Post by Kai Rose on Apr 4, 2021 15:44:12 GMT -8
It was harder to reconcile the hunt that she engaged in when things were calm, when times were nice and peaceful. One part police work, one part extraordinary rendition, the dogged pursuit of the wicked through Sin City's neon-lit nights felt small and secret. A Spring Courtier here. A Spring Courtier there. Nothing they could talk about publicly, nothing they could hold up as victory...
They earned no medals, not like him. Not like the real hero, who served his country with nothing more than skill, grit and raw human determination. His war was fought in the light. As she turned the medal over and over in the firelight, staring at the way the flickering played off it and her skin, she smiled.
Soon, their war would be in the light. The Autumn criminals had all but assured it, after what Alexandrite had revealed.
They had assured it when they blew up the mall, killing three. They had assured it when their zombie ritual had killed thirty, and slain three more. And they had most definitely assured it when four more died chasing the lead Winter tried to hide. Slowly, her fingers closed around the medal and squeezed, the pain bringing her emotions sharply back into focus at what her mission was.
Red faded to dogged, determined navy blue.
They would be good. They would be safe.
Solomon, Oren and Kai would make sure. After ten senseless deaths in the pursuit of justice, did the Freehold of Las Vegas deserve anything less?
They earned no medals, not like him. Not like the real hero, who served his country with nothing more than skill, grit and raw human determination. His war was fought in the light. As she turned the medal over and over in the firelight, staring at the way the flickering played off it and her skin, she smiled.
Soon, their war would be in the light. The Autumn criminals had all but assured it, after what Alexandrite had revealed.
They had assured it when they blew up the mall, killing three. They had assured it when their zombie ritual had killed thirty, and slain three more. And they had most definitely assured it when four more died chasing the lead Winter tried to hide. Slowly, her fingers closed around the medal and squeezed, the pain bringing her emotions sharply back into focus at what her mission was.
Red faded to dogged, determined navy blue.
They would be good. They would be safe.
Solomon, Oren and Kai would make sure. After ten senseless deaths in the pursuit of justice, did the Freehold of Las Vegas deserve anything less?