Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's - Crimson
by Yusei
Summary - "AU. Yuusei is part of an underground group named Dark Phoenix, assassinating those Neo-Domino refuses to deal with. Something isn't right within him; he can't see it, but his friends can. The Black Rose Witch is about to learn".
Disclaimer – I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's or any of the characters.
A / N – I wasn't expecting such a reaction to this, I'm extremely greatful for everyone who left such encouraging reviews, I just hope this makes up for the wait for the next chapter.. Hope you enjoy. Please read and review.
The centre of Satellite was quiet and still; lifeless in contrast with the shores nearest the distant city. No-one dared venture out into the disaster zone where the origins of Satellite lied buried like a dirty secret. All bar the two D-Wheels ploughing through the dead ground, racing towards the scarred epicentre. All that remained was a crater torn into the surface of Satellite and digging well down into the depths, rumours from those in the populated areas a safe distance claimed it led all the way to Hell. That demons were born in the bottom of the pit having fed on the souls of those slaughtered in the disaster seventeen years before. They weren't far off. Old Momentum could have been the closest place on Earth to the underworld.
Kiryu led Yuusei towards the crater; the place that sealed the fates of their parents, just like those of thousands, maybe more. Yuusei could never settle into the crater in the same way as Kiryu and the others, like there was always some ghost hanging over his shoulder, whispering chillingly into his ear that his parents had died in the very same place. Constant haunting of a past beyond solid memories. The two machines jumped over miniature fissures in the ground, crashing to a halt at the edge of the black ring, Yuusei leaned forward, gazing down through the shadows lingering about the pit; somewhere in that darkness were the lost graves of so many lives.
Kiryu dismounted from his D-Wheel, sliding the dark helmet from his pale head, sitting it onto the seat of the machine and returned his hands to ensure the purple band wrapped around his head remained straight. Yuusei stayed in place, watching his friend prepare himself for their descent. Feeling the dark eyes on him, Kiryu turned to Yuusei, smiling brightly.
"Come on, you know no-one comes out here" he chuckled. "The D-Wheels should be fine if we leave them for a little bit. We'll take them down the other way in a while, okay?"
Yuusei hesitated to move on, allowing a minute to tick by before conceding and lifting the red helmet from his black hair, the spikes falling back into place as though they had been standing the same throughout the ride. Following Kiryu's lead, he clambered from the D-Wheel and laid the helmet to rest within its arms, treading towards the edge of the earth and stare down into the black abyss beneath them.
"Come on" Kiryu said as he walked past the younger shadow. "We may as well get this over with quickly".
Kiryu led Yuusei to the rusted railing wrapped around a staircase winding its way down one side of the crater, down towards Hell. Yuusei frowned and followed the pale-haired man, keeping his hands from the railing, not ready to kill himself by falling down to greet his parents. Where no-one lived, Dark Phoenix hid - this was the nerve centre of the supposed vigilantes. Neither of the young men said anything as they descended deeper into the shadows, crawling down the hole dug for them to hide away in.
Once they reached the bottom, Kiryu stepped forward, stretching his arms above his head, wrapping the fingers of his right hand around the straightened arm over his head. His back arched back, then straightened so he could turn to face Yuusei standing behind him with a friendly smile. The shorter boy seemed restless; he was never happy with coming back. Kiryu laid a black-gloved hand onto his friend's shoulder, a sign of reassurance - he was still with him.
The two continued their journey through the bottom of the planet. Moving through dark corridors without any sign of life; like a fire had ripped through and destroyed anything that resembled human life having ever been present. Locked doors broke the wall and hid away the workplaces of people past; where they lived and breathed and bonded.
Kiryu kept his eyes straight while the two navigated through the maze of dead memories, Yuusei's eyes occasionally latched onto a door, the back of his mind wandering off to the people who were last inside; what they did, their families, who they were. They haunted him. The clicking sound, like that a pebble on the road made, hit the ground behind him. He froze and turned briskly, glaring uneasily down the black corridor, seeing a black shape vanish around a corner to the corridor they had just come from. Maybe it was some wild animal that had managed to survive Satellite and the journey to Hell. He slowly turned back, fixed to the spot and eyes still searching that dark opening.
"Yuusei?" Kiryu's voice came, piercing the mystery.
Yuusei whipped his head around, finding Kiryu standing a short distance ahead, his face somewhere between default happiness and confusion over Yuusei's hanging back.
"Is everything okay?" he asked.
