Legacy rises
three mornings after her first raid, two mornings after her second and the next
morning after her third.
Each one was a
success as Legacy was easily able to subdue the unprepared gang members within
her target building and destroyed any drugs she was able to find before
escaping into the night.
As for
resources, Legacy has collected quite a lot. By a lot, she means tens of
thousands of dollars, over twenty ammo magazines, two spare pistols, an SMG
(Scott called an Uzi) and more than enough parts to satisfy Legacy for the last
few days.
So far she has
avoided getting hurt and managed to get the drop on all three hideouts. But now
Scott says she has to be prepared for them to start being ready and on the
lookout for her.
He is also
planning to get her better armour and supplies using the vast sum of money that
Legacy has been able to acquire. With a total over seventy thousand dollars,
they can afford a lot.
At the moment
Scot is hoping to get better armour for her ‘costume’ as he calls Legacy’s
current armour. It doesn’t feel like a costume to Legacy from what she has read
about them on the internet.
But if I’m one of these superheroes Scott has
mentioned, then I supposed my armour is a costume of sorts.
“Awake
Legacy?” inquires Scott.
As usual, the
one-armed man is already up before Legacy.
“Yes,” replies
Legacy, “Are we getting more supplies today?”
“I’m going to
try and get some good stuff since we got money to burn,” answers Scott.
“Are really
going to do that?” asks Legacy, “Burn money that is.”
“No Legacy,”
Scott explains, “I don’t literally mean burning money, it’s just a figure of
speech. Actually burning money is a crime.”
“And those are
bad,” says Legacy, “But only some are evil.”
“Correct,”
says Scott, “Let’s go. Put on some shoes and your hoodie. Grab a bag too.”
Legacy quickly
gets changed. She is still wearing the trousers and shirt from her ‘costume’
and she only needs to put her socks and shoes on. Plus a new purple hoodie that
Scott brought back from one of his shopping trips.
“Good,” says
Scott once she’s finished, “You don’t want to stand out to much. I’m going to
take you into a shop today. I hope you’ll be able to fit in.”
Scott pauses
in thought for a moment.
“Oh @#£&,”
curses Scott, “I just remember what exactly you’re calling yourself. You can’t
call yourself Legacy Guardian in public if you want to blend it. Far too much
unwanted attention. Want to pick another name?”
Most certainly not! I am the Legacy of the Guardian.
“No,” replies
Legacy firmly, “That is who I am.”
“A nickname
then,” says Scott, “A shorten version of one of your names.”
He’s silent
for several seconds and Legacy leaves him to think.
I don’t like to disturb Scott when he’s thinking. He
doesn’t mind, but it’s just counterproductive unless I have an important reason
to interrupt him.
“Legs,” says
Scott suddenly, “That’s your nickname. For Legacy. And nothing that will stand
out. People will just assume its nickname with a story behind it rather than a
shorten version of your name.”
“Okay Scott,”
replies Legacy, “I shall use the name Legs amongst the public just as I use the
name Guardian when in my... costume is it.”
“Yup,” says
Scott, “Now let’s go unless there’s something else we need to sort out.”
“What weapons
are we taking with us?” inquires Legacy.
“None today
Legacy,” answers Scott, “We don’t need to worry about protecting ourselves
today and having them on us will draw more attention that we don’t want. Plus
we’ll get in trouble as none of weapons are legal.”
“So no
weapons,” says Legacy before something else occurs to her, “Wait, are these
weapons we have illegal then? Crimes?”
“Pretty much,”
says Scott with a shrug.
“But aren’t
crimes bad?” mutters Legacy, “Is having these weapons a bad thing?”
Scott sighs
before replying to the confused girl.
“Look Legacy,”
explains the old man in a kindly tone, “Most people would say that by having
these weapons, we’re doing bad things. But as long as you’re not doing any bad
things with them, you don’t need to worry about doing bad things by having
them. Better you have them for the purpose for fight evil and the gangs have
them to terrorise the local people.”
That is a relief. I was worried for a moment I was
doing something wrong. Which would have been a shame because I like my weapons.
Creating them, upgrading them and refining them as I discover new things about
them in battle. They have served me well. I would really hate to have to get
rid of them. Especially when my foes have all have weapons of their own.
“I get it
Scott,” replies Legacy, “Shall we go now?”
“Yeah, let’s
go before anything else bogs us down,” agrees Scott.
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