Paul- United Human Faction- Night 70
Thomas’
scout was not as careful as he should have been. A quick strike to the back of
the man’s neck ended his night’s mission. Paul pulled off his mask, certain
that his identity was safe, and that his breathing was restricted by the solid
faceplate, and began searching through the enemy’s possessions. The dark-clad
man’s only appropriate clothing was his “Gearslinger,” as the label plastered
to the largest pouch of the bag made abundantly clear. Inside was a jumble of papers,
several tools, and a selection of protein bars. It was obvious the man was not
an experienced woodsman or an experienced revolutionary. Of course, that fact
should have been obvious when the scout was caught off guard by a liberal arts
major from San Francisco.
Paul
pulled everything out of the pouch. It would be easier to take inventory if he
could see what he would be stealing.
Among
the religious propaganda Thomas had been preparing since he joined the
revolution, Paul found several maps, including one of the enemy’s home base.
Paul couldn’t help smiling, knowing that his plan had gone far better than it
had had any right to. He quickly gathered the maps, food, and ammunition from
the scout, then handcuffed him to a tree before putting his mask back over his
face. The Faction soldiers would decide the victim’s fate.
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