The boy pulled his shirt down and nodded, Orwell walking back in. "You can come in now Miss Mercy. Oh and I believe I saw your shoe in the wreckage over there." He flew over to sit on top of the ruins he indicated. "Master Edward usually sleeps well, last night we simply stayed up a bit longer due to calibration. Eating better will be an issue however. He has been living off the only things we've had available to us, rations. I've had strict proportions cut out for him, supply is scarce." Orwell flew over to Edward as the boy put his hoodie back on. "But we shall find a way to manage, as we always have."

Edward nodded, and pulled his container out of his hoodie, grinding up his breakfast. He held the mixture of ration and water up to Elyss and also offered it to Mercy.

"Oh, y'know, saving the world and all that good stuff," Jett replied nonchalantly, "Going to kill Carnifex before he kills our poor half Fraysan friend guy."

At first Mercy just peeked in to make sure it was okay, before she walked back inside. "So how bad is it?" She asked Elyss, crouching down next to the pile of rubble Orwell showed her. Ed didn't really want her to see, but shouldn't mind asking her questions.

When Ed offered her his 'mix' Mercy turned around, smiled and waved her hand. "No thank you, I have my own after all..." She looked around. "...Somewhere...in my backpack..." The girl faced the wreckage again, and continued to take it apart, until she eventually found not only her boot, but also her just mentioned bag. She put the shoe on, and opened her backpack, pulling a rubber band out, to finally tide her hair. As she kept browsing the backpack, she fortunately found out that the mp3 player was inside it as well.

Mercy straighten back up, looking slightly worried. "I dunno, maybe it flew outside or something..." She still had her bandana missing, and so, the girl left the room, searching through debris in front of the broken doorway.

"Master Edward usually sleeps well, last night we simply stayed up a bit longer due to calibration. Eating better will be an issue however. He has been living off the only things we've had available to us, rations. I've had strict proportions cut out for him, supply is scarce." Orwell flew over to Edward as the boy put his hoodie back on. "But we shall find a way to manage, as we always have."

"We will find better food on the way, hopefully," she said, her voice cheery. "I suppose we should just hope for the best, Orwell." She titled her head and stood from her place trying to find Mercy's bag.

"So how bad is it?" She asked Elyss, crouching down next to the pile of rubble Orwell showed her. Ed didn't really want her to see, but shouldn't mind asking her questions.

"It's..." Elyss was actually thinking. It was bad to say the least. Seeing ribcage and exposed organs meant something should have been done a long time ago. After a brief pause, she continued. "It's doable," she nodded to reassure everybody in the room. Especially Orwell and Edward. She looked to the boy who was busy mixing his rations with water. Such sustenance would be too few for a boy despite rations being what any soldier would need. It doesn't fit a growing boy. He needs actual food.

Edward nodded, and pulled his container out of his hoodie, grinding up his breakfast. He held the mixture of ration and water up to Elyss and also offered it to Mercy.

"I'm fine," she said, both hands in front of her waving slightly. "Thank you. I have some of my own rations in my bag. You should eat those yourself to keep your strength up." Elyss ruffled Edward's hair. She managed to find her own bag when Mercy found hers, fortunately both were close one another. She looked through the contents of her bag and were satisfied most survived. Water canteen, box of food and a few spare clothes. She traveled light, the best way, as a wanderer.

"Orwell," she said approaching the robot. She made sure to speak in whisper as to not alarm Edward too much. "I'd like you to schedule the first session. It will be for grafting some of his muscle and skin elsewhere to his chest. I doubt we have compatible donors here so I need to get some from him unfortunately. So it would be best for you to mentally prepare him as well as physically."

"I cannot sing two songs at once, so the healing and grafting will be a bit painful. After the operation, I will be able to soothe the pain entirely until the boy rests," she explained thoroughly like a doctor to a concerned parent. "If anyone here has some pain relievers, I'm sure it would be appreciated during the operation."

Yogi, seeing the mess, stepped past the group and began to take out a lot of supplies.
Super glue, nails, hammer, etc. as well as his mop and bucket.
He began to mop once more.

"Oh, they have no idea," Jett said with a shrug, "Chances are they'll realize, when everything gets super dark and gritty and people start dying."

He then grinned, "But that's okay," He turned to the rest of the group once again, "LET'S GOOOOOO"

"Grafting hmm..." Orwell looked at Edward who was drinking his breakfast. "Is it possible we can knock him out through this process? Must he be awake? The Obelisk is in possession of surgical sedatives."

"That would be great," Elyss stated. "It hadn't crossed my mind to use sedatives, only painkillers. Since I was so used to treating people outside. Sedatives are kind of a luxury."

"Anyway, I'm prepared anytime to begin the surgery," she said confidently. "Just tell me when."

With that, she heard Jett's voice calling to everyone. Elyss excused herself from the conversation and moved towards where the railings should be. She donned her cloak and looked back to Edward and Orwell. "Come," she beckoned. "It seems Jett has become impatient."

Then she wondered where Mercy was.

Edward jumped down from the table he was sitting on and Orwell activated his copter blades. "Then it is decided." Orwell turned to Edward. "Master Edward we are going to perform surgery on you when it's the most convenient. You'll be put under sedative throughout the duration of the surgery, you shouldn't feel a thing." The boy nodded silently, finishing his drink and pocketing it. The duo descend to rejoin with the group.

"Wait...No" Mercy groaned hearing about the group's departure. "Im not leaving without that damned kerchief!" The girl kept running around the bar visibly worried now, knocking over every possible piece of debris and looking under every piece of furniture, be it broken or not. "Grr...it has to be here somewhere...Just a second, I promise!" She said as she passed by Jett, but then slowed downed and turned around, slowly going backwards. "Or...I don't know...Just go, I'll catch up to you guys. Once I find it..." Mercy turned around again and ran up back the second floor.

Mercy ran back and forth in front of Jett and he exhaled, putting a hand on his face, "I mean, alright," He replied eventually, "Don't see much reason to stay in rubble looking for a handkerchief."

He turned to Nikolai Jr, who was still staring over at Edon, "Nikolai," He called, "Come on."

He turned to Jett, then back to Edon, "You owe me," He asserted.

Yogi, while sweeping the floor, found something strange.
A wrinkled bandanna, a bit dusty, but overall still in good shape.
Walking up to Mercy, he laid it into her hand, and silently went back to sweeping.

"Fine," Edon groaned, "Since you like me so much, I'll lead you through The City... but, after that, I don't owe you shit."

The old drunkard glanced to Jett, "Unbunch your panties, shorty. You said free drinks."

Finally, Jett got the rest of the group to leave. He quickly lead them away from the bar and back down a beaten dirt path. Right behind him was Jim; he stopped his car and took one look at the damages before screaming into the sky. A lot of it was random curse words, but they caught one word very clearly, "JETT!!!". Jett started to speed walk after that, chuckling nervously, "He'll be fine," Jett reassured.

****

The City's towering walls reached the height of tall buildings, built from concrete dribbling with Fraysan oil. Spikes lined the top of it, and inside they could hear a mixture of human screams and Fraysan shrieks, "Lovely," Nikolai Jr said to himself. Two guards in riot gear stood, guns poised upward. They were there in case a Fraysan escaped, not if a human went in; they could do that at their own risk.

"So we wait for Mano," Jett said, "Then we all go in together. He goes in by himself, he'll be screwed within the first thirty seconds."

He turned to everyone after that, "This is the entrance to District 7. It's where we start our journey to District 2, home of our friendly Carnifex."