The Black Squad
Saigid, Kakhach and Lyutich We have almost arrived in the city. They decided that a better place to find information about where the president is could be through the mayor of the city.
Saigid watches Kakhach and Lyutich, his expression hard and unreadable. He glances around at the city, taking in the details.
"This place gives me the creeps," he mutters under his breath. "But if we're going to find the president... we need to talk to whoever's in charge."
He turns his attention back to Kakhach. "You sure about this mayor thing?" he asks skeptically.
"You mean it's possible that the mayor is also on the president's side? No, I don't think so," says kahach.
"I doubt that your intelligence can be trusted," Lyutich says skeptically, scratching his bald head.
Saigid rolls his eyes at the back-and-forth between Lyutich and Kakhach.
They're acting like damn children arguing over candy. It's infuriating.
"Stop squabbling, the both of you," he growls irritably. "We're here for information, remember? Not for you two to bicker like two gossiping old ladies."
They reached the mayor's office. The whole building was full of people.
Saigid glances around at the bustling crowd in the mayor's office, his irritation growing. "This is a circus," he mutters under his breath. "How are we supposed to get anything done with this many people?"
Kakhach climbs a small wall that serves as a decorative fence. He shouts at the whole crowd, "Everyone go home! We have a case here!"
Saigid pretended he didn't know the man in question.
Saigid cringes visibly at Kakhach's loud, obnoxious proclamation. It's like the man enjoys drawing attention to himself.
He shakes his head, muttering a curse under his breath. "Seriously, who the hell does this guy think he is? Shouting at people, acting like he owns the place..."
He glances at Kakhach, a look of utter disdain on his face. "You're insufferable, you know that, right?"
Saigid turns to Lyutich, clearly annoyed. "Is it just me, or is he even more ridiculous when he's trying to be authoritative?"
"He's always been like this," Lyutich replies, scratching his head. "I don't know how he survived this long."
Saigid scoffs, crossing his arms. "Lucky, probably. Or maybe the world just hasn't gotten around to killing him yet."
His red eyes scan the dispersing crowd—too many faces, too many whispers. Something feels off.
Then, quietly: "...We should've brought the damn spider-pet."
"I think it's got a lot of attention, a lot of attention."
Saigid rolls his eyes, his irritation evident again. "Great," he mutters sarcastically. "Attention is exactly what we don't need. We're trying to lay low."
He glances at the dispersing crowd, still feeling that unsettling sense of unease.
"Something's not right," he says, voice tense. "The people here are acting... strange. Too eager to leave. It's almost like they're...."
He trails off, an unnerving idea beginning to form in his mind.
"...like they're being controlled."
Saigid's fingers twitch at his side, energy humming faintly beneath his skin. His crimson eyes narrow as he watches the last of the crowd shuffle out—too quiet, too obedient.
"Kakhach," he says sharply, "get down from there before you make us look even more like fools."
He steps toward Lyutich, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"That mayor? He's either already dead... or not who we think he is."
"Or there's a president inside," Lyutich said in a whisper.
Saigid frowns at Lyutich's words, the unease in his gut intensifying. "That's not a comforting thought," he mutters, a cold edge to his voice.
He scans the deserted hallway, every muscle in his body taut. He's on high alert, every fiber of his being on guard.
"...We need to be careful," he says quietly, eyes flicking back toward the mayor's office. "We're probably walking into a damn trap."
Suddenly, the roof of the building is blown away by a very strong wind. And in the sky, Loku's former vice president stands on a huge crow. He was wearing armor and in his hands was a staff on which there were several crystals of different colors tied.
The mayor himself and the masked man came out of the mayor's office. Which, as it turned out, is called Crystal. After that, the Fermiris president himself left the same office.
Saigid was hiding among the crowd of people from Crystal's gaze. As well as Lyutich and Kakhach, but the latter is more interesting about the huge crow.
Loku tore off one of the tethered crystals from the staff and threw it directly at the mayor's building. All people, step aside from what has been thrown. Smoke formed at the crash site. This smoke conveyed the image of the Loku that was on the raven.
"Well, President Drago!" He said sarcastically.
Saigid curses under his breath as the roof of the building is blown away, his heart rate spiking.
The appearance of Loku—along with the rest of the damn parade of political figures—only serves to heighten his unease. And seeing the mayor himself come out alongside Crystal...
It's like the worst case scenario, come to life.
"This just... fantastic," he mutters dryly. "We've walked into the middle of a damn political drama. Now, we're caught between three damn psychos."