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-after a short battle, the outnumbered Mercs retreated-
"Rebels! Regroup! Count the survivors and scavenge what you can find from the enemy." The commanding officer gave an order.
"Let's go boys!" Said an old man.
"Oh yeah, those Mercs sure always got the good stuff." A young man replied, then they all started searching whatever they can find from the dead bodies.
The sun sets down, night have come.
Devon, now exhausted, dismounted himself from the gun bunker. "Man, i hope they don't get back here."
An experienced looking man walked towards him.
"Nice shooting kid, some sharp eyes you got there."
"Uh, thanks?" Devon sits on the ground, trying to catch his breath.
"I guess you're gifted, or something, because sometimes, some people are more than meets the eye."
"(Did he find out already!?) What are talking about? Maybe I'm just lucky."
"If that's the case, then maaaybee i should stick with you, hoping your luck might rub off on me. Eh? Hehehe."
"(Whew, guess not.) Yeah, i was lucky. Was. My name's Devon by the way."
"Oh, so you're Devon eh? My name's Jackson, but you can call me Jack."
"(Have i told you my name somewhere?) Nice meeting you Jack."
"Nice to meet you too, anyway, i think you should go check the sickbay, that girlfriend of yours, she keep saying your name like it was some kind of prayer."
"(Girlfriend? But we just met.) Oh, right. I'll be going then."
"Ey wait, gimme back my handgun."
"(Handgun? What handg--) Eh? Oh this? Yeah, here, i forgot i put that in my pocket. Hehehe."
-Devon returned the old M1911-
"You seem to like this gun," Jack walks to sickbay.
"Yeah, a little." Devon joins him.
"This is an antique kid, you use this to kill people, right? I say, you should sell this. BUT, in this kind of era, you gotta use what you can find."
"Yeah, but bullets are hard to find this days right?"
"You're catching up fast kid! Hehe. Yeah it sure is hard to find, that's why we, Rebels still use swords and bows as an alternative self defense tools."
"I see..."
"And, i saw you running to the gate, you were unarmed."
"Yeah, i gotta save her. She saved my life too, once."
"Heh, classic, somebody saved you and you vowed to save theirs. Loyalty."
"(Classic?) Yeaaahh, sorta like that?"
"In that case, here, keep it. Might help you in tight spots."
-Jack gave Devon his old M1911 with 5 spare magazines, and a sheathed survival knife-
"Now, don't expect a dinner and a date. Hehehe."
"For me? Uh, thanks but, Are you sure about the gun? It looks somehow special to you."
"Naahh, i stole that gun from a Merc, my first kill. Hehehe."
-they stopped near the sickbay tent-
"Go and check that girlfriend of yours ok? Heheh, i still got some paperwork reports to send to HQ, see ya!" Then Jack runs to the Tower.
