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It has come to my attention that Charlene's previous name, Ezmerelda, was close to that of Emerald's, although she was created a while before we learned Emerald's name. Nonetheless, canon Emerald came first, and it drew too many connections to her and Syrius. As such, I changed her name and updated the chapter. Nothing else has been changed besides names, scout's honor.
Charlene 'Char' Fumee and Syrius 'Cy' Steele were in a spot of trouble.
Of course, the trouble was of their own doing. They'd just attempted to kill the chief of police for his access codes in to Vale's bank, and were now attempting to escape the police in one of their own cars. Charlene, a short blond in a gray combat jacket and a black jumpsuit with red highlights, was driving. Syrius, a brown haired teenager in a dark gray hoodie and black tinted goggles, was currently shooting out of the window.
So far their plan had gone somewhat poorly. The Chief of Police was wearing a bullet-proof vest, the access codes were in a locked drawer in his desk, and by the time Charlene had smashed the lock open and taken the codes, police were kicking down the door. They'd escaped through the Chief's window and took a squad car from the parking lot below, but the police had only been moments behind them. Now they were on the freeway dodging cars and trying to lose the police, but it was proving to be more difficult than they had imagined. It seemed the police were intent on chasing them until they ran out of gas and were forced to stop.
Charlene ducked and winced as a bullet crashed through the back window and embedded itself in the bulletproof glass separating the back seat and the front seat. Evidently they weren't planning on waiting until the two teenagers ran out of gas.
The bullet was still sizzling in the glass and slowly melting a hole, so she pulled out one of her batons and rammed it in to the glass on her side. The force was enough to dislodge the fire dust bullet, and it fell onto the floorboards where it continued to melt its way through the car.
"Cy!" she shouted out in irritation. "A little covering fire would be nice!"
"Sorry Char, Deus was out," Syrius replied in a gravelly voice as he stuck his head back out the window and fired a prolonged burst from his SMG. He ducked his head back in as bullets raked the air where his head was a moment before.
"Ugh, this is stupid!" Charlene growled. "If you had used your semblance to get us in to this thing, we would have lost them by now!"
"Please, you know I don't use that unless it's necessary," Syrius replied before firing another burst in to the horde of police chasing them. The bullets struck a tire, and the car swerved out of control in to another police car. The two officers struggled to regain control and avoid traffic as they fell out of formation. Syrius pulled back in and looked at Charlene. "Your point of view is far too negative. From what I see, we have this in the bag."
Charlene checked her side mirror just in time for a bullet to rip it from the car. She winced as shards of mirror and glass struck the window, leaving deep grooves in the glass. "From my point of view, we didn't make it to the bank, and we're about to be shot off the road! How much longer until we reach your Machina?"
Syrius tapped the side of his goggles and furrowed his brow as he looked at something in his goggles. "You've got another mile or so before they're in range. Going at your current speed, I'd say, thirty seconds."
"As soon as we're in range, I want you to light those cops up. I know we're supposed to minimize deaths this mission, but I don't see any other choice."
Syrius peered out the windshield and seemed to like what he saw. "Funny, because I see another option. Get on that big semi's left side, near the front. I'll do the rest."
Confused as to what Syrius was getting at, Charlene nonetheless floored the accelerator and shot forward. She pulled up to the cab of the semi and held her position. The driver of the semi looked at them, briefly, then did a double take as he saw Syrius clutching his SMG and tapping the side of his goggles. Charlene was about to ask what Syrius was planning, when they finally got in to range of Machina.
Turrets situated on the rooftops of buildings suddenly opened up and began blasting in to the semi-trailer. Most were directed at the engine block, but several began chewing up the area surrounding the front tires. It didn't take long for the engine to begin spewing thick black smoke, and even less time for the tires to pop. The sudden loss of power on the right side caused the semi to begin jackknifing down the freeway. The driver tried to compensate, but it was too late. The trailer flipped, and the semi skidded to a stop, blocking the police cars from following. A moment later, the engine caught fire as well.
Seeing that they were clear, Syrius offered Charlene a rare flash of a simile. "What did I tell you, Charlene? In the bag."
"It almost wasn't," Charlene said, ignoring the comment. "We nearly got out of Machina's range. What would you have done if you had missed?"
