Ashgard: Ambition and Purpose
White, Purple #232
Clovis, on a trip with one of his teammates, slowly walked away slightly away from the district to a nightclub that was still tightly closed. In the front parking lot of the club, there were several people in white jackets gathered, and they looked forward to their presence.
The man in the white jacket then stood in front of his comrades. Indeed the number of Clone Nostra in this place is arguably no more than twenty, because only this was left of the group that previously had more than fifty personnel even translucent up to the number of a hundred more people.
In terms of the current number of Clone Nostra, it was certain that they would not be able to be comparable to Red Rascals who still had many times more human resources. Their weaponry is now also quite limited, especially with various pressures and urges from the Red Rascals that make them have to obey some of the wishes of the group that is identical to the red color. Some of the armory that previously belonged to Clone Nostra, has now changed ownership due to contracts or black on white that has occurred.
Now the last hope of Clone Nostra is in Clovis' decision today. The plan that Clovis has is not much, maybe even very limited, especially with a situation that is very unfavorable to his side. Even some time before, the man had several times thought to change the plans that exist, because several factors that have been ascertained will bring Clone Nostra to the destruction that is completely destroyed.
"What's your decision?" asked a black long-haired woman, in her white jacket, to step forward and slightly approach Clovis.
Clovis stared at each of the extremely visible anxious and agitated faces, engraved from each of his comrades that were currently standing in front of him, standing under the torrent of rain that was still fluttering endlessly. Feelings of worry and anxiety, certainly felt by Clovis, because whatever decision he will take will be very influential and impact on the future of Clone Nostra. Either survive, or it is destroyed. The two answers were in front of Clovis, but he did not know which plan and decision could lead him and his colleagues to reach for either of the two answers.
"Whatever we do today, it will be very influential and impactful for our future. Will we be broken today, or will we survive. We will never know as long as we have not decided, stepped, and acted." Clovis took a deep breath, before he finally spoke straightforwardly in front of his comrades.
"There are some risks in some of the decisions I've been thinking about and considering, one of which is messing up the trial, and taking Tokyo El Claunius out of there" Clovis continued, before then sighing heavily and bowing. The man slowly shook his head and then spoke, "but unfortunately, as to how strongly we try, we will never be able to fight the apparatus, and that is the fact. Please for those of you who do not like my opinion, and contrary to me, I do not demand you to be as thoughtful as myself."
"It will be different but .. if our opponent is other than the apparatus, we can still fight for it" Clovis continued with a sharp and serious gaze.
What Clovis said in his last sentence, immediately made his colleagues confused by the man's true intentions and goals. Similarly, felt by one of the female colleagues who looked quite close to Clovis, "you mean ...?" cetus asked.
"Some time ago, exactly at midnight yesterday. I got in touch with one of the groups that can still work with us, and I didn't expect it to turn out that their fate was more or less the same as ours."
"Group?" a woman in a white jacket standing in front of her.
"Cassano, they will help us to teach the traitors a lesson" Clovis replied straightforwardly.
"I was just talking about you guys" Clovis murmured, speaking to one of the men who appeared to be one of the most respected people in the purple group.
The two groups indirectly met at the venue. Clone Nostra and Cassano, both of whom share a common fate, are both on the verge of collapse, and do not have much resources. The events that took place around the City Hall a few weeks ago have exhausted all the resources they have, coupled with the Red Rascals who suddenly fled the battlefield.
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"Just do it now, it's time ...!" felix said to his female colleagues who were still sitting in the steering wheel. The black SUV car belonging to the man in the red jacket was seen driving slowly through the streets in the city edge area, whether to go where the two of them were headed.
"Destination?" asked the woman, had a glance at the rearview mirror of the car to be able to see the face of the man in a red jacket who was still sitting in his position.
"Surface point," Felix replied, flat.
The woman in the red jacket who was driving was slowly reaching for a communication radio on the dashboard of the car, and then spoke by pressing the talk button on the radio.
"Do now! Attack, shoot, kill, kill, and take everything ...!" said the woman with a low-sounding but sharp intonation just like her gaze looking towards the very quiet streets ahead.
"Don't forget to find out where Ashgard is!" timpal Felix slightly interrupted the words of his colleague.
The man then turned his head, looking out at the tightly shut window of the car. One of his hands clenched firmly, especially after he spoke and called out 'Ashgard'.
.
Seriate.