[Trakadon]

Roland turned his head when he heard someone stumbling around behind him. He saw a wounded kid hobbling about towards the base of the fire skulls. The kid looked like any normal civilian but there were subtle hints that he was a part of the fire skulls, and by the looks of things he was on the losing end of a fight. Then again he was alive so that by itself was a small victory.

Then Roland got an idea. He needed a way into the base and this kid would be his ticket in. He slowly started to creep up behind the kid and struck him at the base of the skull. Just enough to knock him out and as he fell, Roland grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder.

"Sorry about this kid, but I need to use you to get into the base." Roland sighed and started to walk towards the entrance. "I really hope this works." He grumble under his breath.

As Roland approached the entrance of the base he noticed that there was more then just two guards at the door. There was more in the windows.

"Stop right there!" one of the door guards yelled out as he raised his rifle and pointed it towards Roland.
"Whoa there. I'm one of you guys. My buddy here was wounded in an ambush and needs medical attention."
"If you're one of us then what's the password?"
"Um..." Roland scratched the side of his face and mumbled. "No one ever mentioned anything about a password..."
"So you don't know the password then?" The armed gaurd motioned to his partner and he walked up to Roland and grabbed the kid from him.
"Hey its Hayate, and he's all fucked up!"
The armed guard aimed his gun at Roland. "What the fuck did you do to him?!"
Roland raised his hands up and shook his head. "I found him like that I swear."
"Yeah right. We'll let Ms. Kitazawa deal with you. Search him and tie him up."
The guards searched Roland and cuffed his arms behind his back using his own cuffs.
"Hey give me back my smokes!" Roland demanded.
"Fuck you. These are mine now." The guard flipped Roland off as he was lead into the base towards the meeting hall.
"I'll be back for my smokes you little prick! And There better not be a single one missing you hear me!" He yelled out as he was lead inside.

Roland grumbled as he was forced down on his knees in a very large open room that seemed to be used as some sort of arena. He looked around slowly and noticed the glaring eyes of all the Fire skulls that had come to watch his fate. But the thing Roland noticed the most was the age of the majority of the spectators. "They couldn't be older then twelve." He thought to himself.