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duty.
“We have never shot one, but we have had problems with them in the past,” he replied. “I don’t agree with a lot of King Silas’s policies, especially when they encroach on the laws we have set down in Aras, all I’m saying is if it looks bad... shoot to kill.”
“You’re being very vague,” I said dryly, we turned another corner, this time heading back down to the square.
Greyson didn’t answer, and I didn’t expect him to. Greyson was the leader of Aras, and I respected that. I knew better than to pry for information and I knew with even more certainty that he would never tell me something he didn’t want to reveal. I didn’t press anymore, I focused my vision forward and we continued to walk down the street towards the main part of Aras.
“I would rather you be in ear shot, but I’ll give-” Greyson began but I cut him off.
“I can hear better than anyone I know, I won’t need a signal,” I said, I reached behind me to grab my M16 which I had strapped across my back and opened it up to make sure all my rounds were loaded.
    “Needless to say, if I pull my left ear... aim for the head,” Greyson said, he started to walk ahead of me, towards the house that Leo and himself shared. “And if the legionnaires start firing, get the ones closest to Leo.”
    Always lookin’ out for the husband.
“How long until he gets here?” I called after him, clicking the magazine back into the loader and dug into my pocket for its sniper scope.
“Get in place now,” he called back. A few of our residence looked on at the two of us with curiosity, but I paid them no mind. Even though I was still young, probably sixteen or seventeen at the time, they had already known to stay well away from me; especially when I was holding my favourite gun.
Almost on cue, a vicious snarl erupted from the north side of Aras. The low and menacing growl reverberated in my chest like a deep bass. A few moments later it was met with several other equally angry growls; shaking my ribcage like a bomb going off. It was the decons, they had spotted King Silas’s entourage and had acted like they were trained to. Like pack animals tended to, they riled each other up and soon the whole town was full of excited yelps, deep growls and even the occasional electrical snap as one of them tested the electrical fence that separated the decons from the greywastes outside.
    I always found it amusing watching the decons reactions to strangers approaching Aras, as the sadistic bastard I was I found it funny when they threw themselves against the electric fence. Too stupid to remember the consequences, or too excited to give a damn in the moment perhaps. Either way it gave me a chuckle to watch the dog go ridged, crying out in shock, then fall over, pissing its self. Though that didn’t compare at all to how funny it was when a desperate rat tried it, though they never got up after trying to escape. Which might have been smart on their part, it was a quicker less brutal death then what the decons would be doing to it.
    I started walking towards the tallest building overlooking the square, screwing the sniper scope onto my gun as I walked. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, and casually strolled into the building.
    The building was one of the main ones used in the city, and it housed a lot of Aras’s residence. At one point it probably had a proper name but around here it was known as the Red House. A large red bricked apartment building with ten units per floor and five floors. I was headed for the fourth floor, high up enough that I wouldn’t be easily spotted, but low enough I would have a clear shot of the mercer if I needed it.
The Red House was in good shape and had been well maintained over the years. The stairs had been replaced and the walls had been cleaned of mold, even a few of the apartment units had been renovated to look half decent. We had an entire work force in Aras whose jobs were to renovate and maintain the