"What happened to you!"
A loud voice broke the conversation Pheo and Ryu were in.
They went quiet when they heard the mysterious voice.
Both of them began to move silently, leaning to the wall as they went to the edge of a wall and began eavesdropping on what was happening.
"Do you realize that I can only cover up so much for you?" Someone spoke out.
Pheo took a peek, seeing a young man. He wore white clothes that were stained red, with pants full of pockets.
Horrible outfit to wear in a mine
Pheo thought as he looked at the state of his clothes. The stains of blood in his shirt also made him cautious of him.
He leaned in further to see who he was talking to.
"I have never asked you to do anything, Wing" Don responded to him.
"Have you been doing well?" He tried to start up a new conversation.
Don looked at Pheo, startling him. It made Pheo quickly pull himself out of view.
He turned to Ryu and whispered, "There's some new guy there with Don"
Ryu's eyes glistened after hearing this, "So do we fight them both?"
"I'll let you pick who to take"
"No!" Pheo said as loud as he could while whispering, "We wait for an opportunity to get past them"
"Wouldn't it be faster if we just beat the both of them up though?" He whined out.
Pheo looked at him with an angry face. He pulled Ryu's shirt and punched his recently healed wound.
"Ow ow ow ow!" Ryu curled up, holding the wound with both of his hands.
"You're in no condition to fight" Pheo reminded him both physically and verbally, making him quiet down.
"Now help me listen to find the right time to go past them"
The both of them sat down, hiding themselves as they waited for the right time to slip away.
"You can't skim past this with a question, Don" Wing told him
"You took a step too far" He told him, "Not only did you enforce slavery but also held the mayor of The Free City's son hostage"
"I only do what I must" Don told him.
"Although I don't know who exactly you are referring to"
Wing was annoyed, countless times he tried to convince others that Don wasn't in his right mind.
He knew that Don was a good person, they worked countless days and nights together as private military contractors.
They talked again and again on how much they hated the criminals they dealt with.
So why did he become one of them?
He took a deep breath, "Then what is it you must do? Don"
"Continue to pursue wealth with a serial killer and a psychopath?" He asked, "On my way here, did you know how many children I saw Warhound slaughter?"
Don's eyes twitched, "Slaughter?"
"He isn't someone who would enjoy such an act" He told him, "He'll regret it the moment he realizes"
"If he isn't then whose blood stained my shirt?" Wing's voice trembled as he spoke. He showed a bloodstain of a child's hand on his shirt, further proving his point.
"You know, I chose to lead the task force for this. I rushed straight down here, past children who desperately called for me to help them"
"Just to meet you"
Wing cracked his neck, a habit that Don knew well. "I came here to fix my old partner's mistakes"
He held his hand out, and from it a blue light shone. An outline of a revolver formed, slowly condensing itself to form a physical object.
"I never realized that my time was worth so much that you would blind yourself to murder" Don told Wing.
"If you went through such lengths to get to me, I might as well make it worth your time"
Don unsheathed a long blade, thin and sharp. He flaunted it with his right hand, displaying the skillfulness and the blade's craftsmanship.
"I'll let you have the honors" He said, waiting patiently in his stance.
Wing was disappointed in the way he acted.
"No other way, huh?"
He looked at his gun, resolving himself to face the person he fought side by side with.
"I'll make sure you live to regret your mistakes"
As soon as those words left his mouth, the fight began.