Kale found his eyes opening a lot earlier than he had wanted them to. He was trying to get some sleep in the small spot they had set up camp, in an abandoned building that no one used anymore. He kept his men moving from place to place so their exact location could never be pinpointed. It was a way to escape the government, and to escape Ajax. He dind't want them to start opening fire on his men because he had been careless, and not paying enough attention to their whereabouts. He wouldn't be careless about that kind of thing. His men even called him paranoid, but he was doing everything possible to keep them alive when there was no need for them to die when they weren't even in a firefight. Taking a deep breath now, he exhaled softly and moved his stiff muscles. He had taken shelter in a small nook, and ended up sleeping with his back agaisnt the wall and his legs stretched out in front of him, his gun by his side. He had a stiff back and stiff neck to thank him for that position, but it was the price he paid. He pushed himself up into a standing position and just cracked his neck, trying to loosen himself up. His eyes roamed over his sleeping men, and he saw one of the higher commanders stir and look over at him. He stepped across the others to crouch down beside him. "Let them rest..yesterday was day. But have men stationed on each corner, and make sure you move to the next point by two." He said quietly and recieved a nod from the commander. Rising now, he placed his gun across his back and then made sure his pistols and his knives were upon him for protection.


Stepping out of the smaller room they were resting in, he finally reached the side entrance. He stopped and opened the door slightly, peering out to make sure it was clear. He slipped out, his boots hardly making a sound on the ground below him. The door closed with a small click and he kept himself against the wall, his eyes searching all around in the soft light that was provided from the morning sun. He needed to look like a civilian today, and this was impossible with his weapons. But he wasn't stupid enough to pull a no weapon entrance into a war zone. He got his large pack and gently slid the weapon into the pack, but kept his other weapons at reach. Putting the pack back on his shoulder, he pulled on the brim of his black baseball cap and then stepped forward. He'd be alright. The government didn't have Ajax stationed around here at the time being becuase they didn't think the Vainqueur's would be right under their noses. Which was exactly what Kale had hoped for. He sighed softly and continued along his way. He needed to purchase some ammo, or something, because he was definitely running low. He walked quietly through the streets, his ears straining to listen to everything and anything, and his eyes turning every which way to view the sights around him. No one was awake yet because of the early time, but he knew that would change once it reached seven. The workers would start moving to work, and the people would start bustling around. He would rather that so he wouldn't stand out too much.


He continued along, watching he sun rise and provide light for the capital city. Then the people began moving. A small smile crossed his features, and he allowed himself to blend in, mingling with the everyday citizens. He became one of them, and then remembered the alley where they had said he could get weapons. The problem was, he didn't know if the seller would belong to Ajax or the Vain's...and he didn't want to take that much of a chance. So he had his Ajax identification on him just in case. The soldiers in that group dressed like everyday people as well, so he wasn't too worried about looking out of place. His eyes searched for the right alleyway, and he turned down it quietly, disappearing and blending into the shadows perfectly because of his dark clothing. He shouldered his pack so that it was more comfortable and soon turned off to the right, coming to a more open place. His eyes gazed around at the small group gathered, and he recognized them to belong to Ajax immediately. He remained calm though, and they did as well. The Vain's didn't know about this place, so he must just be a new recruit coming to keep post. He wanted them to think that. He headed forward, looking for the one that was selling the extra ammo.

He had no idea where this man could be, for he had no way to identify him. He didn't make it a daily ritual to search for member's of the opposing team. Sighing slightly, he made sure that his gun was still disguise in his pack and then looked around once more. This seemed like an impossible task, and he was searching for a needle in a haystack apparently. As he continued his easy pace, he realized that he was hungry, hungrier than he thought he would be at this time. He was used to scrounging for food, for the Vaniqueur's never really had access to the things they needed all of the time. They took what they could get whenever they could get it, but it was always in small amounts because Kale never wanted to draw much attention to them all. When he stole food, it was always for his men, and he tried his best to make sure that they were all taken care of before himself. He had gotten good food for them all last night, and only had had a little himself. Now he was feeling it. Sighing softly, he looked up ahead to see one of those fruit stands outside one of the stores. He saw one of the workers standing beside it, but he was in deep conversation with a young woman. So it'd be an easy target.


