Shovels In Spades

After exchanging a few light conversations with Daz and Crusher, Sean decided to go to sleep, leaving the two powerhouses alone in the large living room.

Daz thought the man who was only a few years older than himself was a bit.... odd, but other than that, he was as ordinary as day, so the young Reaper quickly put this meeting into the back of his mind.

"So, Lord," Crusher called Daz as she grabbed a biscuit from the coffee table in front of her and stuffed it into her mouth, "What's the plan here?" she asked.

Daz held his chin and tapped his finger across his cheek. "I have a feeling we'll be given the chance to fight those 'Raiders' that Adam and Rocky mentioned."

"I think so as well. The rewards are too good from the quest for a simple 'go to point A then return home' mission, right?" Crusher scratched her head and took out her sledgehammer to polish it after she had finished devouring the cookies.

"There's only one thing that concerns me," Daz said as he swept back his hair and groaned lightly.

"Hmm?" Crusher responded half-heartedly. She greatly enjoyed maintaining her weapon and she found it very easy to get absorbed into that task which led to her ignoring everything else.

"What resources does this 'Ed' character have that it warrants Adam and Rocky to be so cautious of him and the Raiders? I have a feeling that they have a tank or two. Crusher, can you survive being fired at by a tank?" Daz looked at Crusher intently.

"Dunno," she replied with a shrug before grinning wildly. "But there's only one way to find out, isn't there?"

Daz smiled. "I suppose you're right." He stood up and cracked his neck "I'm going to go outside to train for a bit. I feel kinda stiff from the long journey here. Do as you like, but don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"Sure thing, Lord. I know that ya wanna take over the world. I won't fuck that up for you on purpose, hahaha!" Crusher laughed. She was usually tactless, but even she knew when to behave properly.

Across the street from the house Daz and Crusher were in, two men and a single woman were sat by a window in a tall building, each of them had binoculars plastered to their eyes and they were cautiously keeping an eye on everything that moved.

'I need to pee,' the young dark-skinned woman thought to herself as she knocked her knees together. 'This sucks. I know I agreed to help with all the scouting missions and that kinda stuff... but come on, it's so late... I really need to pee... When's the next shift coming to take over?'

"Oi," the older man of the two, a skinny and bald guy wearing a pair of red-lensed sunglasses called his two companions. "The dude, 'Sek', was it? He left the building. Looks like he went to the garden."

The other man, a teenager no older than seventeen with spikey gelled-up black hair stopped chewing on his gum for a moment as he readjusted his binoculars. "Oh, that's pretty cool. A red shovel just popped out of his hand. I wonder if it was in a dimensional storage skill or something? Those things are fucking expensive."

"Who knows," the older man said. "Whaddya think he's doing?"

"Training I guess?" the young teenager replied.

"This late at night?" The skinny man wasn't convinced.

"Have you even looked at him?" With a grand gesture, the young man pointed at Daz before adding, "That guy's a fucking badass! Just look at his arm and that freaking face. Badasses don't need sleep, that's a fact."

"Whatever. You're so full of shit half the time, Fred. Anyway, do you think we should report this to Zach?" the older man asked as he stretched his back and shoulders. Clearly, staking out Daz and Crusher had made his body go rigid.

"Love you too, Sorolla." Fred blew a kiss to his friend sarcastically.

The woman of the group frowned. "Will you two stop dicking around? Just report it to Zach already, also, tell him to send the next shift earlier."

"What's up, Anne? Need your beauty sleep?" Sorolla laughed.

Fred held his mouth while he tried to hold back a chuckle and he said, "If she was going to have beauty sleep, she'd enter a coma."

"Fuck off," Anne blushed. She grabbed the walkie-talkie from Sorolla's belt and told their commander, Zach, about every single thing Daz was currently doing.

'They switched again,' Daz noted mentally as he performed his skill, Grave of the Humans, for the second hundredth time. Of course, Daz's high stats and natural intuition allowed him to easily detect that he was being watched. He couldn't tell by whom or from where, but he was able to sense when the eyes looking at him changed.

It was roughly six in the morning and he'd been training non-stop with the lazy Reika perched atop his head. 'That was the third swap, I think? They're really keeping a close eye on me. I suppose Adam wasn't all talk, was he?'

To distract himself from this fairly inconsequential matter, Daz checked the progress he had made on his newest skill.

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