to do with the money though? He could use it to have what’s left of his Bushnell repaired, but he doubted it was worth it now considering he had Zector answering his beck and call. And Zector can repair itself, how handy is that? Still… this whole idea of starting a rebellion, he was starting to have some doubts regarding his ability to do so.
“Ughhh… dammit…”
Ryan laid his forehead right on top of the table, his little celebratory shortcake was sitting there waiting to be eaten. He was at a loss with what to do next. Does he keep going with his plans? He looked like a complete idiot with a death wish back there. Who knows if he’ll even find that Signature and be able to talk him down. Much less find if his father is still alive and is his anonymous supplier. Should he just leave the mercenary life altogether and start fresh?
No… That will not do. That will never do. Vengeance. Power. Justice. He can never be satisfied without them. He needs them, he can’t just chicken out now. Not while they still exist, not while the unjust rule, and not while the accused remain unpunished.
How will they feel his righteousness, his anger, his wrath, his judgement?
Think you fool… THINK!