Garret was mulling over his teacher's teachings, thinking on the varying uses for the techniques. When he entered the lunch room, he saw something he should have expected. Hasan sat down next to him and saw the same sight. "Ho ho ho ho. This is what happens when you join in on their side of things."
Garret looked to Hasan, raising his eyebrow. "It doesn't matter to me what the outcome is. They paid me to do a job, and I got it done. It looks to me like they might need more help, though." Garret smiled. He was trading the contraband to the guards for Huang, so he was essentially getting paid Huang for these jobs; he cared not for the contraband. Garret stood up with his food and walked over to the sight both Hasan and himself had seen; the Blue Mercs all battered and bruised. Many eyes were on Garret as he walked there. Though there was nothing but peace conveyed in his movements there was a certain tension in the air. Garret, tray in hand, spoke to the second in command of the Blue Mercs. "Mind if I sit?"
The man was upset, clearly, but moved over to give Garret some room. "What are you here for?" The second in command asked. Garret could see various bruises over the man's body.
Garret whistled and then spoke. "It looks like somebody did a number on your boys. You guys looking for help again?" When he asked, he drummed his fingers across the desk in a fluid manner. "I would think about twice of what we did last time would be a fair price."
The second in command stared at Garret in shock for a moment before containing quiet laughter. "I don't care who you think you are, you couldn't stand up against all of The Manifest just by yourself. Their group completely wiped us to the ground. Our men are even thinking about disbanding. Saying it's not safe anymore." He shook his head in defeat. "Tell you what, you manage to do somthing about them and not only will we double what we gave you last time, but we'll throw in a little something extra, as well. But it's your funeral, kid. Don't blame us if you go and get yourself crippled."
Garret smiled. "A deal, then." Agreeing to the terms, Garret stood once again and walked over to where Hasan was sitting to finish his meal. "Old man, looks like I'll be going after the entire group this time. What do you think?" Garret explained the details, and Hasan looked at him and shook his head.
"Boy, you'll most likely have to use techniques from the Island of Tranquility Kata, as well as some of the techniques from the Flowing Rock Destruction Kata. Think on it, as these are the only clues I'll give you. The rest is up to your own strength. Ho ho ho ho." Hasan focused on his food, or at least what the prison called 'food', and left Garret to do his thing.
Garret recalled the memories of their training, specifically the Island of Tranquility Kata and the Flowing Rock Destruction Kata...
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Word count: 530/1500
Garret looked to Hasan, raising his eyebrow. "It doesn't matter to me what the outcome is. They paid me to do a job, and I got it done. It looks to me like they might need more help, though." Garret smiled. He was trading the contraband to the guards for Huang, so he was essentially getting paid Huang for these jobs; he cared not for the contraband. Garret stood up with his food and walked over to the sight both Hasan and himself had seen; the Blue Mercs all battered and bruised. Many eyes were on Garret as he walked there. Though there was nothing but peace conveyed in his movements there was a certain tension in the air. Garret, tray in hand, spoke to the second in command of the Blue Mercs. "Mind if I sit?"
The man was upset, clearly, but moved over to give Garret some room. "What are you here for?" The second in command asked. Garret could see various bruises over the man's body.
Garret whistled and then spoke. "It looks like somebody did a number on your boys. You guys looking for help again?" When he asked, he drummed his fingers across the desk in a fluid manner. "I would think about twice of what we did last time would be a fair price."
The second in command stared at Garret in shock for a moment before containing quiet laughter. "I don't care who you think you are, you couldn't stand up against all of The Manifest just by yourself. Their group completely wiped us to the ground. Our men are even thinking about disbanding. Saying it's not safe anymore." He shook his head in defeat. "Tell you what, you manage to do somthing about them and not only will we double what we gave you last time, but we'll throw in a little something extra, as well. But it's your funeral, kid. Don't blame us if you go and get yourself crippled."
Garret smiled. "A deal, then." Agreeing to the terms, Garret stood once again and walked over to where Hasan was sitting to finish his meal. "Old man, looks like I'll be going after the entire group this time. What do you think?" Garret explained the details, and Hasan looked at him and shook his head.
"Boy, you'll most likely have to use techniques from the Island of Tranquility Kata, as well as some of the techniques from the Flowing Rock Destruction Kata. Think on it, as these are the only clues I'll give you. The rest is up to your own strength. Ho ho ho ho." Hasan focused on his food, or at least what the prison called 'food', and left Garret to do his thing.
Garret recalled the memories of their training, specifically the Island of Tranquility Kata and the Flowing Rock Destruction Kata...
OOC:
Word count: 530/1500