Forge got up. "Stay here. I'm leaving my bag here, if you need
anything chances are it'll be in there. I'll be back in less than
two hours, okay?" Then he ran off to locate Draco.
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.
Half an Hour Later
Forge saw a gas station with the shutters down. He took out his
Shotgun and advanced. He kicked down the door. "Anyone there?"
Forge shouted. He already knew the answer was 'yes'. There were
footprints in the dust.
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.
"Tricky." said Forge, noticing that the footprints doubled back and
went outside. He started running, using his knowledge of the wind.
And the drops of blood were like huge signs to him. After a while,
those stopped. He looked around. "Draco!" he shouted.
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.
"Draco, if you're hearing me, Amy is looking for you. That's all
I'm gonna say." Forge knew Draco was here somewhere, just within
hearing range. Somewhere high. He just couldn't tell where.
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.