The last we left Exel he was in the INNovaton glass, in the hospital 2cd floor of 6, right outside of the morgue,they thought he was dead.





That was the good news. He would either have to break out of this dystopia guns blazing, or try to sneak out. Either one was a risk, one of life or death. He decided for either he needed new clothes, military being best. He went down the hall, oddly empty, but INNovaton wouldn't allow anyone of the same floor as a ‘terrorist’,even if he was dead. He then noticed an patrol, not uncommon, coming around the corner. He dived behind a food cart, it was turned off, being a hunk of metal with cloth. The griped the fork from the plating of top, 2 guards, one fork The thought. They were having an conversation, one about pay for what he heard, The 2 seconds he felt 2 minutes he stabbed one guard's neck and slashed the other one's ankles. Time resumed to human standards, he quickly changed clothes quickly.As the slashed guard regained consuness, the looked him in the eyes “Who are you?” the guard said in a shaky voice. “I’m an angels favor, death’s ave, tell your friends, tell your employer, cause soon enough, your gonna have 300 of us on you.” The took both of the guards HA-magnums clipped them in the magnetic holsters, and spat of the guard. “welcome to hell”.

He walked out the building unresisted,due to his guard outfit, and walked down the lit street. In savgeah day was like night, soon of it cooling off. He took to the nearest map,and started for the northern exit, not that far,noting that the hospital was only 2 miles from it. The exit was guarded with high ranking military, fully suited, no place to sink a bullet in. He walked up carefully, one of the guards stopped him “where are you going?” ,exel replied calmly “I’m sent north to check of a distress message” ,a reply he’s used before to get out of an vigilante grip. The guard shook his head “they wouldn't send you…” Exel replied with a slit to the armor and a bullet to the neck, the guard was thrown to the ground but not mortally wounded. Exel ducked as an ROL-rifle shot ringed out shooting dust out just 4 or 5 inches from his direction. He pulled the other HA-magnum and rapidly fired at them.one hit a helmet guard popping it out of place. He ran for a riot cover, 3 of which were positioned at the gate. He stood up, 3 minutes,3 seconds,all 6 of the guards helmet holders popped off. He ran towards them a few roundhouse kicks to the heads of the soldiers waped them unconscious he took the blood from a bullet he put in one of there heads and wrote of the wall “I am an angel’s favor, Death’s ave”. He unhooked his own helmet and blood splattered face guard and a half-concues guard whispered “exel..” he turned and unloaded his last bullet of one of the HA-magnums in his head. They think he’s dead, and he’s gonna stay that way.

He opened the gate, easy, no keys needed, just an press of a button. He walked out of to a dust filled road, a ROL-rifle slung of his back. Over 4 miles till the next stop, New hope city, The place of all races, a haven in the midst of the dust,