Syrius was about to reply that he never missed, when he was interrupted by a loud roar. Curious, he looked out his window to see a beast of a machine with spindly legs leap from the slope above the freeway and slam in to the asphalt, leaving deep gouges in the rock-like surface. Without missing a beat, it roared in to action and charged forwards, rapidly eating up the ground between them.
"Dust Grimm and Seasons, what is that?" Charlene shouted.
"Unclear," Syrius said coldly as he loaded a magazine of fire Dust rounds in to Deus and racked the charging handle. "Whatever it is, it looks unfriendly." He poked his head out of the window once more and began firing at the pursuer. With no wheels to fire at, he concentrated his fire at the engine block to subdue the beast. Expecting it to quickly go up in flames, he was surprised to see the rounds bounce off the front like they were spitballs. To make matters worse, a strange contraption swiveled on a mount and pointed directly at them. Syrius realized what was being pointed at them the instant before the shells started whizzing past the stolen car.
"Get off the freeway!" Syrius ordered as he pulled his head back in.
Charlene turned to him in shock. "Get off the free- do you want to get us caught?"
"Charlene, whoever built that thing attached a cannon to the roof. An Atlas cannon. The only reason you and I are still alive is because they're shooting warning shots. The moment they decide not to, we're dead. Our only option is to go in to downtown and either loose them in the turns, or get within range of Machina again."
Charlene frowned for a moment as she considered Syrius' argument. Then her eyes lit up in fear as she realized something Syrius had said. "Cy, you said that's an Atlas cannon. It- it couldn't be them could it?"
"Unclear, but it's all the more reason to lose this thing before its drivers lose their patience. Take the next exit, and drive south until we reach the Machina. I'll use them to distract our assailants, you work on losing them. Then we ditch the car and split. We'll meet at the warehouse tonight."
Motivated now, Charlene glanced at the oncoming traffic, and began to move over to the right. As she did so however, the pursuing vehicle matched their moves and fired a burst at them to dissuade any further movements. "Cy, I don't know if I can make it. Whoever is driving that thing, they seem to be anticipating my every move!"
"Eyes on the road, eyes on the road, eyes on the road!" Dakota yelled at Lunare.
Lunare, who was looking at a readout on one of the displays welded onto the dashboard, looked up in time to nudge the steering wheel and sidestep a rapidly approaching van. "The targeting reticule is out of sync with the cannon. I must fix the aberration if I am to hit our prey and disable their vehicle."
"There's going to be aberrations in a lot more things if we crash!" Dakota shouted back. If Lunare noticed the comment, he didn't give any indication. He instead looked up briefly and fired a burst at the captured police car. The shells completely missed their intended target, instead hitting the ground directly to its right. Chunks of asphalt spewed from the deep gouges and whizzed past Scrapmetal's frame.
"Interesting," Lunare mused as he leaned back down to inspect the display, "The cannon seems to be firing approximately three meters to the sides of where the targeting indicator is pointing. Dakota, would you mind taking the wheel for a moment?" Not waiting for Dakota's answer, Lunare ducked back down to the display where he pulled a miniature keyboard from a slot beneath it and began typing. Dakota reached for the abandoned wheel, hesitated for a moment, then firmly grasped the wheel. As he did so, the police car swerved over several lanes and began climbing the exit ramp back in to the city.
"They're headed back in to the city," Dakota reported to Lunare as he tentatively nudged Scrapmetal in to the exit ramp as well.
"An interesting tactic," Lunare mused as he typed in to the keyboard. "Reentering Vale's downtown would lead to choke points police could use against them. I fail to see what advantage they would gain in this-" Lunare pushed his glasses up by the bridge and sat up abruptly, throwing Dakota off of the wheel. "They want to use the very city to elude escape! The tight turns and congested streets would provide opportunities for them to slip away! These two are craftier than I expected."
"So what's the plan?" Daniel asked from the back. He had remained quiet for most of the ride, letting Dakota voice their shared opinions.
Lunare shifted in to the next gear, and the engine's noise increased even further. "They evidently do not understand the full capabilities of Scrapmetal. Any other vehicle might have difficulties, but not Scrapmetal. Following them should be a relatively easy task."
The instant it left the exit ramp, the police car made an immediate U-turn and dove in to the depths of the city. Not wanting to drive all the way to the end of the ramp, Lunare yanked the wheel to the right and climbed the steep slope to the road. They cleared the slope and were onto the road in time to see the police car make another turn and disappear from sight. Lunare made the turn as well, just as the police car made another turn. This continued for several blocks, each time the police car gained slightly more ground.
