by Dave Austin
We didn't know anything, we were in the dark, and it twisted our insides.
"Probably. I feel like I have to apologize for my father being so ruthless." Maggie said.
"It's not your fault. What we have to think about now is what to do. I won't standstill. I can't. I want to cause them as much pain as they caused us." Elisa said.
"We have to call somebody for help and be picked up. Besides, we need to show the recording to someone and get a new watcher." I said, speaking along the way, nonstop, "I know someone. A girl who was with me at the academy. She is excellent at this."
I groped Ashen's cloak pockets until I found his cell phone. The screen was scratched, but it still worked. It was only 12% battery and the image was hazy.
"Three. Cardinal." Ashen murmured.
I pressed those buttons, and a soft male voice asked me who I was when he didn't recognize my voice. He also asked me who was the leader of my squadron and why I was calling him. Apparently, the rules said only Ashen could communicate with them. I didn't have time for bureaucracy.
I gave him a summary of what we'd been through. I told him about the human-robot, Kendra's and Ashen's state, and I ended by saying that the base had burned to the ground until there was no more than charred wood and ashes left.
"I've already sent someone there. They will take your colleague and Ashen to our hospital. You and the rest will be brought here. If what you say is true, the rest of the groups will have to be informed." The man said, the voice getting more severe as he spoke, "It should take 15 minutes. You did good, Crash. That's your Hunter name, right? I already have my list of names here."
I told him yes, thanked him, and waited for him to hang up.
There I stayed, with an arm wrapped around Elisa's warm body, under the fireflies that had not yet departed and the flames that dissipated throughout the air. The world was rotten. Being a Hunter had not become as hopeful as I expected. I hadn't put a smile on more people's faces than the ones I'd found out had given up on life. I had wounded friends, and success was a long way off. But I still hadn't quit. I couldn't. Because as long as there was something I could do, as long as I could fight, I wouldn't let the world plummet into darkness.
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