Yuusei finished rotating his body to Kiryu, smiling faintly for a second; the best he could manage at the time and nodded slowly.
"Yeah, sorry" he mumbled. "I didn't mean to worry you".
Kiryu's smile softened, soothing almost. He turned ahead and walked again, leading Yuusei through the shadows like a flame to guide the way. Within a couple of minute more, the two were greeted by the end of the hallway maze, three small flickers of light joined into one, welcoming them into the enlarged room ahead. The two stopped in the door, looking in. A stretched dining table remained in the centre of the chamber, the three flames lit the hoods of three people; the large dark-skinned man to the left with yellow lining his black robes, a slender woman opposite him with a matching attire, the difference coming in her green theme. Between them and at the head of the table, another bulky man waited with his arms folded over his chest, blood red decorated his dark robes.
"Kiryu, Yuusei" he croaked with the deep voice hiding underneath the dyed tan throat. "Welcome back".
File 2 - Duty
The two young men remained fixed in place, standing opposite the bulky man seated at the commanding position between the other cloaked allies. The man tilted his head back, unveiling the cold violet irises floating in the darkness, setting one each on the duo opposite him, watching with unfeeling faces.
"Well" the large man spoke on with a proud smirk. "It seems you did well, Yuusei. I'm proud to call you an ally".
The youngest of the occupants sank his head between his shoulders vaguely, clenching the fists by his sides and jaws against one another. The readjustment filled the lack of a response, something that seemed to amuse the leader, Rudger, and draw a smirk onto his face; a chuckle rippled through the dead air, crawling to the pair standing defiantly opposite. Kiryu stepped forward, moving slightly ahead of his friend, standing like a barrier between the clashing souls.
"What do we have to do now?" he asked casually.
Yuusei set his glare onto the pale-haired man in front, trying to stand as a peacemaker between him and their superior. Rudger grinned at Kiryu's decision to try and keep the fragile peace.
"There's nothing for you two do; the two of you have been out late in that storm, just rest for now" he commanded.
Kiryu turned away, dropping a hand onto Yuusei's shoulder, drawing the sharpened eyes of the still tense dark-haired one. With a gentle push, Kiryu led him from the central chamber, sinking deeper into darkness as the candlelight failed to stretch out to them anymore.
"Yuusei, Kiryu, wait" a feminine voice pleaded.
The two paused and watched over their shoulders; the woman dressed in a black cloak lined with green approached them gracefully, black hair hanging over her shoulders and a soft small smile brightened her face; she looked like a warm character, caring and trustworthy.
"Is something wrong, Misty?" Kiryu asked, rotating his body to face the young woman.
"No, nothing with me. I was just making sure you were both alright" Misty replied with a gentle voice. She regarded them like younger brothers; people she cared for, whom she could feel would stand by her in the bitter world where friends turned easily. "Rudger made a valid point in that you were out there all night; the storm was heavy".
"Don't worry, we're alright" Kiryu insisted with a grin, scratching the back of his head. His smile vanished, however, when he pressed on. "Has there been no luck finding your brother?"
A solemn look washed over Misty's face, followed by a slow shaking; despair flooded her eyes as she looked back to the two, swimming in her tears over the past.
"I've come to the conclusion he's no longer with us" she confessed, her throat tight from locked emotions suddenly clambering upwards at once, choking her. "If that's the case, I want to avenge him. I want to know who was responsible for taking him from me".
Kiryu sighed while Yuusei's head dropped, eyes floating amongst the cracks that ran through the floor beneath. They both knew what it was like to lose someone - they had both been friends with Jack before he vanished. They had both good news that doubled as bad once they recognised him as one of the figures working under Security on the case of Dark Phoenix. He was hunting them down.
"Don't worry, Misty" the pale-haired man whispered. "You're not alone. Jack may not be dead, but we lost him too. Crow told us that rumours said he'd been backed into a corner when Godwin confronted him - I promise; we'll save him from that man. We'll bring him back to where he belongs… somehow".
"He's waiting…" Yuusei added, barely above a whisper. "I can feel him waiting for us".
Through the streets of Neo-Domino, Jack rode in the centre of the prestigious white D-Wheel given to him following his escape from Satellite. A one-of-a-kind design, effectively impossible to replicate. The machine pounded down the streets, slipping through into an exclusive car park that ran into the ground level of the tallest residential tower in all the city. The blonde's mind remained wiped as he removed the helmet and laid it on the seat, striding to the elevator nearby and punching in the key for the rooftop apartment; the single-most expensive residence in the tower, with the best view of the city that was beyond value. The doors slid shut in front of his chest, locking him away from the world.
