Post by Mikhail de Romanius on Sept 8, 2016 17:59:23 GMT
No call sign, no tail marker and black like a moonless night; the C130 taxied the runaway of the cities only private strip. The clearance required to evade the Self Defense Army must has cost a fortune, it mostly likely did or perhaps it had cost nothing at all. The rear lift lowered as the engines came to a low roar, covered on all sides by an equally massive hangar; a group of five towering men slowly but surely made their exit. Those that lead of the pack literally out shined beyond the rest, their eyes glowed radiantly in the night; what light there was caught their golden locks like sun bathed fields of grain.
Disgust took to each and everyone of their faces, where others smelt the life of the city in the night; they could only smell death. It was upon them to harbinge a message, one that would shake the decay to its core; the two moved in prefect unison and the others followed. It was time to go, a schedule to keep and after all there is nothing to fear but fear itself.
Disgust took to each and everyone of their faces, where others smelt the life of the city in the night; they could only smell death. It was upon them to harbinge a message, one that would shake the decay to its core; the two moved in prefect unison and the others followed. It was time to go, a schedule to keep and after all there is nothing to fear but fear itself.
