Betrayed

From his wrist launcher fired the grappling bolt.
"Shunck"
The bolt connected with a support beam of the opposite building.
Conor leapt from the rooftop into the chasm of buildings.
As the wind cut at his armor, thoughts of old battles raced through his mind.

Still as bad as any situation had been, this one seemed to be the worst. A Stealth Knight had gone rogue. One of there own. He betrayed and abandoned an entire team of Knights. Broke into Knight Headquarters, destroyed the central database, and sabotaged every dragon in the hanger. Everything the Knights had accomplished was nearly destroyed by this one dissention. Worst, the Stealth Knight was a friend, a good friend.

"Shunck" another grappling bolt hit its target. The first grappling bolt retracted back and was ready for the next fire. Two more swings and he would be to the next rooftop.

"Conor!" A message came across the neck communicator.
"Mordecai?"
"Conor, stay out of this."
"A little late Mordecai! What you did is... "
Before Conor could finish his message, he noticed a Stealth Knight in the shadows of a distant rooftop, from those shadows a throwing blade emerged that severed Conor's grappling bolt line.
Conor had enough momentum to force himself into a side of a building. His body smacked into the brick wall with a tremendous force. Conor managed to grab a hold of the fire escape abruptly stopping his fall. Every muscle in his body racked with pain.

"Shunck"

Mordecai had fired his wrist launcher and swung toward Conor. Conor tried desperately to pull himself up onto the fire escape. His body was too badly hurt, it was taking all his strength just to hold on. Mordecai landed right above Conor. Mordecai's stealth armor neatly blended into the darkness of the building.

"Stay... out... of... this..." Mordecai's voice was almost sincere.
Calmly Conor replied. "Why? Tell me why ... before I take you down."

Mordecai's response. "Piety requires us to honor truth above our friends"
"Quoting Aristotle doesn't make what you did right!" yelled Conor.

"Shunck"

Mordecai grabbed the taught bolt line and looked down at Conor.

"No notice is taken of a little evil, but great evil gets noticed." With that haunting statement Mordecai swung out into the night.

Conor manged to pull himself onto the fire escape and tapped his neck communicator.

"Did you get that Knight base?"
"Copy Gauntlet Knight, loud and clear. We are triangulating his postion now. The only working Dragon will be on his postion in 3 minutes. Fully loaded with a squad of our best Tactical Knights."

Disturbed by Mordecai's words and the betrayel of a friend, Conor stood up and stared out into the darkness. Lost in thoughts that don't shed light, but only cast more doubt.



Notes:

"Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil." -Aristotle 
"No notice is taken of a little evil, but when it increases it strikes the eye. -Aristotle 
"What it lies in our power to do, it lies in our power not to do. - Aristotle 

Conor Wardell
Hamond Artaxerxes
Reynard Stuart
Mack Byron
Samuel Mordecai
Mackenzie Davin
Áedán Cornell
Eideard Archelaus
Gauntlet Knight
Stealth Knight
Tactical Knight