The next time Jack could see through the panel, the sky shone through the opposite wall, made of glass French doors, completing the rectangular shape of the apartment. Two children, identical to one another, sat at a coffee table in the centre of the family room, otherwise deserted, cards laid out onto the glass surface. Jack moved forward, watching as the boy threw down a card enthusiastically, beaming with pride as he executed a vital move in their game. The blonde's shadow stretched into the expensively furnished room, slipping into the corner of the boy's eye. He lifted his head, beaming at Jack with a childish fervour, leapt up from the table and charged towards the man twice his size.
"Jack!" he yelped excitedly.
"Lua" Jack responded calmly, glancing at the girl who remained seated obediently. "Luca".
"It's so cool that you've come like this!" Lua called, clenching his fists, his eyes widening with glimmers of adoration.
"Don't get so worked up all the time Lua" Luca sighed, irritated by the overly-enthusiastic behaviour of her twin. "Jack may be famous, but we're friends; there's nothing different about being friends with someone that many more people know".
Lua stamped on the ground, glaring at his sister with a look of rage. "I'm just glad that we know someone who's doing something so noble, like fighting for the city" he protested. "Because he's everywhere, seeing Jack is like meeting him for the first time - the thrill doesn't go away to see the face that everyone knows and remember that he comes to see us".
"That's because our parents have good relations with Director Godwin" Luca sighed. "That's why Jack comes - to check on us after Godwin agreed to indirectly baby-sit us while they're gone. I'm sure if he had the choice, he wouldn't come, I'm sure Jack has better things to do".
Lua turned to Jack, streams of tears trickling down his face in fear that what Luca said was the true, the boy sobbed as she gazed up at Jack, who remained with a calm and neutral face, taken back by the topic of conversation.
"Is that it, Jack?" he whined. "Do you think I'm a pain and a burden? Have you come here only because you were told to?"
Jack smiled, leaning forward and laying a hand on top of the boy's teal hair, ruffling the centre, which prompted Lua to whine as he endured the playful gesture.
"That's wrong; I come as a duty, but out of enjoyment as well" Jack stated. "I haven't been told to come today, I came here out of my own will; I just felt it would be wise to see you both".
Lua's tears halted in an instant, the boy wiped the trails away speedily and, when they dropped, resumed his grinning expression. The news was both proof and relief; peace was restored in an instance. Internally, Jack's own smile faltered; if only peace could be so easily re-established outside the tower; the kids were innocent, naïve to what was happening, for a large part of the affairs between Security and Dark Phoenix. But at the same time, they had been granted knowledge that nobody else knew of. He worried for them; underneath the fabric arm stretched over to Lua's head, there was a symbol - a dark crimson symbol that Godwin claimed was thousands of years old.
The mark was a beacon that led Godwin to him in Satellite. He wasn't alone; Luca also possessed one, although, much to his disappointment, the same couldn't be said for Lua. Always asked, he declared that he wanted to possess one so that he could feel important, so that he could use it as a means of strengthening bonds and feeling important to Jack and his sister, to protect her. There was a word that Godwin used to describe these marks - he called them Birthmarks of Signers.
According to the Director, a war raged between dragons and demonic creatures risen from the earth thousands of years ago. Seemingly, the war from that era had been dormant and unfinished over time, changing shape and nature; from mythical creatures to people with guns and a thirst for blood against the righteous and civilised. The dragons were passed on, hibernating in the form of Duel Monsters cards - the game had been popular for decades, always evolving, but with current affairs, it had taken a back seat to the safety of people. Tournaments were rare, curfews were commonly instated, nowhere and no-one was safe. Only a select few could be chosen by the bestowal of the strange marks - five in total, if Godwin was to be believed. It was fortunate that two could be located so quickly and nearby, perhaps they were all in the city… or spread across the area. Maybe there were others in Satellite. They had reason to believe it, after all.
According to Godwin, four of the five dragon cards were known in existence; each seemingly in the hands of the person they belonged with. The exception: Ancient Fairy Dragon, Luca's card. Apparently, she was a prisoner of Dark Phoenix, buried deep in the shadows of Satellite, potentially with Stardust as her only companion.
