Auron walked along the Mi’hen Highroad. It was sunny as usual. Not to hot. Not to cold. Just right. Not a lot of people were traveling along the highroad today. The most Auron had seen were three chocobos, four ordinary people, and two Yevon soldiers.
Auron was wearing his usual garb. Sunglasses, big red trenchcoat, armor, black pants, black armored boots, big sword in hilt. Not much different from every other day. He even had his jug of whiskey with him.
A Raldo suddenly dashed out in front of him. A Raldo was one of those small brown fiends, with that hard shell, that Auron loved to kill. He remembered the days with Braska, where he took much pleasure in killing them on the Mi’hen Highroad, and then roasting them for dinner that night.
(Boy, were they good!) Auron thought with a wicked smile on his face.
But Auron had no time for fun and games. He drew out his sword quickly, jogged over to the Raldo, and slammed his sword down on it’s stubby arm. With a cry of pain, the Raldo dropped to the floor, and disappeared, the pyreflies floating away.
Auron continued up the hill, until he saw Rin’s Travel Agency.
“I can’t believe you just waltzed through Mushroom Rock Road like that, Auron,” said a blonde boy about the age of 15, walking over to Auron.
He was an Al Bhed boy, working for Seymour. He wasn’t dressed to lightly which wasn’t the greatest idea on a hot summer day like this.
“The Crusaders not noticing that you were an unsent is one thing, but how does a guy with an steel sword avoid not getting recognized by the Crusaders as one of the most wanted men in Spira?” the Al Bhed boy asked.
“Three little words, boy,” Auron said. “I’m a professional.”
Auron then walked away, leaving the boy behind.
After a moments hesitation, the boy then jogged off after him.
“Look. We respect the fact that you like to work alone. Seymour just wanted me to let you know that the Al Bhed Luca cell is ready and primed if you need us,” the Al Bhed boy explained.
“For what? Doing my laundry?” Auron asked sarcastically. “This is a pretty straightforward hit, kid. Find Cid Xavier, infiltrate the little team he’s putting together…”
Up on the roof of the Travel Agency, 5 Yevon soldiers waited for orders, both of their guns pointed directly at Auron and the Al Bhed. Another man was up there as well. His name was Kinoc Wraith. A Maester. He was a bald plump man. He had a golden head band around his forehead, and wore long yellow robes. Again, not the best choice for a hot summer day like this one.
“…and then gut the son of a gun like a trout. I don’t need a bunch of low-grade amateur terrorists hanging around making life complicated,” Auron finished.
“Fooling Cid’s gonna be tougher than you think, man. I mean, how do you get close enough to kill a guy who’s in an airship?” the Al Bhed boy asked.
“Like I said, shortstuff. I’m…”
“What?”
Auron turned around sharply.
“Something’s wrong.”
At the very least, 31 bullets hailed down on Auron and the Al Bhed boy. They both dropped like rocks, unmoving.
“Hold your fire, boys. We got him,” Maester Kinoc said.
The five Yevon soldiers and Maester Kinoc, hopped off the roof, and rushed over the Auron and the Al Bhed boy. The Al Bhed boy was definetly dead, his face shredded to pieces. Auron was still alive, or rather didn’t disappear, since he was already dead. His glasses were in pieces scattered on the ground, with his mouth and eyes wide open.
“Auron’s down,” Maester Kinoc declared.
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