Prologue

Dr. Romanov lay on his back beneath the portal's control system. He worked his way through the complex mass of red and blue wires, rearranging them in any way possible.

He grabbed hold of two red ones, holding his breath. Then he connected the copper wires hairs.

The portal sparked a blue flame, and then died out. He tried again, but received the same result, weaker this time. Then it just shut down completely.

He rose to his feet, bumping his head against the control system's exterior. He grumbled Russian words under his breath.

A crucial piece of the central battery was missing. And he knew exactly where it was.

On Earth.

He stared futilely at the broken portal that towered over him like a skyscraper. The Elite Team had no way of knowing he was alive. He was completely out of food and water that was kept reserved in the base. Another day of going on like this and he wouldn't survive.

Romanov's hair was ruffled, as if static electricity had zapped him, and his glasses were cracked. His white lab coat was tattered and torn.

He glance at the Crystal Shard, and then clicked two and two together. If he could somehow contact the Elite Team through the shard, he could get out of here. That is, if they didn't destroy it first.

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~A/N~ ShortShortSHORT prologue; there wasn't much to do here. But Romanov's still alive, yay!