At Macalania Temple, at Macalania Lake (of course), and alarm sounded. An Adamantoise slinked by on the ice. New Yevon soldiers poured out of Macalania Temple. They ran along the path towards the ice. Some had dogs. Others were on hovers. A Al Bhed boy ran as fast as he could on the ice while a militia of New Yevon soldiers charged after him. One on a hover fired at him, but missed. It made a few holes in the ice though. As the man on the hover rode by, the boy stuck out his arm, knocking the soldier off his hover.
“HOLY MOTHER OF…!” the soilder cried falling backwards.
“Linklaters down!” a Yevon soldier shouted, on his hover rode by.
“Ten out of for observation, idiot! Just cap the little runt before he…”
But it was too late. Benzo had grabbed the rifle the man on the ground was holding, and shot the two hover riders of the hovers, another rode by, and Benzo quickly hopped onto the hover, and sped off up the hill.
“Gentlemen, this is Rin: I know we’ve just lost three men, but I must remind you this is still a recovery mission. I’ve invested too much time and money in this young man to let one of you testosterone addicts put a bullet in his head for something stupid, like revenge,” Rin said, speaking into a microphone, so that each soldier could hear him in their earpiece. “Shoot to wound! I repeat: shoot to wound!”
“Oh my. Is that really the same little Al Bhed boy who was still wetting his bunk a few months ago?” Rin asked, talking to himself.
Benzo had reached the forest and was driving up one of the enormous tree branches, stuck in the ground. The hover flew up into the air, and the hover crashed into a tree branch causing the hover to explode. Whether Benzo made it off or not was the question.
“Hit the brakes!” one soldier yelled just barely able to stop before his Hover went off the tree branch.
“What happened? We’ve lost visual…”
“He disappeared, sir. Our crazy, little runaway just committed suicide,” one of the flamethrower Yevon soldiers said into the ear piece.
Meanwhile, Benzo was running as fast as he could through the forest when Maester Kinoc in his carriage roaring up and down the branches spotted him.
“Suicide? Are you people high? Benzo simply jumped off, before the crash you pack of freakin’ morons,” Maester Kinoc explained, opening the side door of his carriage.
He held a long rifle in his hands, and it had a scope on the top.
“Am I the only sinner in this outfit who even reads these files?” Maester Kinoc asked rhetorically.
Maester Kinoc put the scope up to his eye.
“Just remember we need him breathing, Maester Kinoc,” Rin said through the earpiece.
“Rin, you give me one more word of advice and I praise be to Yevon if I slip powdered glass into your next cup of coffee…” Maester Kinoc aimed so that Benzo’s shoulder was directly in his cross-hairs. “I’ve been nailing Al Bhed for Yevon since before you were born, blondie. Now shut up and watch a master at work.”
Maester Kinoc fired the gun, sending a dart flying into his shoulder, and Benzo dropped backwards, landing flat on the ground.
Soon, Maester Kinoc and six other Yevon soldiers were standing before him looking down upon him. A few chocobos were standing nearby.
“Congratulations, soldier. You realize you’re the first person since Auron to get this far outside the complex?” Maester Kinoc asked. “Running over any kinda distance really takes it out of you, huh? Especially If you do something stupid like try to jump off a Hover in mid-air.”
Benzo looked to his left, and stared.
“What’s the matter, you ugly, little dung-tick? You deaf or something?” Maester Kinoc asked.
Maester Kinoc looked where Benzo was looking, and saw the chocobo. It warked and turned the other way.
“Oh, I get it: you’re wondering if you’ve still got enough energy to reach that chocobo?” Sure, it might be 7 feet away, but you’ve sprinted that kind of distance in the past. Why shouldn’t you be able to do it when you really need to, huh?” Maester Kinoc said, egging Benzo on. “A pillow, a blanket and you first hot coffee in over eight month are just a few minutes away, if you could reach that chocobo. You could really change your life forever if only you had it in you for one, last leap…”
Benzo could see it now. He could be sleeping in a bed with a nice warm pillow underneath—
Maester Kinoc suddenly kicked Benzo in the face, knocking him cold. One of the soldiers cringed when he saw what Kinoc died. A few of the others sniggered and laughed.
“Take him back to base and burn the soles of his feet,” Maester Kinoc ordered. “When he can’t feel the pain anymore, make him watch you torture the girl in the next cell who sings for him at night.”
Two of the soldiers, came over and dragged him away heading down the path, back towards the lake.
“Discipline’s been way to slack here lately, boys and girls. It’s time to send a message to anyone else with an escape plan hidden up their butt,” Maester Kinoc continued. “Some of these animals are starting to forget who they belong to.”
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