He strolled by nonchalantly, looking as if he was just another passerby to the store owner inside. As he passed by the full stand of fruit, his hand went out quickly and accurately, with his eyes still looking forward. He pulled the apple back into his pocket and then took one more to hold him over. The person outside had no idea, and the store owner was helping some customers. They wouldn't miss a couple of apples, so he wasn't too worried about it. He continued down the street and was soon taking one of them out, biting into it and having his share of breakfast. As he took out the second one, he was about to bite into it when he looked down a dark alleyway. There was a small boy, scrounging for food in the grabage pails lining the street. He looked down at the red piece of food in his hand and ignored his own needs. Not typical of a Vainqueur soldier, but typical of him. He turned down the alleyway a little bit, passing by the boy easily. The apple slipped from his hand and landed by the feet of the boy. "Hey..you missed something." He pointed out, nodding towards the fruit. The boy froze as if he was in trouble, and then looked down at his feet. His eyes lit up at seeing the apple, and he picked it up immediately, biting into it hungrily. He thanked whoever it was that had given it to him, and then hurried away. Kale smiled and watched after him to make sure nothing was going to happen to him.


As soon as the young boy was out of his sight, he shook his head and then continued along his way. The alley would rbing him around the other Ajax men, and then out to the streets once more. He wasn't going to pass through a whole group of them because that wouldn't be the smartest of ideas. Questions would be asked, and he really didn't have time for that. He just needed the ammo for his men and then he was going to get out of there. That was it. He didn't know if it was going to be a set up or not, and it worried him a bit. He didn't need to be picked off this soon into the fight. His men needed him, and he couldn't betray them. This was why they had wanted to send someone else in his place, but he knew that they would be in a worse position then him. He knew he could handle himself, and he trusted his men, but they deserved the rest and the worry free day. That was what he wanted them to have, not the stress of who was going to be chosen to go and meet an enemy soldier. He shook his head quietly and looked over his shoulder as if he heard something. And sure enough, as he reached the streets, a few seconds later, a voice had traveled across to meet him.


As the man who had been behind him crossed his path, he heard the words and nodded his head. He looked like an average everyday citizen, save for the fact that he was looking for someone, and he was built up physically and stood apart because of that and his height. Sometimes he wished he was shorter, because a five foot seven man would have less of an impact then a six foot muscular guy. But he couldn't get everything he asked for. Passing by a group of teenagers, he felt himself bumped, but looked down to make sure he still had his pistols and his knives. He knew what it was like to get pick pocketed, and he wasn't in the mood to put up with it today. Sure enough, his pistol was missing. Wonderful. He saw the man travel down a deserted alleyway and kept his memory on that, but traveled after the group of teenagers. Seeing the one that had bumped into him, he grabbed the arm and twisted it behind the kid's back in another moment, holding him against himself. "Now I know you have no use for that." He said warningly and felt for the pistol in the young man's pocket. Grabbing it, he reholstered it and pushed the boy away from him. He turned on his heel, making sure that he was careful that the boy didn't pull another gun on him. But the kid was too shaken up to try anything else, and they all soon disappeared down another alley. There were so many alleys in this place.


He traveled forward now, his pace a little quicker in case that little episode had made him lose the other man. As he traveled down the alleyway he had disappeared down, he became aware of another presence. His pace slowed immediately, and the hair on the back of his neck prickled warningly. He knew what it was like to have another person waiting and watching for you, and that was why he recognized that feeling now. The man was here, but it was just the task of finding him. His eyes traced the shadows, and he became aware of a body standing in one of them. He stopped and leaned up against the opposite wall, his own eyes shadowed by his baseball cap. His face was dirt covered, for there wasn't that many places they could wash up. And it his his scar, so there wouldn't be a chance of him recognizing him as easily with a clean face. He nodded in greeting to the man, but said nothing. There was no need for him to speak. He wasn't going to give any names, and he knew this man would not as well. He just wanted his things and wanted to get out of here without any incidents.

He wasn't an idiot. His move had been well timed and well placed, and aside for the look of pain crossing the kid's features, there was no hint that he had even touched him. They were in close vacinity, yes, but there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary to the everday passerbyer, or even the government soliders. He wasn't stupid, he was a general after all. He wouldn't make rash decisions just to get his weapon back. He had done it off to the side and quietly, and the kids had dispersed, trying to get away from him. They had walked away quickly, but they hadn't run. They knew better then to run in a street full of the soldiers. Kale shook his head quietly and looked over his shoulder, making sure he wasn't being followed. He wouldn't have gone down the alleyway if he knew he was being followed because getting killed wasn't on his list of things to do today. Reaching upwards to the brim of his black hat, he pulled it down to make sure his identity was still hidden, and then disappeared down the alley. This didn't seem like a good idea anymore for some odd reason.


