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“Okay.” He had nothing left to say. He was on a mission and he was going to focus on it. It was easier than trying to bond and get to know one another. Gabriel doubted his time with the pirates would last long; he didn’t belong. It was a means to an end. A way to further his own goals. It was simpler that way. It was how he preferred to live his life. He knew he’d join the army. Simple. He knew he’d help save lives. Simple. He didn’t know he’d end up killing innocents in the name of a tyrant. That sent him into a tailspin, and now he was desperate to revert back to a form of simplicity, a form of ignorance. “I think I see one to the right up there.” He pointed up as they walked through the mines.
“That’s a good observation.” His eyes trailed the walls, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “I think you’re right. There is nothing coincidental in the war. It’s all coordinated. I don’t know what it all means yet, but someone is trying to destroy something.” Blue eyes moved to the ground in a desperate search for human life. “Could be the City of Iron. If they can’t have the mines, no one can.” So quick to blame the people he still saw as the enemy. A fact that had been drilled into his head over and over. One he would never shake. Coming to a sudden holt, he held a hand up, signaling his companion to stop. “Look. Footprints. They could be old, but they are staying towards the right. We should follow them and see where it takes us.”
Cyrus followed Gabriel, mostly looking at his tablet. The last thing he wanted was to get lost in there. Something felt bad about all of it and it was going to annoy him as long as he was in the caverns, he couldn’t way to get the mission over with and move on. Yet, at the same time he feared what was going to be out there, what was waiting for them. He looked up. “Okay, yeah, that’s one,” he agreed, then plugged his tablet in there, waiting for the two to sync. There was a short bleep sound when the upload was complete. “I got it.”
Cyrus shook his head. “Could be Wheats, too,” he said. “Neither of them are going to do well without the mines, however.” In all honesty, he thought it was Dust. If there were no mines, then there was no reason for the armies to fight over it. “Alright,” he said, following the other further into the cavern. He checked the path, “this is a death end, though.” Cyrus said. And sure enough, the closer they got, soon a huge barricade of iron bars waited for them. “Did they just disappear?”












