Odyssey (DW FANFIC)

Reunification, part 2.

"Bounty accomplished."
A module In his kill-warrant goggles spoke out.

The man walks away.
As the target dies of bloodloss.

He climbs up a ladder up to the surface.
Seeing only the dark clouds in the sky.
He eventually gets up to the surface meeting a woman with a crown walking towards a building holding a modified sledge hammer.

"Crime database: Deserter, murder, theft."
The module spoke out.

The man shrugs and silently sprints to the rear of the woman.
Preparing his axe for a strike on her back.
But spotting a red outline on a tower.
A sniper.

Meanwhile.
The hivemind and Mao Zedong the berserker were discussing their situation and how they can survive.
Until the riskrunner opens the door spotting the berserker.

"MORGAN! ARE YOU SIDING WITH THE ENEMY!?" The riskrunner shouted.
Preparing to grab his sling-mounted Vulcan.

"Now now, I've been talking to your friend right now. So uhhhhh-"
Said the berserker.

"Trust me Gordon, I am not siding with the target. But I'll not kill him for now." The hivemind said.

The riskrunner is still cautious, but listens in just watching.

"Alright, hmmmm we should wrap this out for now. We need to survive and once we find our team Mao. You're gonna be probed, then killed." Said the hivemind.

"Sadly, sadly."
The berserker says.

15 minutes later.

The pilot and the rest of the agents are wandering around, eventually going back to the crossroads.
Using their specialized respirators to survive and see through the storm's toxic smog and mist.
They see the castle, repaired and actually looking pretty fortified.
They also spot the warehouse, spotting a group of agents fighting another group of agents.
They observe them from afar.
Spotting the 2 groups fight each other.

"Jesus, dang the 6th wave already came?" The Blitzer said, surprised.

"Seems so, But I do have to question why the fuck is our colleagues fighting each other?"
The pilot said, checking his AGENT device.

"Not so sure, but we'll have to focus on surviving."
The crosslink said, the contagion growing in minutes inside him making half of is hair pale white due to the lack of melanin in that area.

"Aight, let's go. We can't let anyone spot us for now."
Said the pilot, climbing down the steep mountain cliffs.

The agents climbed downed following the pilot.

Wandering from the crashed deathsquad ship to the valley.
And eventually. To the outpost.

They scavenged the tables, and lockers. And got upstairs.

The sounds of explosions, the buzz of experimental nanobugs.
And gunfire roars in the distance.
The thick blue mist almost made the agents that were scavenging almost invisible to the untrained eye.

They decided to camp in the valley for a little while.
Hiding, preparing and planning.

Meanwhile.