Kale knew that this man was armed. No soldier would go anywhere without having some form of protection on him, and if they did they were just plain suicidal. A fire fight could break out at any time in these streets, and in this area, and no one but the citizens would be caught dead without a weapon. Kale knew that, and this man had to know this as well. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled softly and then looked nonchalantly to the entrance of the alleyway once more. He knew that no one had followed him, and as the citizens continued to pass by without a second glance, Kale was put at rest. In that aspect anyway. Turning his gaze back tothe shadows, he studied the man hidden within them. There was no way he could make out any features or anything because of the darkness, but he could get the basic idea of the man. He was shorter then him by a good length, but he was still built, and he looked strong from this angle. Kale would have to be careful. He was just glad his reflexes were fast and well timed. He just needed to move faster than the person in front of him. He was second guessing himself as of now, which was never a good thing. He knew that his decisions were usually good ones, but this one seemed like it was the opposite.


Here he was, standing in front of an enemy soldier, trying to get ammo becuase his own troops were running low. He had plenty of money within his pack to pay for it all, but it didn't seem like it was going to go over easily. He wanted nothing more than to provide for his men, but this was just getting desperate. And the Ajax man knew that. As he stepped from the shadows, Kale recognized the smug expression, and the way he carried himself. He felt like he was in charge, and Kale was on the lower hand here. But that wasn't the case. Kale was in charge of himself, no one was in charge of him. And this Ajax soldier would not be the one he thought he had the upper hand. Kale kept his anger inside of him, because it wouldn't be the smartest idea to start in a fight right here with all of the government soldiers around. His men would have no one, and they wouldn't know what would have happened to their general. He looked down to the ground for a moment, trying to hide the smile from his face. The hat he wore was kept on, unlike the sunglasses of the other man. He never took off his hat. He glanced up and was able to see the man for the first time through the opening his hat brim left him. He bit the inside of his lip, just a habit, because he was thinking quickly. He could get out of here now without a problem, but that was cowardly. And he was no coward. He would stand and wait for what was to happen today, and if this was a mistake, then he would find out soon enough. But he could protect himself and fight, and he knew that this other man would too. He had to be just as nervous meeting an enemy soldier. For all he knew, Kale was just another troop among the masses, sent to do his commanding officer's dirty work. That was why Kale carried himself with no importance. He looked and acted like an everyday soldier with no titles beneath him. That was what he wanted anyway.


His dark eyes studied the one before him, and then the other's voice rang out over the silence. THe sarcasm was apparent, and Kale could only shake his head and smile. He looked towards the ground and then gazed steadily at the man as he went along on his small rant. So he was far more nervous then he had originally wanted to admit. "If you're finished, maybe we can actually get this over with. No one's keeping you here, so you can leave whenever you want." He said calmly, not getting worked up in the least. Oh he was nervous, of course he was nervous. Any sane soldier would be nervous about this situation. Another reason why he sent himself and not another one of his troops. He trusted his men, but he didn't know how they would react face to face with an enemy soldier. He didn't know if they would crack under the stress and the want to get it over with quickly. Kale kept his shell up and out, staying relaxed and having no reactions to the man's words in front of him. His eyes narrowed a bit at the man's tone, but he ignored it. He couldn't lose his cool here, for it wouldn't be benficial to either of them. He remained leaning against the wall, letting the soldier get his angst out. As he seemed to finish and regain himself, Kale listened, and slight irritance showed. It was obvious he hadn't wanted it, but Kale wasn't so gung ho about following an enemy soldier somewhere he didn't even know. But that was a chance he had to take. He had his vest on beneath the clothes, the shirt and the jacket hiding it well. But that wouldn't be enough if they hit him just right. He had no radio for help, and he had no men poised for backup. It was him and him alone.


Which might not have been the best of ideas, but he couldn't change anything now. Sighing, he nodded his head and then heard the whispered words. "I have your payment. You'll get it when I get what I want. A simple trade off. Now if we're done talking, I'd like to get going." His voice was low and quiet, so no one passing by would hear what they were discussing. The money that this man wanted was buried in the back, along with his weapon. Kale wasn't going to show him the inside of it, but he had a bit of it in his pocket for proof, because he doubted this man would want to go anywhere just on Kale's words. He reached into his pocket, holding up his other hand to let him know he wasn't grabbing for a gun or another weapon. Pulling a large wad of rubber banded twenties, he waved it in the air and then pushed it back into his pocket. He wasn't lying. He stood now, ready to get a move on to this place. He was armed for his protection, but that didn't slow down the fast beating of his heart.

