Leader sat on the shoulder of his mecha, shading his eyes with a raised hand, the sun was peering down unhindered today. He looked over towards the town in the distance, Ahvenhaed. Markot had tracked one of his old army-buddies there, hoping he knew where one of their squad-leaders had ended up. Leader let out a shallow breath, sometimes he felt like the war was something he had imagined, but the state of the world never let that thought stick. Hearing a rythmic sound he glanced down at the ground, they had set up camp in a little gathering of trees ten miles or so from the town, his mecha and one of nontal-tents (somehow his comrades had started some weird idea stating that once of their tents was up, so was a mission). The one making the sounds was Newhics, making little dance-steps an humming while he waved his hands around. He wasnt even listening to something for crying out loud! "New! Hey, New!" Leader took a deep breath. "NEWHICS FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR HEADPHONES!" The boy stopped in his tracks and looked up at him. Leader suspected that it was some kind of attitude problems on News part, the boy noticed everything. *Cheater*. "Who followed Morkat into town?" He dug out a file ftom his suit, he hadnt really checked who was with him on this mission yet. --------------------------- Newhics was staring at the mecha, he couldnt really see Leader from his position, but he knew where he was. "How should I know? West was with him when he left, the others could be sleeping!" He knew they werent, but Leader should damn well learn to keep track of things himself. The boy turned in a slow circle, his hands lifted, fingers starting up a melody again. He began humming, this song was a fast one, closing his eyes he spun around. His fingers describing a hurried tapping in the air. --------------------------- Morkat looked back at the group that had decided to follow him into town. They were a few minutes away yet. The ground was hard sand and bare dirt, so much was still not recovering. Shifting the straps on his box he adressed the 'soldiers'. "Have all of you decided what you are doing in Ahvenhaed? Im going to the main building, town-hall or whatever they call it. There is at least one tavern, and there is apparently another mental institute here, the kind for the sick, not exclusivly for Mentals. And as far as I know there are both kinds of people here." He ran a hand over his receding hairline. "Gather information, refill our supplies, find new members. As long as you gather back outside the town before nightfall. And dont start any fighting!" The old man took a deep breath, his speech more than he prefered. But all young people seemed to need clarifications, especially Leader. Markot looked them over again, he couldnt help but feel responsible for them, even though they were all adults. "Questions?" He scratched his beard.