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he had more then one occasion shot a lawbreaker, or even turned the decons on unwelcome visitors. He and his husband Leo had a good sense of justice and law.
    I couldn’t relate though, I thought the people I lived with were a bunch of fucking morons and given the chance I would address them as such. I guess that’s why Greyson never let me near the microphone that connected to the outdoor speakers.
     
    “We’re about to have a visit by another mercer,” Greyson said in a loud and booming voice. Immediately there was angry murmurs throughout the crowd, Greyson held up his hand for silence.
    The crowd immediately quieted.
“I see no reason why this visit will be any different from the other ones,” he continued. “To the newcomers here, who may not have experienced this before, this is nothing but a routine visit by one of King Silas’s Chancellors. He will take our blood, take our numbers, take our live births and deaths and general information of the sort.”
“Why the fuck does King Shithead care about any of this?” A middle aged man whose name I never cared to remember remarked loudly.
“First off, if you call him that while the mercer is around, you’re going to get shot in the fucking head,” Leo spoke up, he always got pissed off when someone even suggested ticking off the Legion or one of King Silas’s goons. “And if they don’t shoot you, I will personally shoot you, because pissing off a mercer is going to affect the whole block.”
    The man let out an annoying grunt, everyone else glared angrily at him. Greyson continued.
“I could care less what King Silas is doing with this information, what I do care about is not bringing any attention to us, or our block,” he said with a sharp edge to his voice. “We have been able to remain secluded because of our location, and because of our seclusion, we have a good existence. Compared to the rest of the greywastes, we live in luxury. The last thing we need is to piss off the person who controls this wasteland, because with so much of a wave of his finger, he can and will eliminate us.” I could see Greyson’s body stiffen and his fists clench as he said those last words. He took a deep breath and continued.
    “So while he is here, there will be no bad mouthing the king, no snide remarks. Everyone will cooperate and get this shit over with so we can get on with our lives. We all have our personal opinions of the king, but for the safety of everyone... shut the fuck up about it.”
I scoffed quietly, enough for Leo and Greyson to hear but not anyone else. This would be my first experience with a mercer, though I have shot my fair share of soldiers. All the other times I had been out in the greywastes, and thankfully had missed all of this crap. I wish I was out there now.
Greyson and Leo continued on with their speech, though it sounded much more like a threat to me. I continued to lean back against the crates and rested my arms around the back of my head and yawned obnoxiously. After a few more minutes of threats, the two of them were done, I opened my eyes to see them both crouching down on the roof to jump down onto the square.
“Reaver, walk with me,” Greyson called after the two of them had jumped onto the cracked cobblestone.
    I grunted and got up off of the crates, without even looking I walked the few steps to the edge of the roof and jumped off. I landed onto the ground and strolled casually towards Greyson.
Greyson glanced behind him to make sure I was following him, then he motioned for me to walk beside him. The two of us made our way down the crumbling stone road, the crowd dispersing in all directions, filing down the alleys and streets like worker ants.
    I didn’t know where he was taking me which I never liked, but I had a feeling that the destination wasn’t what was important.
    “I’m going to put this simple, son,” Greyson began, we turned a corner. The street we were now walking on was one of the mostly abandoned parts of