"Jack…" a faint voice crawled through the widespread silence. The violet eyes of the man fell onto the anxious child. "Has there been anything about Ancient Fairy? Has she been found?"
Her eyes swam with sorrow and regret; she looked almost responsible in those eyes. It tore at Jack's heart to see a young girl of her age look so lost and guilty; she was a child, the loss of Ancient Fairy Dragon preceded her life. But she was tied down with responsibility; she never blamed the fact that she wasn't alive, she simply blamed the fact that she couldn't be there. The girl had a mature mind… a mind faltering. She was going to drive herself mad.
Reluctantly, he would have to answer.
"I'm afraid not" he sighed heavily. "But I promise, the instance we find her, I'll let you know. I promise".
Luca nodded faintly, immediately brightening her pale face with a false smile. "Thank you, Jack". She lived for the news. There was little outside the apartment for her. Jack rested a hand onto her shoulder, the edge slipping from the small joint that protruded her torso.
"Don't worry; we will find her" he whispered. "I swore the day we learned from Godwin about what happened that I'd get her back for you. And it won't just be Ancient Fairy; Stardust is there, hurt. We're going to rescue them both; they're allies, they're meant to be with us. On this side of the flood".
The name of the other dragon cued a memory in Lua's mind; he had heard the story before from Jack - about the dragon trapped by its darkness and tied down by those surrounding it, poisoning it. He tilted his head inquisitively while twisting himself a minor degree to face the blonde.
"That's Fudo Yuusei, right?" he asked.
Jack nodded in response, smiling gently at Lua's recollection; he cared. Someone did care, even if he could do nothing to play a role in the oncoming clash of light and dark, normal and abnormal, lawful and sinful. Jack's other hand scampered through the air, crawling onto Lua's shoulder; the three were united through one connection.
"Just don't forget, you can't mention that to anyone else" he hushed. "Yuusei or Stardust; especially that they're actually one. Yuusei's been advertised as the one responsible for what's happening. But I don't believe its true; he could never commit such atrocities; even if he is, someone else has to be pulling the strings, or something major must have happened since I left him. I came here to save him, but I've gotten nowhere nearer achieving that since leaving Satellite; perhaps I would have been more use staying behind".
"That's not true" Lua injected. "If you were in Satellite and Yuusei was captured, you couldn't testify for him. But here, there are people that trust you - you can make things easier if you can stop him from killing people and make sure that Security doesn't throw the book too hard. Godwin wouldn't allow that, you can emphasise that".
Jack's smiled returned and the hand clutching Lua's shoulder shivered, sending shockwaves through the small boy who giggled as his body moved without his command. His eyes opened up again while the process continued, smiling brightly at Jack with eyes full of excitement of what lay ahead.
"Jack, seeing as you're here and not on an errand, why don't we duel?" he asked animatedly. "Red Demons and Power Tool. What do you say?"
The blonde's face was frozen in place, like a mask. The twins didn't have to suffer because his world was threatening to collapse at any time, he would make it his duty to ensure they could have lives separate to the current affairs of their city.
The grey was as dark and grey as any night, but behind a blanket of clouds, the sun was still flying, somewhere. In Satellite, with the extra layer of carbon dioxide, the disappearance of the sun equated complete darkness. Misty strode close to the edge of the earth, her eyes surfing across the nonexistent lid of the crater she called home whilst in hiding.
Waiting around the side of the void, a helicopter say waiting amongst the rubble; brought up from the underground levels of the artificial path into the underground lair, the same grey structure where the D-Wheels were hiding, safe from the world. Misty's reflection drew closer with each step it took, reaching up and sliding the door across, opening the back of the craft. Seated with his head set straight ahead, Demak was at the controls; when a matter involved moving D-Wheels or piloting the craft to the City for Misty's modelling career, the responsibility for the former usually fell to him and latter always. They bonded well because of their journeys between the two states.
The black robes that hung over Misty's body reverted to those of the attire she had been wearing when she last crossed the line into territory of the second version. She stood in a white dress that dragged itself along the floor of the cabin, decorated with a slit made in the left shoulder; a birds-eye view would reveal the full crescent shape. Long glamour white gloves joined the dress; the latest in a range she had been promoting for one of Neo-Domino's most popular designers. She was influential in the light, a criminal in the shadows.
The door rumbled shut and the propellers spun, the two pressed their large earphones over their heads before rising and spinning in the direction of the target city. Misty's eyes slid to the window beside her, fixed on the sparkling land ahead. A mixture of melancholy and frustration washed over her, twisting soft features into venomous for a second before she composed herself.
