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Lucie continued to stare at the burning wreckage of the stadium, not minding any attention as the other nomads around her slowly started parting ways. She slowly and repetitively pulled the magazine in and out of her rifle, the soft clicking of the gun punctuating the rhythmic motions of the otherwise still woman. 

After a few tense seconds, the MAVERICK agent turned on her headset

"AO cleared of all hostiles," Lucie said, her voice devoid of any emotion. "And of all stadiums. And civilians."

"Affirmative," the same voice that responded to Lucie hours ago, to approve of her entering the battle. "Head back to base for debriefing."

"Going to have to take a detour, but roger that. Over and out."

The Frenchwoman flicked her headset off. Turning around, she was suprised to see that the same brown haired kid she rescued from earlier was still there.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

[color=LightSkyBlue]"To be honest"[/color], Calvin began, [color=LightSkyBlue]"Not really. Most of the other guys here have some sort of goal or vendetta. I don't. I just sort of wander around. But I think we ought to stop whoever launched this attack."[/color]

Lucie blinked.

Was this nomad being serious? After almost being killed by a marauding horde of robots, he wanted to investigate and hunt down the people who led the attack? She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Kid," the Frenchwoman said, with perhaps a hint of condensation in her otherwise dreary voice, "You're way over your head if you think you can help."

Calvin shrugged off her attempts at discouragment. 

[color=LightSkyBlue]"Well, the reason I could hardly move was that I blew off the giant robot's rear with my own two hands, having spent so much ki. Would that say anything different?"[/color] He shrugged.

"This is going to be a war, kid," the MAVERICK agent retorted, "if you're going to collaspe after every fight, there's no garuntee someone is going to be around to pick you up."

Lucie sighed as she started to walk away.

"Leave this to the authorities."

Calvin started after her. 

[color=LightSkyBlue]"Well, I definitely won't do something like [i]that[/i] again. But still, I can handle myself."[/color]

Oh god, now the nomad was following her. [i]So he[/i] really [i] doesn't have somewhere better to be[/i]

Still, given the condition of the city following the robot attack, it's probably for the best that Lucie let the nomad follow him. It means he'd be getting away from that shitfest at the very least. Plus, all she was doing was finding Asterix; it's not like her drone was some piece of classified black box technology that civilians couldn't see.

"Suit yourself, kid. But I'm not going to be looking after you."

[color=LightSkyBlue]"That's fine. I can keep myself alive. So, where are we heading first?"[/color]

"I'm looking for my friend," Lucie responded, "Told him to wait away from the carnage. Once I find him, I have to report back to base. Won't be able to follow me back then."

Calvin shrugged. [color=LightSkyBlue]"I can atleast help you find your friend for now. What's he look like?"[/color]

"Small. Grey. On treads," Lucie noted, not phazed at all that what she is describing was clearly not human, "You'll know him when you see him.

Calvin nodded, but then stopped as he tried to imagine what Lucie was describing. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Is... Is he a... uh... Is he some midget alien cyborg?"[/color] Calvin knew his question was dumb, but he had no idea what he was supposed to picture.

"Close. He's a drone," the Frenchwoman said with complete sincereity. "He's my closest friend in the whole world. Usually he's armed but I had to remove it because he gets fidgety when there's too many people around him. So I had to tell him to get away"

[color=LightSkyBlue]"Huh. Well if I didn't ask, I wouldn't have known when we see him. You know where he would be, generally?"[/color] Calvin asked.

"In our fallback position. A nice abandonded warehouse near the edge of of the industrial zone. Shouldn't take too long to get there."

[color=LightSkyBlue]""Let's get moving, then."[/color] Calvin nodded.

[color=LightSkyBlue]"I'm Calvin, by the way."[/color] He finally introduced himself.

"My name is Lucie," the Frenchwoman responded back with her name.