"We're losing them Lunare!" Dakota warned after they barely caught a glimpse of the police car's rear bumper before it disappeared within the mob of vehicles.
"Not true," Lunare corrected. "While we may lose sight of them for a moment, I require the space to transfer from one directional axis to another."
Once upon a time, Dakota would have asked what Lunare was talking about. By now however, he knew that when Lunare began using technical terms while driving Scrapmetal, it was for the best to tighten your seatbelt, and hold on for dear life. This school of thought was supported when Lunare drove onto the sidewalk, sidestepped several pedestrians, and climbed up onto the side of a building. Undisturbed by the sudden shift in orientation, Lunare shifted in to highest gear and flew across the building's wall. Like Lunare had predicted, the police car was nowhere to be seen when they made a turn. It was however visual once Lunare made another turn at maximum speed, and caught them trying to make their way through a traffic jam. Without having to deal with any traffic, Lunare quickly caught up to them. He peered out his left window as the stolen police car finally made its way out of the traffic snarl and in to a straight shot of trafficless road.
"As a great villain once said, I have you now," Lunare said. He yanked a lever, and Scrapmetal shoved itself off of the building. It plummeted ten stories down, reorienting itself right before the landing.
Charlene breathed a sigh of relief as they finally broke free of the traffic snarl and were able to speed away from the horrible congestion. Whoever designed that intersection needed to go back to engineering school, she thought as she maneuvered around a truck for a local Dust shop. She gave the rear view mirror a quick glance to confirm that there was no sign of the mysterious vehicle. It seemed they had lost their pursuers.
So why did she still hear the noise of its massive engine?
"It's probably still stuck in the traffic," Syrius answered when she voiced her concerns to her partner. "There was nowhere for it to put those legs. I believe we lost them. Shame; I was hoping to test Machina against-"
Whatever Syrius said was drowned out by an almighty crash as the beastly machine landed right behind them. The force of the landing was so great, their back wheels left the ground and Charlene had to fight for control as the police car swerved dangerously toward the railing. Syrius swore loudly and grasped the door as he was thrown around his seat. In order to get better mobility, he had forsaken the use of a seat belt and was paying for it.
"Keep driving!" Syrius ordered Charlene. "Straight shot, no deviations. We're almost to the Machina!"
Charlene doubted Syrius had ever said a more relieving phrase since she had met him. Hunching down behind the steering wheel, she pulled in to the middle lane and accelerated past the 100 mile-per-hour mark.
"We're going too fast for a sustained burst," Syrius warned her. "Fortunately, I don't think we need a sustained burst to take out a leg."
Charlene was about to ask how he intended on hitting such a rapidly moving target, when the turrets opened up once more, and the pursuing vehicle was lit up by bullets pinging off of the legs. The driver attempted to maneuver away from the bullets, but the damage was done. The left front leg snapped off at the lower joint, and the vehicle crashed to the ground, skidding and throwing up sparks.
Charlene whooped in laughter as they sped away from the wrecked vehicle. "You did it Cy," she shouted, "We're finally fr-"
The back of the police car made a loud banging noise, and skittered to the side for a moment before it regained control on its own. That wasn't the problem though. The problem was the noticeable pull of deceleration. Confused, Charlene stomped on the gas to get more speed, but all the engine did was rev up to extremely high RPMs.
Syrius placed his hand on the dashboard and swore. "They got a shot off," he reported. "Onboard computer says the whole back is ruined. Tire pressure, brake lights, I think they even severed the driveshaft!"
Charlene let out a curse as well. Without the police car, their pursuers would be able to catch up to them on foot. They couldn't risk being caught, not after the heist they just pulled. Searching for a solution, she remembered that there was an alleyway up ahead. Sighting the opening, she cut through several lanes of traffic, jumped the median, and barreled toward the small space. "Get ready to run," she told Syrius. "Right before it hits, I'm going to smoke and get out of here. Get out when you can, and meet back at-"
"Yeah, I got it." Syrius interrupted as he braced himself against the floorboard. "Just make certain you take your clothes with you this time."
