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The impostor scoffed at this, "But you've been in and out of the most dangerous locations Prometheus knows about. This should be just like any other time."
With her saying what she wanted, she pushed Teddy off of herself! She now pointed her weapon at both him and Ebba and began to slowly tread to the door. "Don't keep us waiting any longer than you have to, Teddy," she continued, "For her sake."
She promised she would train harder if things went well...She hated this hopeless feeling. If she had the courage that Supinity had, then she could learn to face it...So for now...She could only comply...
This didn't sit well with him, but he had no choice. The Mizer Program was revived, so literally anybody around him and Ebba could be one of Prometheus's goons ready to pounce for either on of their murders. Especially, with his dear friend, Esther, being used to create a clone to impersonate her, this all came as a low blow. He had to wade into a war zone and face the possibility of fighting, for what he knew, a Draconic Deity, a dragon spirit in where he hailed from. This was not going to be fun, not in the slightest.
He looked at Ebba, no doubt this terrified her. He had to leave her alone, and trust that her family would protect her if Mizer had decided to strike. As he looked at her face, he closed his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, "So this is the way it has to be," Teddy let out, "Mizer is not only still alive, but now he's trying to get me to take one of that... Thing's scales! I'm sorry you got dragged into this, Ebba..."
”Ebba?...What did she do?...Damn, guess she can’t handle the pressure anymore and decided to hide...Damn! Damn! Damnit!...” Supinity growled as she punched her hand. It was clear than even she was a little shaken up seeing Ebba like that.
”Shit...I know you would want to stay with Ebba. But she forced one of us out. She ain’t even letting me hop back in...That’s a first...” Supinity spoke as he put her head in her hand. Man did she need something to punch, namely that woman.
So then, Teddy left the building. He now had to make his way to the motorcycle Mizer had arranged for him north of the hotel and into the main street of Wing City. So much was going through his mind now, he had no way to know if Mizer planned to go after Ebba while he was away, or if he didn't, make sure Mizer will hold his end and leave the two in peace.
Knowing how much Mizer wanted to kill him, it certainly wasn't the case. Teddy's enemy had a complex, he wanted to prove he was superior to him in every way. He knew he was just a pawn right now, at this point. If an opportunity presented itself to turn the tables, get an edge on Mizer, he knew he had to take it. For now, though, he had to just go with Mizer's demands.
With Teddy going his own direction, Supinity turned in her own separate direction. Only time would tell if he lived, if he did...She might consider him rather lucky.
It occurred to him though, that a war was going on, and there are still plenty of warriors here. He was just about to ask himself why there were still guards here when they should be off fighting in the Valley of Shadows, but then he remembered that the Empire of Men was millions of worlds strong, if not billions. Even if those numbers may have been exaggerated, it was still plenty enough places to draw plenty enough men to build an army quite easily. He knew he didn't need to worry about it, he needed to find that motorcycle, wherever it was.
Hours before Teddy had awoken, at one of the shelters present, a motorcycle had appeared near it. Nobody knew how it got there, nor where it came from, but the motorcycle's license plates indicate that it was just bought, but not registered to an owner yet. There was a large satchel attached to it by some kind of lock, and on that note was an envelope attached to it via an adhesive. Only a few words were written on the paper, "To the guard who finds this: Give this letter and its contents and vehicle and the objects attached to it to a man named, 'Teddy Ursa.'"
“Run the name through the dataslate.” One of the Guardsman spoke as the other voxed the name through his radio. A higher ranked officer ran the name through a background check and up came one name. Teddy Ursa, registered as a temporary Whiteshield during a Wing City invasion. Now a citizen.
Well they would keep an eye out for the man at least. “Attention local Guardsman, be on the lookout for a Teddy Ursa. Point him to designation MS-C-17.” The Guardsman reported.
Easy task, it was probably left days in advance and has been trashed in the invasion as a result. All Teddy could do, at least for what he knew, was to stay optimistic. He just had to keep his hopes up that the vehicle he had been arranged to get to was still not only in one peace, but also not towed away in violation of Wing City parking laws.
As he looked around, he saw the guards go to-and-fro in the area doing their various tasks. Maybe they could help him find the bike that Prometheus had dropped off for him. With fingers crossed in his head, he goes to flag one down. "Sir," he called out to a guard, "If I may ask you, were they any strange motorcycles left in the past few days that went unclaimed? Someone arranged a motorcycle for me to pick-up. One that was addressed for me, Teddy Ursa, if both convenient and preferable."
Now, he had to hope.
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His eyes had wandered to a passing guard who had begun to look him in the eye as he explained, and behind the back of the guard he was conversing to, the other guard began to slowly shake his head at him.
This shouldn't be possible, but it was there. Teddy was thankful he wore something over his face, because it was able to hide the horror he failed to naturally disguise. Evidently, Mizer had agents in the Imperial Guard too(1)! But... how? They had psychics and psionics in the Imperium, they shouldn't have been able to get past them!
With this revelation, he had to change his words. "My client," he said, "Is sending me out there to steal a scale from the Draco of Shadows. I don't know what he or she wants, but whoever it is, just from the risk alone, it must involve some ill-will. My client must want it very badly, not only was I called, but he or she tried to put me under duress to do so."
The fake guard nodded at Teddy, as if promising to put in a good word with his new master, and marched on his way.
If Mizer's plan was to simply have him arrested on war crimes, it was certainly going to work for sure. He hadn't even reached the motorcycle yet and his travel to the Valley of Shadows and him stealing a scale from the Draco of Shadows was already coming to a close before it even began.
So this was it, huh? He had nothing else to do from here, no one to get him out of this pickle, and resisting would only bring about a sure death. He protected Ebba and did his part in protecting Wing City from the invaders, but just like every other time, he couldn't even save himself...