Chapter 11

The Fyre Chronicles: The Parody


Complaint about spelling count = 11

Also, before anybody becomes confused the { and } brackets marks the main characters thoughts

Plumes of vapour spread out to fog the windscreen of the ramshackle ute. The air outside was below zero, inside the cab of the ute, the temperature was cold enough to break to small steel flask in a matter of moments. Rawr was only slightly more comfortable in his dark long coat with his hood pulled up and the long tial end wrapped around his legs. Rawr growled with frustration as he twisted the stopper on the flask. How damn far away is this diner? Rawr upturned the flask and emptied the bitterly cold liquid into his throat. He gritted his teeth against his clenched stomach and stared out into the storm. After two weeks of watching and hundreds of hours in collective Intel, Rawr had finally confirmed his targets and their activities. Two of the Yce had been actively killing off others with Tempest powers before they could be rescued by their respective sects by luring them into the only hospitable place for kilometres around. Long story short, the targets were killing people before they were found by the Fyre and trained. Rawr muttered aloud, “Hey Freeman, hope you haven’t lost your nerve.” Beside him a form began to materialize, Rawr hated the way the Steam agent kept disappearing when he lest expected it. Strictly speaking, the different sects of the Tempest weren’t always out to kill each other, the sects existed at an uneasy truce that stopped all out war. But if a side were to ignore the truce then the victim’s side was free to extract vengeance. In this way, a balance was kept with out every chance meeting becoming a blood bath. Because the two offending Yce were not only eliminating people from the Fyre but Steam as well, Steam ambassadors insisted that any attempt at payback would be conducted with someone of Steam there to help and “assure our revenge too”. As far as people came Rawr didn’t mind Freeman all that much, he never really talked or tried to start a conversation but suited Rawr just fine. Through the driving whether the feeble headlights reached out into the gloom. The ute ground to a halt and Rawr reached across Freeman to roughly open the door. “Right then, you remember the plan, stick here until I signal for you and them come fast”. Freeman nodded and broke up to floated away on the wind. The plan was relatively simple. Rawr was drinking freezing cold water to dull his Fyre to dupe the two Yce into thinking he was someone who only recently had the Fyre awaken in them. When they thought they had him taken, Freeman would burst in and distract them long enough for Rawr to warm-up to full strength and help subdue them in order to take them into custody. It was a few more minutes of driving through the storm before a brief flicker of light penetrated the gloom. Slowly the old ute pulled up in front of the structure, basking in the hallow glow of the landing lights. Rawr stepped from the cab and cast his eyes around. Several other vehicles where also resting in front of the building. {Superb…witnesse}, Rawr pushed himself through the snow towards the door and pushed it open.



The inside of the seedy diner wasn’t much warmer than outside so most of the patrons kept their heavy snow gear donned. Rawr nearly groaned aloud at the display of Yce patriotism and only narrowly reined his contempt. He took two confident strides before muttering and slowing his strong strides to a shuffle, adopting a more hunched figure. If there was one thing Rawr wasn’t, it was subtle. The cold leather of the bar stool creaked as he placed his weight on it. A scrawny man came to a stop across the counter “Care for anything?” With Rawr’s face hidden by his hood, he carefully studied the man before him noting that unlike the patrons he wasn’t wearing warm clothes, this was one of the two he was searching for but with his Fyre dulled by the icy drink in his belly Rawr didn’t dare make a move now. “Yes, I would deeply appreciate a steaming hot cup of your strongest coffee thank you.” He nodded and yelled without turning “Charlotte, we got a fellow here who needs a bit of firing up. Strongest dark we got!” normally Rawr would have rolled his eyes at the use of such a obvious code word but he was being showered in the mans spittle and so was forced to keep his eyes shut tight. The person who’s name was Charlotte come out to the front to confirm the order, despite the obvious name Rawr was astonished that his second target was female. It was rare through not unheard of that there were female’s possessing the Tempest, most were still born or suffered from deformities that ordinary people passed off a genetic defects such as Down’s Syndrome, which is actual caused by the Tempest only half “infecting” (for a lack off better terms) the subject. Biologically, many females simply weren’t hardy enough to handle the Tempest. Many people had never seen there first birthday because the Tempest was awakened in them before they were strong enough to cope with it. Charlotte was a rather plain woman with high cheek bones the only thing putting her above dead average, at least, average in Rawr’s book. She too didn’t seem fazed by the evident cold. She gave Rawr a quick but clearly insincere smile before turning to the man “Tom when did he come in, he looks like his been stuck in a blizzard all day all alone.” {You don’t know the half of it lady} Tom looked critical at her as though seriously considering her {Now she plays the sweet wife and the husband here will crack} Tom sighed and flipped his palm at her before walking off to see to other customers {Here it comes the inevitable offer} Charlotte turned her gaze down on Rawr who returned a scrutinises glare. “So, come round here often?” she asked {Any moment now} “I travel a lot but it’s my first time here. I like variety and quite frankly I can’t stand to stay in one place for too long” Rawr replied. {Well, well somebody is taking their time} Charlotte smiled before asking “So, do you see much of the world then?” Rawr was beginning to lose patients, {This is taking longer than I thought}, he struggled to pull off a sincere smile, Rawr wasn’t extremely expressive so this was a major accomplishment for him. “Well yes but it does get lonesome sometimes without company, especially on these long trips” {Come on you dumb bitch, take the bloody bait already!} Her smile changed form false charm to a genuine smile. The kind of smile one might see on a new tyrant contemplating his next victory. She leaned closer and whispered into his ear “If it’s company your looking for, head ‘round the back to the far end, there’s a door there, I’ll be waiting for you” she gave him a seductive leer before leaving. Before she could move away from the counter Rawr snatched at her arm. She barely concealed her frustration before turning back, sickening grin already in place. Have Rawr not been noticing, her brief flicker of irritation would had gone unawares. “Yes?” she said. “Don’t I get me coffee?” Rawr asked suddenly concerned. The entire plan hinged in that coffee to warm him up so he could defend himself with the Fyre. Rawr quickly checked to see if Freeman’s signalling device was still in his pocket. The device was a tight knot of Steam that Freeman explained with minimal words that would alert him to assist when help was needed. But Rawr didn’t harbour hopes that Freeman would come and save him if things went bad. Many of these kinds of Op’s frequently had causality’s that “couldn’t be saved” by the survivors. Charlotte spoke, interrupting his grim thoughts “After I’m finished with you I’ll give you as many coffee’s as you like” Rawr knew he was treading on thin ice here “Doesn’t your husband know about this?” he asked, trying to stall for time. He could hear her teeth grating as she replied “That doddering oaf I have sent else where. Come to me before I change my mind!” Rawr knew that if he missed his chance now then he would need to try and capture them out in the open. With ordinary people about as witnesses, he knew no amount of money could bribe them in staying quite forever. Rawr sighed inwardly, this would be a much simpler if he need only kill the two offending Yce. But due to strict protocol he needed to capture them for trial and, unofficially, probed for information. Those two Yce however would have no qualms about killing him and Freeman {If Freeman hasn’t already scampered off that is} With a soft curse, more directed at politicians in general rather than his predicament he nodded and scraped his stool as he headed for the door. He wasn’t particularly worried about the situation. Rawr had been in many a life and death situation before. His talent for getting out of such trouble was legend. Even more so in the other sects of the Tempest. And Charlotte was about to find out why.
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