Book 1: Chapter 16: Assistance

Book 1: Chapter 16: Assistance

Scarlet

Some of the tension seems to leave the mans body while at the same time the two teens finally stop focusing on my ears.

Thank you, miss Scarlet! the man seems overjoyed, but despite that he still has himself well composed. Unlike the other two next to him, one of whom seems to be from across the ocean to the east judging by appearance and how hes bowing towards me, whereas the other one is just staring up at the ceiling with quiet tears flowing down her face.

Rather odd.

And hes still calling me miss Scarlet. But I guess theres no breaking that. The guy looks like he has some sort of disciplinary training, like the military or the police or something.

As if reading my mind, the man suddenly introduces himself, My name is John Winslow, and Im a police officer who was here in order to meet with the CEO. But then everything else happened, and that kind of went out the wayside. He reaches his hand towards me with a polite smile on his face and adds, Its nice to meet you, miss Scarlet.

I shake his hand, feeling like this is a bit more normal. Much better than the awkwardness of our initial greeting.

Now, according to my compatriot here, the man pauses as he waves at the woman next to him, who simply waves at me in response, the generator for this floors bunker is located in the bunker directly beneath us, and considering that its not on, something bad must have happened down there. So we sent down my partner and one of the security officers on this floor, each armed with some of Ciphers patented pulse rifles, to investigate.

And they never came back, I finish for him before crossing my arms and glancing at the other man of the three who are standing up front. The guy just waves at me and smiles at my look though, so I turn back to Officer Winslow, who is nodding his head in confirmation of my words.

Correct, he says before glancing behind him at a few of the men who are wearing security officer uniforms, we only have one pulse rifle remaining, but these three have pistols with them as well. He turns back to me with a hopeful look. Will you consider helping them get down to the twenty-sixth floor?

I look between the men for a few seconds before considering the help that a pulse rifle could give me in hunting demons. Which is a lot of help.

Sure, I answer with a shrug. Was headed down there anyways.

A wave of relief passes through everyone in the room. Except the kid. Even the teens look relieved at my answer.

I blink in surprise at that, only to shrug it off a second later before turning around and walking towards the door.

Well, Ill be at the stairs when youre ready, I tell them, waving my hand over my shoulder. Eager to get away from the group of people.

After listening for a few seconds, a frown develops on my face, and I open my eyes.

Sounds like there arent any spawn on the floor. Just hounds and bipedal demons, I tell the three, a slight fear building at the back of my mind at the thought. But I quench that fear just as quickly as it comes. Because if we have a pulse rifle, then they can take care of the huntsmen. And if its a knight, then we can just run. Theyre pure defenders who assign themselves to guard something or someone, and never leave that charge. That means we could be dealing with either huntsmen, or knights.

I immediately see the three tensing up at the word knights. And I cant blame them.

The things are terrifying from what Ive read. But they arent all that hard to escape, otherwise there would be a lot more casualties in Class I Fractures.

Although its possible they could be in a place blocking the others from passing. I dont know the buildings layout after all.

In which case Ill figure out what to do when the time comes.

You, I point at the guy with the pulse rifle a rather large man with a thick beard and long brown hair making him open his mouth in surprise before pointing at himself. Yes, you. I want you right next to me with that pulse rifle of yours.

He nods, not saying a word in response.

Likely because I show a hint of confusion at that, the officer explains, Sorry, Carl is mute.

Oh.

Okay.

Carl walks up next to me and nods again, but this time with a slightly sad look on his face.

Poor Carl.

You two, just stay behind us and try not to get hurt, I tell them, albeit maybe a bit more callously than I meant to.

I turn around again and continue walking down the stairs.

Lets go.