"Bet you'd like it if I didn't," Charlene muttered as the opening to the alleyway began to fill the windshield. She summoned up her Aura, activated her Semblance, and was gone. Transformed in to a dark wispy cloud of smoke. A second later, the police car collided with the corner of the alleyway. The front was instantly crushed in to a V, and Syrius was thrown through the windshield and in to the alleyway wall. He was expecting it however, and any damage he would have taken was stopped by his Aura.
Thick black smoke was billowing up from the engine compartment and in to the front seat when Charlene made her move. Flowing out the shattered windshield, she got a safe distance from the crashed police car before she returned to human form. Thankfully, her clothes had come with her.
A few yards away, Syrius groaned as he rolled onto his knees. Charlene wished they were further apart before they made their escape, but the alleyway was the only place where they couldn't be viewed from the street. They shared a brief glance from each other, then turned to move in opposite directions when a voice called down from the rooftop.
"If you two were trying to go for the undercover cop look, it's not working."
Charlene looked up quickly to see a wolf tailed Faunus staring down at her. He reached in to his leather jacket and pulled out two large knuckledusters, which he slid on.
"How would you know what an undercover cop looks like?" Charlene bluffed. "Isn't an undercover cop that looks like an undercover cop kind of counterproductive?"
"Very well then, why are undercover police officers attacking our fellow Huntsmen-in-training?" another voice called from the opposite rooftop. Charlene looked over and saw another teen standing on the rooftop. His white suit was painfully bright against the dark brick of the wall beneath, forcing Charlene to shield her eyes in pain.
"What are you talking about?" Charlene asked as she slowly reached down to grasp the two batons clipped to her belt. Even if she hadn't lived on the streets for most of her life, she would have been able to tell this confrontation was going south really quickly. If she could just distract the two for a bit longer, she could make her escape and,
"Well I think it's safe to assume the turrets were yours," Tiberius replied. "They did after all damage Lunare's monstrosity of an automobile without touching yours. And while I often question my leader's sanity at times, I trust he would not fire on a police vehicle without ample reason to do so. Now, are you going to surrender, or are Schatten and I going to be forced in to-"
It was at this moment that Syrius attacked. He leapt up from a seemingly dazed position and began firing up at the Schatten. Syrius was an excellent shot, and the bullets would have shredded in to Schatten's Aura, had he still been there. The instant Syrius stood up, Schatten had activated his jump jets and blasted up in to the air. At the peak of his flight, he turned around and activated the jets once more. Charlene grabbed her batons and swung them up just in time to intercept Schatten's claws. She grunted under the force he exerted and fell to one knee, but managed to keep Schatten at bay. Schatten landed and jumped back as Charlene swung at him. As the batons brushed against his clothing, one of them somehow caught on his leather jacket. Unprepared for the sharp yank, Schatten was flung in to the brick wall. Confused and slightly dazed, he looked down to see a barb on the end of the baton was caught in his jacket. To make matters worse, his right set of claws was embedded deep in to the wall. He tugged, but the claws were firmly embedded in the brick. With his free set of claws, Schatten swatted down to cut his jacket free, but Charlene blocked his strike with her second baton. To make certain he didn't try the move again, she kicked his legs out from under him. Schatten fell and hung awkwardly as his hand was stuck in the knuckleduster claws, and the claws were still stuck in the wall.
As Schatten struggled back to his feet, Syrius decided to cut their opponents strength by half. He pointed Deus straight at the back of Schatten's head, paused for a moment, then turned the select fire switch to single shot. No need to waste ammo on someone who wouldn't be able to react fast enough to protect using his Aura. He made one final check that he was still on target, and pulled the trigger.
The bullet fired, but before it could exit the barrel, a chakram slammed in to Deus and knocked it off target. Instead of hitting dead center in the back of Schatten's head, it went far right and buried itself in the wall next to Schatten's trapped claws. Chunks of brick flew everywhere, and Schatten's claws were jostled just enough by the blow that he was able to rip them free. Before Charlene or Syrius could do anything else, he activated his jump jets and tackled Charlene in to the police car. The ensuing force flipped the car onto its roof and sent it skidding in to the street.
Irritably, Syrius flicked the select fire switch back to full auto and turned to engage Tiberius, only for the chakram to rip free of the wall it had landed in and smack Syrius across the face. It returned to its wielder, and Tiberius stepped onboard.
