Disclaimer: I don't own infamous nor do I own Sucker Punch… no matter how much I may want to.
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Good Ending
Cole stood over Kessler's body, his body, knowing that what rage Cole felt for his enemy Kessler felt was fully justified. He knew Cole'd hate him and did it anyway to prepare the younger man to do what he could had to respect Kessler for that even as he hated the man for killing Trish. Still... Kessler'd done this for a reason and he knew Cole well enough to know he'd fulfill Kessler's wish on principal.
Several days later Cole was standing on a water tower looking over the Neon, wondering when the people would decide they didn't need him anymore. Wondering what they'd do when they decided it.
The phone rang, disturbing Cole's semi-depressing thoughts, and he answered on instinct. "Hello?" he asked having not bothered to look at he caller ID.
"I can still get you out of there Cole. My superiors know that the ray sphere is gone but they also know that the dead drops exist. If you get all the dead drops and give me the information I'll be able to extract you and give you a new life as a member of an Anti-Conduit task force," Moya's voice replied over the phone.
Internally Cole swore, if he'd had the wits to check the ID he wouldn't have answered her. Despite knowing exactly why Moya had lied to me, knowing she'd told the truth the entire time as far as why she wanted the sphere and everything except that John was FBI and her husband. Knowing all that, it still pissed Cole off that she'd tried to use him. So had John but at least he was upfront about it.
"I already have all the dead drops Moya and destroyed the satelite uplinks after getting the data. Here's my counter-offer, you drop this bogus quarantine and get people in here to help restore order, let me take control of the First Sons and through them, the Reapers. That'll make your job easier won't it? Then I'll join this taskforce of yours as a department head, the department being created and comprised of the First Sons and Reapers," Cole retorted trying to get Moya to back off and leave Empire City alone.
"Why do you want control of two of the factions that have made your life hell since the blast? And why not the Dustmen too?" Moya probed questioningly. She didn't know why he'd ask to be allowed to bring the Reapers and First Sons with him.
"Let's just say something is coming, something I'm not ready for, something worse than Kessler ever was. Want more information? Decide on the deal." Cole adamantly replied, refusing to say any more until Moya decided.
"My superiors guessed you'd request the quarantine lifted and help sent in for the people inside but not the two factions coming with you. I'll need a bit of time to talk to them, and Cole? I am sorry for not telling you the real reason we wanted John but you wouldn't have helped me otherwise and you know it," Moya replied some small measure of sincerity slipping into her usually firm and almost emotionless voice.
Cole sighed, she was right, he'd have refused to listen if she told him the truth at the onset. He'd have escaped her little room and after his powers grew he'd probably have gone back at the blockade and destroyed it to get out of the city. "Do hurry," He replied before he hung up.
It was barely 15 minutes later when Moya called back. "It's a deal. Be at the Stampton Bridge in 15 minutes fire 3 flares of energy into the air as you approach, they're under orders to let you pass," the FBI agent told him before hanging up.
Cole was surprised. Seems like he'd owe Sasha that date he'd accidental promised after-all.
AN: I don't yet know if I'll do an Evil Edition. Mainly because the plot that runs through my mind would be smutty at best…. What am I saying? *stabs muse with inspiration fork*