"Has there been any advance on the investigation?" she inquired. "Is there any evidence regarding Tobi?"
Demak's head sank, as though he sighed before committing himself to confessing the truth. "I'm afraid not. Security is tightening their belts; it's getting difficult to use their records. Especially those regarding the Arcadia Movement. There were few to begin with, it's almost impossible to access them now. But I'll do my best. Yuusei will help; technology and hacking are his fields".
Misty nodded slowly, controlled, then moved her eyes back to the glittering city, eyes narrowed darkly. Rumours surrounding Tobi's death led her to the Arcadia Movement; investigating alone was treacherous. Tobi's death sent Misty spiralling out of control and into the arms of Dark Phoenix, unbeknownst to the public and Security, who were still investigating the death due to her constant appeals for information.
The Arcadia Movement as a whole was shady, but there was one name that kept coming up. One that apparently played a part in Tobi's death - the Black Rose Witch.
At the mental repetition of the name, Misty's slender hand clenched into a pale and bony fist; as with every morning and every night, she swore mutely to exact her revenge on the woman claimed to be responsible for taking everything away from her and led to her self-destruction. She would return the favour and take everything from the masked woman, including her life.
The tower of Security was a silent as ever; the swish of the door sliding out of Godwin's way while he stood statuesque in front of the opening to the dimly lit chamber resembling an intelligence office. Within the darkened walls, several figures were either seated or pacing between walls of computer monitors used by their colleagues, clutching bulky documents in between their hands. Godwin stepped through the doorway, standing close enough to the opening to prevent the door from sliding shut and plunging the chamber in darkness outside the glow of the screens. Amongst the workers, a large dark-skinned man with smooth black hair stood in what resembled an armoured vest and large trousers, towering over two men standing opposite one another in front of him; one wearing a greyed suit and spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose, the other clothed in blue robes and a beret atop his head, smiling eerily calmly.
There was an air emitting from the room that embraced the Director with an off-putting chill. Nevertheless, he was determined to keep his sterile composure; to match the room and its occupants. The three set their eyes onto him simultaneously.
"It seems Dark Phoenix have claimed another victim" he announced automatically; cold and formal. "I'll charge you with the information regarding the victim and his end; I wish that you can uncover enough for us to storm the location where we suspect them to be hiding before too many lives are lost. The streets will soon swim in blood if we fail to stop this ruthless campaign".
Like robots, the trio nodded together and removed their eyes as one from the grey man. With a respectful bow, Godwin turned from the workers and retreated from the room. Whilst he strode through the corridors alone, a glimpse of the strain flashed across his face, creating the illusion that he had aged five extra years in the space of the brief episode, and then back to normal - he couldn't allow anyone to know how much of a toll the counter-campaign was taking on him; he knew much more than the majority of those working under him combined.
The Yliaster Branch - those he had just reported to - were aware of a fraction of the details between them; they understood why Security didn't simply launch a head-on assault against the suspected base of the rogues, but they knew nothing beyond that justification. Nothing more about the people hiding behind the darkness, other than one possessed a particular power that their Branch had been formed to unearth. Godwin's arms swung heavily either side of him, aiding in throwing his body forward and progress without showing any weakness; nobody could see him flinch or worry for even a millisecond, else they could follow, dragging the City after them. They would doubt him and replace him - then he would never accomplish his mission.
Before he knew it, he was standing outside the glimmering door to his office, the panel sliding open to reveal his private space. Somewhere he could hide and let out a grunt or sigh of exasperation without fear of being discovered. In front of his desk, the dwarfish man with the head of a clown stood, smiling optimistically at his superior. He was someone to be trusted, he wouldn't sell out Godwin - they were in their search together. Neither exchanged a word until Godwin fell into the large leather seat behind the curved desk.
"Director, is everything okay?" the clown man inquired.
"Yes, do not fret, Jeager" Godwin exhaled, staring blankly at the ceiling, drawing the perimeter surrounding the rectangular light fixed into the ceiling above his assistant's head.
"I fret regardless" Jeager insisted with a frown. "Perhaps you should just have a day off; you haven't rested for some time now".
"So long as the Phoenix scatters its blackened feathers over this city, I can't rest" Godwin murmured. "I cannot let my guard down, else I can easily miss the rare opportunity to seize that bird and snap its neck; to prevent it from causing anymore damage. There are too many weeping widows, widowers and children as it is".
