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10-23-2015, 04:26 AM
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As I walked through the City, traveling only by foot to enjoy the scenic view of a bustling city. I stepped upon people of all types, happy, sad, and at the same time eager. It allowed my thoughts to wander like that of a lost dog looking for its next meal. As a Leader, I often have to act on the present and try to push the Agency forward into it's future. Some folk tend to forget the care and love that is shared inside. I may even forget from time to time of what has happened over time. I came across an old Agent, to most he was considered a relic of the past. He had retired many years ago and fought in more instances than even I can remember. He had told me about his future plans and eased into a relaxed stance when speaking to me. The man spoke of the tough times he had in the Agency. How during those wars, he had let fear run over him, but never strayed from his word. How he had felt a strong bond between the others as they traversed many hills and forests trying to accomplish their objective. He spoke of the older days, when the Agency only had a small beat up office building and a leaning flag pole. On top of that flag pole, a single flag flew, and around the Agents gathered every day to salute it. The aged man said, "Everyday Marston would walk out and tell us about our future and how he believed we could be the one that brought the dreams back to the world. " Never did he expect this he mentioned as I spoke to him. He never expected the Agency to go for so long and would stick up such a fight. A home that somehow managed to survive through the darkest storms, only surviving on their unwavering dedication. The man shed a tear as I walked with him. I, personally could not believe that a man who retired so long ago, considered himself an Agent. Still caring for the Agency even long after he departed. Never once did he question his allegiance, even after being far out of reach. He had only been in the City for a day, yet fate had made it so we would meet the day he was leaving the City once again. He wished to call himself "Unknown" and asked me to do one action. He said, "I want you to show your thanks to those forgotten warriors. I have no clue what you do behind closed doors, but I want to see it publically. Many have no clue who we are, but that is not the problem to me. I want people to remember the sacrifices that were made to have what is here today. Maybe Agents know, maybe they don't, but don't think I'm asking for this great respect for even I had my flaws. I'm just asking them to remember what that dedication created by us rough riders. The ones who opened up the door so that many years down the road, you all could have this. Even thank yourself since you remained dedicated. I may of left and took off, but I know you understand. I know how the Agency was in the past, a group of the rough bunch, yet it was home. Thank you (Grub) John. Give a thanks from me too since I'll never forget my time here. Even though I served during the days where we were less organized, its still the same welcoming home. I can just tell from watching them work from the road. Best of luck to you and the Agency. May our roads cross again old friend..."
The old man said it would be most likely the last time I ever saw him again, yet would not let his loyalty stray. As the crisp fall winds blew in, we kept walking through the City and soon to the outer growths. Agents bustled back and fourth with supplies, curious about our walk. Every step we saw old images from the past, whether it was a great fight or where a tire was blown, we took it all in. It had been a few years before he had crossed these paths, yet every foot had a story to tell. We came to an old outpost that was constructed during the Agency's first war. It was a simple place. Fitted with two slots for Agents to fire from,which showcased wear from the elements. It was still in use as it now was used as a rely station between two main HQ's. Then the man broke into tears as soon as he had seen it... Upon a flag pole outside the outpost waved a flag... A flag that had been battered and beaten with the Agents. A flag that showed powder burns from when it was led into battle. A flag that survived to be almost like a candle light to those who followed it. A glowing ember for those who were lost upon their travels. This very flag is frayed, worn, and faded, yet is the waving spirit of the Agency. It had been beaten from the battles, yet showed a great livelihood. No matter what happened, this flag waved upon the Agents, showcasing the dedication and spirit that was needed to turn even the roughest days into the best ones.