His eyes studied the man in front of him, and he saw him doing the same thing in return. It was common sense really. The only difference so far was that he could openly recognize the soldier in future dates easily while he could not. It was an upper hand, but the situation didn't really require any advantages. They were both taking a major risk by being in the presence of the other. But it was a chance that needed to be taken so that Ajax could get business, and so the Vainqueur could have weapons and ammo for the war they were in. What he didn't understand was why this Ajax soldier was selling weapons to the basic enemy. Kale himself always checked the ammo and supplies before giving it to his men just in case it was bugged or there was something wrong with it. He didn't need it exploding in their faces. That would put a damper on their day. Shaking his head only slightly, he gazed across at the man for only a moment before switching his gaze to a lower point. One could always be recognized if they looked the other in the eyes. Kale would always look people in the eye, and this was bothering him to no end right now. But he didn't really have a choice. He didn't need this soldier recognizing him as the General of the Vainqueur's. That wouldn't be beneficial to him in the least bit.


He saw that by keeping his hat on, he was irritating the soldier before him. It helped to know that little fact, but he would rather take the hat off. It was uncomfortable at the moment because of the recent cut he had sustained upon his forehead recently. It had been a stupid mistake, but one that wasn't made by him. But because it was made by one of his men, he took full responsibility for it. So the line of the hat was right where his new gash was, and he wasn't enjoying the pain too much. It was rather uncomfortable to he quite honest. He sighed softly and then suddenly narrowed his eyes as the man before him laughed. What in the world was he laughing at? Surely not a comment made by himself? He let his fists clench quietly by his side, trying not to draw too much attention towards himself. Let him laugh, for it wasn't putting him in anyone's good graces, especially not Kale's. But he doubted that was what the Ajax followed wanted. He shook his head once more and then let his piercing gaze turn back towards the man. He hated being laughed at, and this man was doing the completely wrong thing by laughing at him. Kale kept leaning against the wall, wondering how long he was going to keep this up. But the laughter didn't last that long, and he noticed that the soldier seemed angry now that he wasn't getting that much of a reaction from Kale. That was fine with him.


As the words were sent his way though, Kale did react. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and he balled his fists up, in a warning manner. He would never start a fight in an alleyway in the middle of government territory, but if it had been somewhere else, he was sure that he'd be swinging punches. He didn't know what getting into a fight would do or prove, but it would certainly make him feel a whole lot better. He eyed the man now and let him speak, trying to let the words pass over him, but it wasn't working too well at this moment in time. He was warned, and then he just wanted to relatiate. This was not a good situation for him to be losing his temper in. But his temper was short, and sometimes difficult to manage. More often than not he found himself ranting or yelling about something that deserved to be yelled about, but could definitely be handled better. He sighed now and saw the finger in his face. And that angered him even more. He pushed himself up from the wall and positioned himself so that he was off of the wall and even closer to the finger. He didn't point his own, but he was speaking in tones that showed he was not happy in the least bit. "Be careful of who you are threatening soldier. The Vainqueur have enemies on all sides. One more would not be a major disadvantage." He threatened as well, glaring angrily into the soldier's face. He backed off now and then listened to the rest of the words.


He nodded at the indication, and for a moment their tension was passed. There was more where it came from, he didn't have to worry about that. He had plenty more. He was just short on the things that were most important on keeping him and his men alive. He sighed softly and just nodded once more at the words of this way. Wrapping his fingers around the straps of his tan backpack, he walked along behind the soldier, keeping his eyes to the ground. But he memorized what his shoes looked like, and he had no problem following along behind him. He would look up occasionally so he didn't look too suspicious, but other than that he kept his eyes downcasted. As the man turned down yet another alleyway, he rolled his eyes. He was tired of all of these neverending alleys and the streets that were falling apart around them. He finally saw him entering a dilapitated bike shop, and he followed in after him. He asked no questions of the shop keeper, and he just ducked in to the backroom behind the Ajax follower. His eyes widened as soon as he got into the storeroom. He had never seen so many weapons and supplies in all of his life. For a moment, he actually answered the soldier in a tone that didn't hold sarcasm. "You aren't kidding." He said honestly and then reached around to grab the bag on his back. Carefully opening it so it dind't look like there was a weapon inside, he started pulling out the rubber banded wads of cash. Once it was all on the table, he looked to the man, finally giving him something to look at and record for future identification. "Give me everything I can get with that. A little of everything." He asked quietly, waiting for what was to happen next. The next question, was how in the world was he going to get it all back to the warehouse?