Who the hell is Steve? | CA Event (Closed)
Not the people he’s been told to fight, anyway, because those people he’s seen little of so far. What he’s seen, however, is the mobilization of forces from the Hive-- his Hive, not this one that was just suddenly there-- sent out with little more than some claimed need to fight for survival; a us-or-them mentality that he just couldn’t stand behind. Not this time.
So far, he’d subdued the stragglers, the smaller squads of the militia that’d lingered around the ‘portal’; trying to clear a way to the city, perhaps even catch a glimpse of the supposed threat.
There was still the possibility that he’d been wrong. The signs of destruction he’d glimpsed from his City, fire and ice alike raging, explosions that surely couldn’t have been caused by any human-made weapon-- he had little idea who was responsible for it, but he intended to find out.
... Right after he found out who was responsible for the constant itching feeling that he was being watched. Followed. Soldiers had dropped even when he’d caused far too little damage to them for that to be the result.
He had a shadow.
The captain turned, eyes carefully scanning the surrounding area; over the bodies and streets, the alleys, the carnage and havoc that’d been wreaked long before he’d even set foot there. Did he dare call out? The fighting should’ve drawn attention to him already, if noise was an issue.
... Yeah, he was gonna get nowhere quick if he kept to just looking for that shadow.
“You gonna creep after me all day? Because believe me, pal, I’d much rather get on with my life and not have to worry ‘bout gettin’ sniped while I’m tryin’ my best to do some good here.”
He kept his shield raised, shifting back to put his back against the wall. One less angle to worry about.