"So, you're Huntsmen in training then," Syrius said as Tiberius slowly descended. He fired a burst at the teen, but the second chakram flew in and intercepted the bullets. The chakram spun off course for a moment, then returned to hovering around Tiberius' head. "Guess that means you aren't those Atlas creeps E and I've had on our back for the last few weeks. Probably a Beacon student then. I tried that school for a bit. Didn't suit me too well, so I called it quits. Is that medic still a teacher?"
"If you're referring to Professor Arthur Glas, he is no longer a tearcher at Beacon," Tiberius answered as he stepped off of the chakram. "He kidnapped several students for medical experimentation and was fired as a result."
"Shame. I liked the guy. Always made me-" Syrius finished his statement with a burst of fire from Deus. Tiberius was unprepared, and unable to block with his chakrams in time. The bullets struck him in the chest, and he was knocked off his feet as his Aura was forced to take the damage.
Syrius kept firing bursts at Tiberius until the magazine in Deus was empty. He dropped the empty magazine from the SMG and reached in to his hoodie to grab a fresh magazine, only to grab nothing. During the events of the day, he had exhausted his supply of ammunition much more rapidly than he was anticipating. Warily, he looked at Tiberius, who was getting back up from where he had fallen. He adjusted his tie, and lifted his arms up. His two chakrams slowly rose from his sides and hovered around his head. A sly smile grew on Tiberius' face as he watched his now defenseless opponent slide in to a defensive stance.
"My turn," he announced.
When they collided with the police car, Schatten pushed off from Charlene and skidded to a stop right before the sidewalk turned in to the road. Charlene was not as lucky. The force from Schatten's tackle was enough to dent the passenger door and start to roll. Schatten watched as the car flipped from the force of the impact and Charlene disappear from view. Schatten uttered a curse underneath his breath as the police car crashed onto its roof and skidded to the other side of the street. He sprinted over to the car and ran to the other side to see what her fate was. Expecting to see her pinned underneath the roof or even with her brains bashed against the pavement, he was surprised to find no trace of her. Convinced she couldn't have disappeared in to thin air, he inhaled deeply and let his Faunus heritage do its job. She was definitely here, but he couldn't find any sign of her.
"Looking for something wolfy?"
Schatten looked up in time to see a cloud of dark grey smoke bend and condense in to Charlene lying across the flipped car with a sly smile on her face. She jabbed a foot out and hit him hard in the face. Stumbling backwards and clutching his nose, Schatten peered through his fingers as Charlene slid off the flipped police car and raised her batons in a fighting stance. Schatten shook his head to clear it and punched at Charlene with two quick jabs. With two equally swift flicks, Charlene swatted the claws to her sides and rapped Schatten on the head. Before Schatten could recover once more, she depressed two buttons on her batons and flicked them to the side. Spiky metallic whips sprung free of the batons and she flicked them around Schatten's claws. With him ensnared, she planted a boot firmly on his chest and pushed him to the ground. Dazed, Schatten growled at Charlene and attempted to free his claws from the whips.
"That's quite the bark you have there wolfy," Charlene said to her defeated opponent. "Let's see what we can do to lessen your bite."
The barbs surrounding the claws began pulsing red and making a beeping noise. Schatten had been Lunare's friend long enough to know that beeping and pulsing things generally led to explosions, and doubled his efforts to free his hands from the whip. Despite his struggles, the barbs only dug more painfully in to his skin and the beeps only increased in speed.
Just when they seemed to be about to explode, Charlene was struck from the side by a flying pair of boots and was thrown away from Lunare. The whips dug painfully in to Schatten's arms for a moment, then slacked off as the batons were pulled free from Charlene's hands. Schatten frantically unwound them from his arms and tossed them to the side where the barbs detonated harmlessly. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked up to see Lunare descend slowly from the air as his coat billowed from the exhaust of his own more advanced jump jets. He landed on the police car and folded Corabellum back in to his coat, including the metal ribs jutting out from his sleeves that glowed an pale ghostly white. With the armor stowed, he pulled Nieh Mehr from his coat and turned to face Charlene, who was groaning and getting back to her feet.
"Careful Lune, she can turn in to smoke," Schatten warned.
"Really?" Lunare said excitedly. He scurried over to Charlene and began circling her, analyzing her from every angle. "It's a semblance of course, there is no other possible way, but it is possibly one of the most unique Semblances I've learned of, let alone seen. The ability to change one's form is not entirely unheard of, albeit extraordinarily rare, but the ability to change in to a free-flowing sentient gas has never been seen before!"