Jeager's shoulders slackened as he took note of the Director's trance-like state, his eyes moving in a rhythmic state, He parted his lips in order to continue his persuasive argument when the door flew open, revealing Ushio standing in the threshold with his head lowered. Both grey-haired men fixed their attention onto the intrusive officer, neither impressed as he stormed forward like a machine, neither asking permission nor stating his business.
"You arrogant-" the assistant growled furiously.
"It's alright, Jeager" Godwin intervened quickly, keeping his eyes locked onto the bowed head of the man towering over his desk. "I would appreciate you taking a break now; please, leave myself and this officer for a moment".
Jeager turned to his superior with an astonished face, puzzled as to why he would be requesting isolation with the rude officer. Reluctantly, he bowed and departed. Godwin postponed interaction with the officer until the door slid shut and at least five seconds passed.
"So…" he began, somewhat casually. "How are you doing, Nii-san?"
On Ushio's right arm, a purple shape began to emit light; a purple glow that signalled the control of another. Ushio lifted his head, revealing a sinister smirk, mismatched with the uniform and menacing, as though to suggest he had been waiting to be left alone with the Director in order to carry out another of his organisation's attacks through one of the man's subordinates. He was, after all, the leader of those the aged Director was seeking out - Rudger Godwin.
"Fine, fine, Rex" he chuckled, answering with two voices laced into one. "I also see you've yet to make your next move; I believe we've just had our last turn".
"Nii-san, I am preparing my counterattack" Godwin responded. "I'm merely waiting for more information regarding any others working under you; I still do not know who you are planning to recruit as Dark Signers"
Ushio roared with laughter, Rudger seemingly entertained by the lack of intelligence on his brother's side. "It's got to be an easier task than seeking out the Signers. Think of it this way, Rex; there are three Dark Signers currently. I'm also looking at two other possibly candidates".
Godwin raised an eyebrow. "Is Yuusei one of those candidates?"
"Don't worry about him" Rudger chuckled through his puppet. "He isn't. Although, curiously, you haven't come to save him yet. You know where we are, I'm sure".
"It's because I wish to learn the identity of the final Signer" Godwin replied sternly. "Rushing in blindly to take Yuusei back from you isn't an option until I can be sure about the Crimson Dragon's other claw".
Ushio sniggered again, his hand flicking upwards and downwards. "So, you're closer to assembling your force than I am. I suppose I should hurry up and see if these candidates have it in them to become Dark Signers. But, don't you forget, Rex, I have these dark spiders hanging around, ready to use this man to transmit information between us. Should you complete your arsenal, you should contact me and declare your intention to invade. Perhaps I should have Yuusei set up for execution by then".
"Nii-san!" Godwin barked.
"Calm down, Rex" Ushio responded light-heartedly. "I need him; the corpse of a Signer is nothing compared to one tainted. Until I next decide to speak with you".
The glow faded and the dark aura surrounding Ushio's face dissipated, leaving a puzzled officer in the place of the sinister puppet. Ushio blinked in bewilderment, trying to figure out why and how he had travelled to his boss' office. His eyes fell onto the Director, leaning forward with his hands folded in front of his mouth.
"Uh… is there something you needed, Director?" he inquired.
"No, its fine now, officer; I have the answer to what I was seeking" Godwin replied.
His right hand fell, reaching for the iron bar resting on the white desktop, pressing down on the top, which opened up a holographic screen. Mikage's face appeared on the transparent monitor.
"Ah… Y- Yes sir" she squeaked anxiously.
"Mikage, I wish for you to escort Officer Ushio back to the investigation scene" Godwin commanded. "Additionally, any information that is uncovered, I would like relayed back to me".
"Yes sir" Mikage echoed, bowing on the other end.
The monitor disappeared and the bar returned to its place on the desk. Ushio stood rigidly on the other side of the desk, still uneasy about the fact that he was standing in front of the city's leader with no recollection of making his way there or why either would have wished to meet under the mysterious circumstances.
"I'll be going then" he reported, bowing quickly.
He turned and paced quickly towards the doorway, scratching his head on the way. Unbeknownst to the embarrassed man, a small dark spider that had been used by Rudger to speak through him climbed onto the collar of his uniform and dropped off. The creature seemed unfazed by its suicidal plunge, exploding into a whiff of purple smoke as it collided with death. All watched by Godwin.