After two days of travelling on the Inland Highway, the exhausted crew finally find a dirt path with a sign that reads,
"Yarna prefecture - Great Cat City"
With bags under his eyes, the barely conscious John pulls onto the dirt path and makes the journey down towards the great fields of wheat in the distance.
The sun had just risen, shining down towards the faces of the crew as they took in the sights before them. A great ocean of wheat stretching far beyond the horizon. Small straws of wheat fly across the air as the truck lumbers on. A settlement could be seen way down the dirt path. The shapes of village buildings could be seen just under the sun. The crew couldn't have been more happy. Help was only a couple moments away.
The truck then slowly came to a stop. Confused, the crew looked at John. He had a stern look. They then look down the path that lead to the village. There stood a mysterious figure. A swordsman with three blades and a fox mask covering his face.
The wind blew on his tied up hair as he stood his ground in the middle of the path.
"You bandits shall not bring harm to this village and its souls." He states with a great sternness in his voice.
"We bring no harm sir. We're not bandits. Please, let us enter" Pleads John.
The masked swordsman drew the sword on his left side and pointed to the truck.
"Then why do you come here in that? Do you take me for a fool to not recognise that emblem? You even have a weapon mounted on your vehicle."
John could not speak. It was true, they were in a bandit vehicle. But how could they convince him that they meant no harm?
Migs then roared up and grabbed the mounted machine gun. The swordsman took a defensive stance as he watched Migs rip the machine gun off the hinges of its tripod and throw it onto the ground.
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE HAVE JUST BEEN THROUGH. WE STOLE THIS FROM THE BANDITS AND WE'VE GOT NO BLOODY CLUE AS TO WHAT THIS EMBLEM MEANS. THOSE FUCKERS ATTACKED US AND… and…and killed our mates." Shouted Migs as he fell to his knees with tears running down his cheeks.
"They're bloody murderers. Deserving of nothing but a bullet to the head. We're nothing like them."
The bold gesture stunned the swordsman. His foxy ears twitched as he sheathed his sword.
The two parties stared in silence for a couple of moments.
"Leave this vehicle here. It will frighten the people." He states with a calmer tone.
"I have a place for you all to rest."