"Oh my gods, shut up!" Charlene shouted at Lunare. "You're giving me a worse headache than you've already given me!"
"But there are so many unanswered questions that I require answers to! What does it feel like? How do you maintain consciousness in a gaseous state? And most importantly,"
Lunare pulled an Aural disruptor from his coat and jabbed it in to Charlene' side. She shuddered for a moment as her Aura was overloaded, then collapsed onto the pavement. Lunare ejected the battery and replaced it before finishing his quote. "How on Remnant were you capable of controlling your movements to hide within the oil smoke without any wind to guide your motions?"
"You know, you could have knocked her out before I got hit on the head," Schatten commented as he clambered to his feet.
"Tending to Scrapmetal's wound delayed my response," Lunare replied. "Furthermore, I saw you and Tiberius on the roof and assumed that the two of you were capable of dealing with two opponents on your own without my supervision."
At the mentioning of Tiberius' name, Schatten's eyes shot open and he jumped over the police car and raced back toward the alley. Before he could reach the entrance however, Tiberius emerged from the alleyway dragging Syrius' limp form behind him. Despite being shot multiple times and falling on his back in a dirty alleyway, there wasn't a speck of dirt on his immaculate light pink suit.
"I don't believe these miscreants will be troubling us any further," Tiberius said as he tossed Syrius' limp form in the middle of their triangle. "Especially not this one. He was much more manageable once he exhausted his supply of bullets."
The sound of running footsteps drew the three huntsmen-in-training's attention to the sprinting forms of Daniel and Dakota. Daniel came in with sword and pistol drawn, surveyed the carnage, and groaned. "Seriously? You three finished both of them? Guys, I was kind of counting on this fight!"
"Daniel does indirectly bring up a point I have been pondering," Lunare said. "How was it you two came to be in the same area as we were?"
"We were looking for Ryler so we could kill him, we heard gunshots, and then Scrapmetal's engine," Schatten answered. "We figured Ryler had to come back for food sooner or later, so we might as well help you now. Since Scrapmetal broke again, it looks like we figured correctly."
"An accurate assumption," Lunare admitted as he looked over at Scrapmetal. After recovering from the crash, Lunare had managed to stand Scrapmetal back up and get it walking on three legs. He fished a key fob out from his jacket and pressed a button on it. Scrapmetal revved up and began hobbling over toward the group. "Once Scrapmetal arrives, I can retrieve my scroll and call the police to arrest these two. Providing the police do not hold us for an excessive amount of time, we can be eating out in celebration within the hou-"
Lunare was interrupted by the whine of jet engines as an airship soared overhead. It circled around once, then came in to land. As it slowly descended, they were able to make out a black symbol painted on its side. It was the same symbol still etched on Lunare's cannon that he still had yet to buff out.
"What's an Atlas ship doing all the way out here?" Schatten yelled over the engine whine. As he asked this, Lunare looked over at Scrapmetal and a flash of concern played on his face.
"My opponent did mention something about a group from Atlas he and his partner were dealing with!" Tiberius shouted back. "It would appear these are the ones he spoke of!"
Before the airship had even settled, the side doors flew open and four people jumped out of the airship, three men and a female. A man in a dark grey military coat and matching cap stepped forward, and with the way he carried himself was clearly their leader. He rubbed a pair of silvery fingerless gloves as he surveyed the destruction and the two unconscious teens before staring straight at the group of huntsmen-in-training. "Which of you is the leader?" he shouted over the revving down engines. Daniel and Lunare both immediately stepped forward and after several awkward motions, Daniel conceded leadership to Lunare since he had most of his team there.
"What can we do for you on this fine day Mr.?" Lunare asked, clearly trying to draw attention away from Scrapmetal's Atlesian cannon.
"Cobel. Greeve Cobel. You can start by laying down your weapons and surrendering these captives to us. And then we can discuss why an Atlesian autocannon is mounted on that heap of scrap metal over there."
Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, may I present to you the amazing and incredible cliffhanger! Who are these new and mysterious people? Will Daniel redeem himself in the eye of the public? Will I stop playing Breath of the Wild and actually write for once? The world may never know!
At least until next month when I release a new chapter. Then you'll know.
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