section7mfu | A Little Drabble Do Ya--Innocents

They walked down the side of the road, gun in hand searching for anyone alive.

Thrush had been here before them and the village was wiped out.

“Why?” Napoleon asked disgusted.

“It is their way,” Illya responded knowing that his partner’s heart was breaking.

“Men, women, and children for a piece of information.” Napoleon’s anger filling his words.

A sudden cry brought the men to a mother hiding with a baby.

“You’re safe,” Napoleon comforted her smiling.

“We cannot bring the others back, but we will keep them safe.” Illya promised.

“I know,” he said offering his hand to the woman.