posted on Jun, 2 2009 @ 12:59 AM
"It's quiet out here, Agent Reins."
"It usually is."
"Too quiet for me. Let's talk a bit."
"Very well, what would you like to talk about?"
"The word back at Haven 7 is that you're the best Watcher we have."
"Is that so?"
"It is, I've heard about you ever since I was assigned to the Judicial sector. Instructor Galreath told my Survival Basics class about how you
managed to evade a whole pack of ferals even with a gaping, bleeding wound and no Starlight or GPS systems to help you out. That's hardcore."
"All I did was stay downwind from them and hid in the floura. It wasn't anything other than common sense, really. What other bits of gossip did the
teachers at the Court fill your ears with, Sarese?"
"Let's see... that you were one of the first Pure survivors to be identified. That you were one of the last people to escape over the Yulan Line.
That your wife..."
"Let's not talk about my wife. Her loss is still very near to my heart."
"Oh, sorry sir! I didn't mean to try to hurt you or anything... I'm so sorry, Mr. Reins."
"It's alright, Sarese. One day, when more time has passed I might share some of my memories of her with you. But not now."
"Yes sir, understood. So, ummmm... how many Canary's have you had before me?"
"Two. Both young men, you're the first female assigned under my care."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"That depends on you, really. Trent, my first Canary, got himself eaten by ferals because he didn't listen to my warnings about straying from the
Watcher's Path on a mission to check out a broken transponder between Railston and Haven 7. They monitor those paths for a reason. It's a shame,
too, he was a bright kid and had a good heart about him. My next charge, Henry, went insane after our third excursion into the Lawless Zones."
"Insane? Why? What happened?"
"We had just crossed over the Yulan Line and were heading south, towards Freedman's Outpost. It was freezing cold that day, one of the coldest days
I can remember, and the snow was falling so hard neither one of us could see our hands in front of our faces. It wasn't long before I decided to find
shelter in the ruins of an old farmhouse I knew near the road."
"I was taught to always avoid old houses and ruins when traveling."
"As was I, Sarese, but there are times when you're better off chancing assumed dangers then you are challenging almost certain death. Anyways, we
took shelter in this farmhouse right as night began to set in, the snow and winds never letting up. We did a quick safety and security check then put
our gear down to get settled for the evening. I thought it would be a good idea to build a fire, since both Henry and I were shivering like hell and
the weather would keep the smoke from revealing our presence there."
"This already sounds spooky."
"Oh, it gets worse. We looked around the house for anything to burn, when this god-awful howl came from outside the window facing the barn. Henry
jumped almost a foot off of the floor and I felt the hairs stand on the back of my neck. I have never before and never since heard anything so evil
and hate-filled in my life."
"Lycanthropes? I hate those things, they give me the creeps!"
"Not exactly. Mind your holster, your gun is about to fall out."
"Eek, sorry sir. There we go. As you were saying..."
"Good girl. As I was saying, this howl came from what seemed like the barn out back. I checked my guns, told Henry to stay put and alert, and went to
investigate. I walked into the barn, turned on my hat-light, and let me tell you, seeing the flayed corpses of human beings nailed onto the walls of a
barn is one of the most horrid sights I've yet to see. Yes, it's as bad as you think. And in that moment, I heard Henry scream. I sprinted back to
the house, praying that he was alright and had just gotten scared. He was alive... but crucified against the wall. He kept babbling the word CROATAN
as I took him down and bandaged him."