The retired Agent picked himself up, saluted the flag, and turned to me. A smile appeared upon his tear stained face. He had walked through the past and got to relive the greatest part of his life again. He thanked me, gave a firm handshake, and decided it would be best for him to leave the City. "UNKNOWN" had appeared out of nowhere, yet still brought with him ideas that he thought would aide the Agency. As a Leader, I believe the hardest job to do is letting go. Letting go those loyal Agents who have to follow their paths in life, whether it be traveling to other Countries or simply needing to explore the world. An Agent isn't someone you throw away, its a person you remember for the longevity of your life. Its a person of great moral stature, someone who wants to protect their new found home. If it wasn't for the sacrifices the Agents in the past, and even today, made we would not be today. The Agency wouldn't of been pushing it's third year within EvoCity. I give a special thanks to all of my Agents. Those who advocated their time for the Agency and did all they could to push the Agency forward. Agents who never let their loyalty die even when they parted ways with the Agency. The ones who gave it their all, but never regretted it even on their dying breath. Even the ones who soldiered on. I don't forget any of my Agents since each one left an impact here. Each one changed the Agency slightly to give it what we have today. So I say thank you because it wasn't for you, the Agency wouldn't exist...
Thank you once again for your courageous service. Agents and Agents from long ago, I once again say Thank you. I will never forget the ones who served long ago nor the ones who serve today, you all are special to me in your own little way.
Signed John Marston Leader of The Shadow Associates Agency
The old man said it would be most likely the last time I ever saw him again, yet would not let his loyalty stray. As the crisp fall winds blew in, we kept walking through the City and soon to the outer growths. Agents bustled back and fourth with supplies, curious about our walk. Every step we saw old images from the past, whether it was a great fight or where a tire was blown, we took it all in. It had been a few years before he had crossed these paths, yet every foot had a story to tell. We came to an old outpost that was constructed during the Agency's first war. It was a simple place. Fitted with two slots for Agents to fire from,which showcased wear from the elements. It was still in use as it now was used as a rely station between two main HQ's. Then the man broke into tears as soon as he had seen it... Upon a flag pole outside the outpost waved a flag... A flag that had been battered and beaten with the Agents. A flag that showed powder burns from when it was led into battle. A flag that survived to be almost like a candle light to those who followed it. A glowing ember for those who were lost upon their travels. This very flag is frayed, worn, and faded, yet is the waving spirit of the Agency. It had been beaten from the battles, yet showed a great livelihood. No matter what happened, this flag waved upon the Agents, showcasing the dedication and spirit that was needed to turn even the roughest days into the best ones.
The retired Agent picked himself up, saluted the flag, and turned to me. A smile appeared upon his tear stained face. He had walked through the past and got to relive the greatest part of his life again. He thanked me, gave a firm handshake, and decided it would be best for him to leave the City. "UNKNOWN" had appeared out of nowhere, yet still brought with him ideas that he thought would aide the Agency. As a Leader, I believe the hardest job to do is letting go. Letting go those loyal Agents who have to follow their paths in life, whether it be traveling to other Countries or simply needing to explore the world. An Agent isn't someone you throw away, its a person you remember for the longevity of your life. Its a person of great moral stature, someone who wants to protect their new found home. If it wasn't for the sacrifices the Agents in the past, and even today, made we would not be today. The Agency wouldn't of been pushing it's third year within EvoCity. I give a special thanks to all of my Agents. Those who advocated their time for the Agency and did all they could to push the Agency forward. Agents who never let their loyalty die even when they parted ways with the Agency. The ones who gave it their all, but never regretted it even on their dying breath. Even the ones who soldiered on. I don't forget any of my Agents since each one left an impact here. Each one changed the Agency slightly to give it what we have today. So I say thank you because it wasn't for you, the Agency wouldn't exist...
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Thank you once again for your courageous service. Agents and Agents from long ago, I once again say Thank you. I will never forget the ones who served long ago nor the ones who serve today, you all are special to me in your own little way.
Signed John Marston Leader of The Shadow Associates Agency
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"A man must stand in the eyes of fear and march on to lead those who follow him to victory. Through these battles, a man will build himself a home, a place of refuge and happiness for those he cares about." - Grub
"A man must stand in the eyes of fear and march on to lead those who follow him to victory. Through these battles, a man will build himself a home, a place of refuge and happiness for those he cares about." - Grub