3rd Vision [Voice]
[Pilot still hasn't slept or eaten since his last transmission. This is probably a bad thing, but it's not stopping him.
The blacksmith was able to furnish him with several firearms and a couple of knives. All much, much more antiquated than even the outdated old shit he used in the army, but a few hours of cleaning and practice made him feel relatively comfortable wielding them.
Now he's standing outside the temple grounds, smoking as he walks cautiously through the fog. He's no stranger to fog; patroling around Venice Beach and Marina Del Ray in the early hours had him well used to the chilly blanket that rolled in from the ocean every morning. But this feels different. Threatening. Choking.
He shouldn't be out here. He shouldn't be in the middle of this.
But something is telling him that this is where he's meant to be, where he has to be.
Bumping the communciator accidentally as he checks his holster for the twelfth time, Pilot's voice murmurs quietly over the network as he sings under his breath.]
And when there's nowhere else to run, is there room for one more son ...
The blacksmith was able to furnish him with several firearms and a couple of knives. All much, much more antiquated than even the outdated old shit he used in the army, but a few hours of cleaning and practice made him feel relatively comfortable wielding them.
Now he's standing outside the temple grounds, smoking as he walks cautiously through the fog. He's no stranger to fog; patroling around Venice Beach and Marina Del Ray in the early hours had him well used to the chilly blanket that rolled in from the ocean every morning. But this feels different. Threatening. Choking.
He shouldn't be out here. He shouldn't be in the middle of this.
But something is telling him that this is where he's meant to be, where he has to be.
Bumping the communciator accidentally as he checks his holster for the twelfth time, Pilot's voice murmurs quietly over the network as he sings under his breath.]
And when there's nowhere else to run, is there room for one more son ...