A cheshire smile spread across the boy’s face as he trailed after the journalist ; whoever this guy was, he was looking for trouble poking his nose around where he shouldn’t.
Journalists seeking the truth were bound to have a bullet put clean through their skulls and have their limbs scattered across the streets to make an example for the rest of them. Ace, however, was overjoyed seeing the bravery in people like Clive; full of courage to help take back the city that was over run by the mob.
“You know, blue isn’t exactly a great color to go sneaking around in, chap.“ Ace chuckled, finally showing himself to the older man. “Are you apart of the media? Heh, I hope you’re armed.“ Ace paused, eyeing Clive with a finger tapping his chin. “You old enough to be poking around like this? You look pretty young.“ he remarked, despite having a baby face himself.