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Report RSS 20-10 Clyde: Episode #3 pt. 2 ~ ...Forever to be remembered

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"Ey', Rover here" Rover said when he answered his cellphone, his mexican accent was hard to avoid, where the man responded "Hey Rover, Jacob here, Moles need your help." in a dissapointed way.
"Ah, Jacob! long time no hear, what you and your boys need this time, eh? money? some cars? you name it!" Rover said in a light and cheery mood, laughing abit as Jacob joined along, "Nah, I need your help in something else, to find someone for me, since my own men are too stupid to do it themselves." Rover stopped laughing with a final chuckle, saying "Well who might that be? Oh wait, let me guess, Its Claude Hex, right?" Jacob seemed abit at awe, "He told us his last name was Klein, but how did you know, Rover?" Jacob asked him, "That man burned our 'buisness' building to the ground few days ago, we've been searchin' for another place to have our 'things' go back in gear but with no luck for now." Rover answered, "You seem to have a worser case than mine." Jacob said frustratingly, "We've been searching for him ever since, and I had some men on him for quite some time, seeing if he was working for anyone, and to my shock, he was the most normal person I ever known about, atleast comparing to ourselves, eh? Anyways, our men lost him ever since your men came, but we are still searching for him again, though my guess is that he is going for Uppercut."
Rover began to be serious than before, and so did Jacob, they knew the situation they were handling at that moment, for both of thaier organizaitons.
"Why he'll go to them? I doubt he even knows about them." Jacob tired to dismiss the idea, though Rover explained, "He may not know them as we do, but I think they do know him. So if they are going to hire him, We're in abit of a problem, since we can't attack then, and- " "What?! Why cant we attack them?!" Jacob interupted Rover's sentance in anger, "Its the Bearfangs, its that agreement they are doing with The Black Clovers, we are forbidden to attack them and so are they, but thats the cost of a great 'synergy' if you understand my drift." Rover said with some sadness in his voice.
"So let me get this straight, we lost an extremely dangerous enemy that is most apparently going to get recruited to our enemies, who we cant attack because of some idiotic alliance treaty that will never work out, ever?" Jacob yelled furiously, where Rover responded with a quick "Yep.".
"This is unbelievable!" continued Jacob, facepalming in dismay, combined with rage attempted to be stored inside, "Hm... So it would seem, but dont worry, I think I can find him, besides, if it wont work, you or I can contact a certin someone to 'assist' us, outside of this treaty we are bound by."
Rover replied calmly back, "Humph, I guess you got a point, anyways, contact me if you have progress on finding him, will you?" Jacob asked "No problem, you do the same Jacob." Rover replied, "Thanks, and I will, goodbye." Jacob said and hung up the call, abit calmer than before, He leaned his head on his fist, which was on the handle of his chair, still grasping the cellphone, thinking.
That historic night, the night that would seem to never end, that night which fell on the city so fast and remained so long that it would feel like the sun has retreated in the stars, that night Claude's life has changed forever, A life no longer called normal, he was no an outcast of society like never before, he lost his home, any hope of seeing his family, and worst of all, he signed his fate to lose his sanity, but his sanity is derived to his personalities, he himself are two beings, one Anders and one Hex, one real, one fake, one true, one false, one now, and one forever.
Once the night was over, Claude woke up slowly under the southern city bridge as the bright, warm light of the orange-yellow morning sun surfaced from the oceans into the sky, and into his weary eyes, blinding him for several moments, he felt new to the sensation for some reason, he felt freedom and dident understand why, he dident recall any of Hex's doings, or Ander's.
As he sat up on a makeshift bed on the ground, he noticed a old, bearded man sitting on a upside down bucket, holding a pot over a campfire burner, and when the man noticed Claude, he smiled and said "Good morning, I made some coffee, I hope you'll like it."
Claude stood up, looking around as he stretched his back, the bearded man quickly took another bucket, fliped it and placed it on the ground, at the other side of the burner infront of him, gesturing Claude to sit on it.
Claude did as he said, and looked around, once he sat the bearded man looked at him and smiled, "You're new around here, ain't ya? Name's Carl." He said, placing the pot in place and searching in a dufflebag of his' on the floor besides him.
He was dirty and messy, he reaked a smell of black coffee and dirt, his clothes were tattered and his beard was thick and long, he was balding but he was still very cheerful and happy for a reason,
"I'm Claude, nice to meet you." Claude responded awkwardly, "Where am I?" He asked Carl, "You are under the southern city bridge, Claude, Wonder you are here, only those down on luck show up here, and I really hope a young man like you diden't get to that." Carl answered cheerfully and took out two plastic cups.
"I hope you like Black Coffee, Im out of milk." he said with a smile, "I don't mind." said Claude, even though he never tasted one in his life, he allways wondered if it was really bitter as people say it was.
Carl poured the hot coffee into each cup, and gave one to Claude, "Careful, its very hot." Claude nodded in understandment and took the cup carefully, it was true, the heat coming from the coffee inside the cup slowly reached his fingers, it stinged for a few seconds, but Claude got used to the feel, and then reached for his first sip with the steam blowing from the cup to his forehead.
The sip was short, as the stinging bitterness hit Claude's tong it discusted him, the taste sticked into his taste and dident withdrew, making bitter roots of taste, Claude quickly spitted it out.
"So, dont like Black Coffee, I see?" Carl said sarcasticly, "It allright, its more of an acquired taste."
Carl took a sip of his coffee and asked Claude, "So as I said, what are you doing here?".
Claude shook his head, "To be honest, I have no idea, these things happen alot, me finding myself at weird places." Claude looked at his cup of black coffee in slight discuss and placed it on the floor.
"You should go see a friend of mine, maybe she can help you out." Carl said as he stood up, "Really? Who is she? how can she help me?" Claude asked eagerly, "Woah there, kid, calm yourself, she is was allways the type for mystery cases, I said maybe she can help you out, maybe, Im not sure, we'll have to see." Carl responded and started walking, pointing Claude to follow him.
"Allright then, lead the way." Claude said as they went deeper into the encampment of many homeless people under the bridge.

- END OF EPISODE 3 -



So guys, thats Chapter Three, please psot comments and opinions, I really could use the reviews on how to improve myself, Its very important to me, thnaks alot of reading!

Thanks for readin', Post ya' later!
- The-G-Man AKA BaZuL

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