The Rogues: Chapter 7

The Rogues Chapter 7:

Heatwave spent the last couple hours flying towards Jerboas hut.

He finally reached it seconds before a thunderstorm started happening. He grabbed a small dagger that does nothing, not even kill an enemy. But it brought back some memories.

Heatwave thought that Jerboa might have the answers. He went into her hut and saw Jerboa ll on a wooden chair. “Come in Heatwave!” Jerboa said.

“What’s this dagger?” he said, handing it to Jerboa. “I remember this dagger!” she said. “I think it's recorder twelve.” Jerboa mumbled putting the knife in a wooden box.

“I enchanted it to do something amazing.” Jerboa said. “I enchanted it to record whatever I said into it once I pressed the switch on the dagger.”

Heatwave noticed that there was a switch on the dagger. “I have a question.” Brutale said, making Heatwave and Jerboa jump. “Yes?” asked Jerboa. “How do you know Heatwave’s parents Fennec and Quicksand?”

Jerboa lit a kettle, making tea. “We were partners, working for a society that took refugees from all over the continent. These will list said refugees as dead.

Until one night, when a NightWing took over and turned them into murderous terrorists. Since then, they paid soldiers from the SandWing war, listed them as dead and let them kill.”

Jerboa grabbed her tea and sat down. “Twenty years of mayhem. All from one person.” She sipped her tea. “Thunderstorm.” Heatwave and Brutale looked at each other.

“How do you know this?” Brutale asked as Jerboa finished her tea.

“Because I’m a former member of the Rogues.”