Liam feels Allen's life force spike, giving him chills. Still a little high on morphine, he suddenly bleeds a little from the nose.
Smiling, he chuckles, whispering, "Let's go, Siegfried. This group isn't that bad after all."
Siegfried walks with Liam. Turning back, they stuck out their tongue, mocking them playfully like a child.
Ragah (Osprey's Lieutenant): "Is that a girl child?"
They completely ignored him, however.
Allen wipes the blood off his face and struggles to get up on his own. He relocates his jaw, taking a seat, shivering in pain but acting like nothing happened.
Allen: "Isn't it kind of weird, though? I've never heard anything about their Elite Guard Rank 1."
Eric (Allen's Lieutenant): "Sir? Shouldn't we go to the medical area? Your injuries, they—"
Allen: "I've been embarrassed twice today. First by that Liam fellow, second by Mr. N. Don't you embarrass me as well, Eric."
Allen wheezed after his statement. His broken nose leaked so much blood it went into his lungs.
Eric held his tongue.
Davidz stood there in shame, hatred swelling in his heart, but after seeing what had happened to "James," he wouldn't dare step out of line.
Allen continued.
Allen: "As I was saying, I have not heard word about their Elite Guard Rank 1."
Whym (Rank 5): "Oh come on, Pool. It's the same way that our Rank 1 isn't present. You know how it is. This entire game is beyond FUCKED up. No larp, we might all lose our lives in the presidency battle."
Elite Guard Rank 9 adjusted the brim of his white hat, scanning the room.
Yara (Rank 9): "We might have to call Elite Guard One."
He hated even saying it. Calling Rank 1 meant admitting they were out of their depth.
Rank 5, Whym: "I don't have his number."
Yara: "Demi?"
Demi: "I don't have it either. I don't even think he uses phones."
Which somehow made him more unsettling.
A pause.
Yara: "Can any of us reach Jeremiah?"
Aspera, Demi, and Farah all felt a chill rush down their spine.
"Jeremiah The Grafted." Even as a lieutenant, that name held so much weight.
Elite Guard Rank 4 lowered his voice. "Do not communicate with Jeremiah, for your own good."
Sho walked back into the room, seeing the meeting still happening.
Farah rolled her eyes. "Such a fucking sissy. A little blood gets on your precious jewellery and you have to clean up immediately? What kind of man are you?"
Sho whistled, ignoring Farah. "Don't throw stones in glass houses."
A vein of anger popped in Farah's forehead."What does that mean?"
A deep, raspy voice cut through the air.
(Unknown): "Ignore Rank 1. We all know what we have to do. And we all know why we're having this extra meeting."
As everyone's brains sped up, a trickle of sweat appeared on every face.
Osprey was asleep.
But everyone else had something in mind.
They knew what they had to do.
If this presidency battle is truly going to happen, it is suicide.
We must kill Mr. N… and surrender before we all die.