The Avenger, Part II in the Grey Trilogy
* No, you didn't miss Part I *
1177 NC - Ryll eastern hemisphere - Early Winter - Evening
"Lay down!" the high-ranking officer of the Free Traders yelled across the room, as a burly hand shut the door.
"What are you going to do?" a small, frail voice asked, quivering.
"What I've always dreamt about, darlin'..." the man's voice replied, as its owner crept closer.
1177 NC - Ryll western hemisphere - Terance - Mid Winter - Noon
"It's great to meet you face-to-face, Red Wolf," the Free Traders officer said softly, entering the large corner-office, and shutting the door behind him.
A man in a suit spun around in his chair to meet the glare of his wife's angel of death. "Foxwind..." the businessman said, teeth gritting.
"Yes?" the officer said with a smirk.
The businessman quickly pulled out his single-thrust photon pistol and fired at the man standing before him, only to feel the stinging pain of a neutron pistol's duel-thrust beam. The man let out a small 'ughr' and fell back through a window of his office, and fell to the busy streets below.
1177 NC - Earth eastern hemisphere - Scotland - Mid Summer - Noon
"Are you sure?" a young voice said through the mic of his computer. "Ugh-Okay..." He disconnected.
"What is it, Grey?" a young man wearing a mid-ranking Wild Geese uniform.
"My... I... They..." The young man struggled with his words. "Aindrea was... and... Red was..."
"Okay, I got it," the officer said, stopping his ship mate from getting hysterical. "What're we gonna do?"
"I'm going... I don't know..." His words fumbled out of his mouth. "What should I do, Nevyn?"
"I suggest leaving it up to the authorities to catch this man," Nevyn suggested, stupidly.
Grey looked up. "We are the authorities, Nevyn..."
"N-" Nevyn started.
"No, we ARE the authorities," Grey insisted. "If a criminal of the Federation intervenes in our lives, it is our duty to interrupt the investigation and take over matters for ourselves..."
"No, wait!" Nevyn pleaded as Grey rushed around the apartment building, clipping his twin neutron hand-blasters to his belt, which was laying on the bed.
Grey dressed into his black cloak with red inner linings (his battle trademark), and his dark clothes and black running shoes.
"Grey... Come on, man, you don't wanna do this..." Nevyn continued to plead with his ship mate and close friend.
"Nah, man," Grey interrupted. "I do want to do this..."
Grey entered his Class D Mod Starbridge alone and took off, skipping all of the requests with Tower. They couldn't catch him anyway.
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