Snippet #2057569

As Sixty continued through the skyscrapers of the once proud city, he noticed a smaller building not yet taken by the sand. He had a small unoticable grin as he walked in through the door. He twisted his wrist and pressed a button underneath a padding he placed, a light began beaming out of the wrist armour, he slowly strode around as he search the once prestigious living room, which had now become home to dust and sand. He quickly walked over to a small set of draws with the flag on it and tore the lock off as he opened it. He wasn't shocked to find a voice recorder and a another golden key. He picked it out and played the tape, 'Hey son, if your listening then........ Well you already left 60-2 and want to know more about your family. unfortunately this is not where it lies, this is just another safe house, but i tell you your close, 100 miles to the north is where you'll find it.' Sixty, sighed as he picked up the key and slowly walked out of the house and turned to his left and started walking down the sandy road.



Sixty walked along the now pure sand path, where the once small average houses used to be, but these were now lost under the sand. He heard gunshots and water, as he looked up he noticed a fairly small girl fighting a bunch of bandits. He noticed after their defeat that he saw a cyborg walking towards her, she valiantly tried to fight him off but he seemed stronger than her by far. He slowly walked over to her as she laid on the ground, "Need a hand?" he shouted over to her as he stood in front of her. As he heard the cyborg race at him form behind, he swung around and ran the neck through with his dagger and quickly stabbed the forehead with the other, instantly disabling it. "It's not fair to attack someone while their down" he said in a dark voice. After sheathing his blades he turned to the young girl and held his hand out to help her up, "You don't look like the travelling type, why are you here?" he asked her politely as he handed her gun back to her.