Forge was balanced on a tree branch and examined the two people. He
had followed them ever since they had entered the forest, his
Commando Knife at the ready. He was slightly confused, but decided
they weren't a threat. And if they turned out to be, he could just
eliminate them. He dropped from the branch with more noise than he
would have usually made to signal his presence.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Forge relaxed. "Tell me about it.' he smiled. Then he took off his
coat and showed an entire arsenal of pistols, machine guns, swords,
daggers and explosives inside. "We're on the same side. Take your
pick." he said and then went and leaned against a tree.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Forge nodded, rolling up the coat and putting it in his bag. Then
he sat down and started massaging his still bleeding wounds from an
android patrol he had destroyed the other day.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Thanks." he said, catching the bandages. "You'll need to go
somewhere else for a while. This requires me to take off my armor."
he muttered, removing his shoulder shield.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.