Camulous Smithson wrote:"You heard wrong. The good ones are on our side. I don't want anyone who isn't in my city. They know that too."
Xyon's spine chilled slightly as he caught the captain's tone, realised what he'd said. He swallowed, hard, although with being so tall above Camulous it was probable the captain wouldn't notice.
He poked around his mind for a little while, bringing up a few memories from the Calhoun guard - patrolling the streets, him and his brother walking side-by-side in their armour, laughing and joking as the other side of the city burned - the fallens, swooping down, slitting his brother from ear to ear - his brother's facial expression as he fell to his knees, then pitched down in the dust...
He closed his eyes, briefly, and quelled the tide of flashbacks, forcing himself to focus on the task in hand. Swallowing again, he blinked several times to hold back the tears as he remembered his brother.I will speak with him tonight
, he thought to himself, just let me work for now
Shaking his head briefly, Xyon looked down at his CO, his eyes shimmering with nostalgia and respect for the man at his side. As his mind raced, millions of possible responses flooded his thoughts, but the one he chose was this:
"Of course, sir. It makes sense."
With a sigh, Xyon turned back to face front, and scanned the district as they walked slowly past. Nobody seemed to notice them, initially, although as he watched a few people started trying to act a lot less suspiciously than they had been previously.
Camulous Smithson wrote:"In the ground, Xyon."
Xyon stopped dead, stared at Camulous' face, and a shiver flew up his spine all over again. Written on the captain's face was determination, anger, and a whole host of other things Xyon could only imagine about.
Unfortunatley, Xyon had a good imagination, and thus he was immensly relieved when Cam's face took on a softer tone, and slapped him on the arm in a friendly fashion. Few men could command Xyon's respect these days, especially here, in Marn. Camulous was one of those few.
Camulous Smithson wrote:"Good way to train your first day. Who needs backup? Not us. Observe."
Xyon followed as Camulous wandered over to a worker, who was busy minding his own, and watched the whole exchange unfold. Aside from a few tentative glances at the giant before him, the man seemed merely curious, a man doing his best to cooperate, and yet wanting to get away at the same time.
Eventually, Camulous let him go with a warning about the men they were chasing, and once the man was safely gone, conversation resumed.
Camulous Smithson wrote:"He wasn't hiding anything. We should head on."
With a satisfied look on his captain's face, Xyon knew without words that the next one would be his domain. Training with different forces wa always different, but the structure remained: I do one, you copy, we learn from each other.
Xyon was grateful for the time the captain was taking to train him, and especially enjoyed seeing Camulous in action. No, that wasn't it. Xyon enjoyed seeing good police work being done. Camulous' work was just that, if he was any judge.
Setting off in a random direction, Xyon walked around a little, getting a feel for the district itself. The sun burning down on him caused him to sweat a little, and he'd forgotten how uncomfortable plate armour could be. Nevertheless, the stuff Camulous had issued him with, although being generally heavier than the usual guard armour, was exceptionally light, and allowed for good freedom of movement.
THe sun caught his armour, and glistened off the sweat on his brow, although it wasn't hard to tell he was sweating, since his fringe was soaked in the stuff. As he walked around, he noticed a group of three humans, almost huddled together, eating lunch in a small circle of friends.
As he approached, they stood up to greet him, raising their food as if it were proof of innocence of any crimes.
"Morning." he said, authoritatively, commanding respect in the very tone of the word.
"Morning officer." they replied, almost as one, not exactly enthusiastic.
"Everything in order here?" he asked, echoing Camulous earlier.
"Yessir, everythin's hunky dory round here today, officer." one of the men replied, having elected himself a sort of spokesperson for the group.
"Good, that's good to hear," Xyon continued, "Your name is...?" he let his voice trail off, not quite asking, not quite demanding... more... stating that he was to be told.
"Derver, sir. This ere's me mates Frell and Sarven. We're just out on our lunch, as yea see sir," here Derver held up what could have been the remnants of a loaf of bread that they'd split between them. He carried on, "Nothin' out of the ordinary here, boss."
"Very good. Well just keep your eyes open," Xyon commanded, again parroting Camulous whenever he faltered, "We're looking for two men we think are around here somewhere. You'd know them instantly if you saw them. If you do, let me know. Oh, and stay away from them."
"We'll do tha', officer. Thankee' for the kind warnin', " Derver answered, ever the helpful citizen. "Mind if we get back to our lunch now, sir? Onny' it's gonna go cold an' all... " he trailed off, letting the full implication of a cold lunch burrow into Xyon's conciousness.
"Of course," Xyon replied, "Thank you for your time." He turned, making his way back to the captain, who he hoped had been watching. Once he reached Camulous' side, he waited for some input from his CO.