Part 3: Too Fast!

By the time the show was a little more than a third of the way done, its effects were being felt throughout the world.

-RESIDENTIAL AREA, BROWARD COUNTY, 21:13 LOCAL TIME-

Families across the counties nearest to the Keys were in a state of shock. They knew that the renegade would try and infiltrate their neighborhood. They had no idea that he was that close to them, trying to take care of something far worse than the Fuji-san disaster. They assumed the worst and put their households on what might as well be lockdown. Parents and children hugged each other tightly as they witnessed the most wanted criminal try to curtail the rancid activity happening literally underneath their noses.

Those who were not in the luxury of a safe and private haven found themselves spreading the show like gospel to every single contact on their phones. Within minutes, Hannity became the most trending topic on social media, with this live broadcast completely taking over every main page. And the people who weren't social media savvy did little more than stare blankly into the night sky, thinking that their futures were hanging on the threads of the one person they wished never got those threads.

-LOS ANGELES COUNTY, 18:15 LOCAL TIME-

Places like Los Angeles, where the political norm has been very Democratic, got the worst of it. Throughout the live show, people across the city have tried desperately to hide the broadcast from the rest of the population, using denial tactics, lures to draw viewers away from the show, or outright threats of public humiliation. They even tried to label the claim that the DNC was a puppet for the Provision was just a made-up conspiracy theory. But the instant that Charlotte's name sounded throughout the city's audio devices, the floodgates were ripped off. Whatever protests occurred were ceased. The show somehow ended up on the many Jumbotrons littered across the county, making it available for all to see. There were no more denials, no more rumors, and no more political goggles, just the cold hard truth. For such a long time, the people of Los Angeles were staunch defenders of amnesty for immigrants looking for a life that has nothing to do with poverty and persecution. Now, thanks to the efforts of Phantom Task for uncovering firsthand evidence of criminal activity seeping in from all borders for the purpose of "maintaining balance" between man and pilot, many people, including officials who were supposed to be the representatives of their city, would have no choice but to rethink their stances.

This sudden realization that the renegade has forced down their throats caused some people to scream. They actually wanted the renegade to succumb to the very captors that kidnapped those women. But the most common response was to just shut off whatever showed them the horrible truth, and wait until the news media eased them into the conversation to say anything.

-TIMES SQUARE, 21:20 LOCAL TIME-

There was no shutting off in New York, however, as traffic was literally slowed to a halt, all because of the broadcast occupying the tv screens of an entire building. Drivers across the city who honked in anger of the pedestrians bringing the square to a standstill were lured out of their motorized safe zones and into the renegade's discovery. They were especially shocked by a document that displayed the main import stations for slaves-in-training, one of them in the Staten Island Ferry's Whitehall Terminal. But instead of panic, there was silence. Dead silence across the streets, with the occasional gasp in between the cars honking and engines screaming.

Among the speechless were the many anchors and reporters in Times Square Studio. Never mind the fact that their own programs were being overshadowed by a competitor; they now had to worry about their own reaction to this issue once tomorrow comes. A few of them tried to kill the stream to their building; one tried to contact an electric company to blackout the city:

"Hello, how can I help you?" A female voice answered the phone.

"Ah, yes. Is it possible for you to cut the power to all of NYC?" A reporter asked.

To which the female laughed and responded, "I'm gonna have you belay that."

"What?! Why?!"

-TRAVELER'S COFFEE, SAKHA REPUBLIC, 10:21 LOCAL TIME-

"Because I'm in control of the broadcast," that female voice belonged to Kanzashi, "and I say, everyone will see it."

"Is there anything you can do?! I'll do anything!"

"Anything, you say?"

"Yes!"

"Well, you can explain why you haven't told anyone about this, since I saw your name on that list of people who were bribed to hide the truth from us."

"I...I...can't..."

Kanzashi smiled, "Can't, won't same difference," and mashed her hand on her laptop, causing the satellite that received and sent the broadcast to make itself and the signal invulnerable to everything, "Enjoy Cruise and Nicholson on eternal playback." She disconnected the signal and leaned back in her chair. She let her eyes wander around the cafe, smiling at the bewildered looks of all the patrons as they started to clamor for answers. "Those advanced computer science classes really paid off," she sighed. During her time at the IS Academy, she had a knack for programming and technical design, so she used whatever time wasn't wasted on personal hygiene, health, and Ichika harem fantasies, and vastly expanded her knowledge of coding. That knowledge was put to good use after Fuji's eruption, as she prepared a program to strengthen any signal sent to and from the Silver Streamline. She had it condensed into a flash drive, and through the magic of extreme hot potato, that flash drive was successfully passed to Tatenashi, who gave it to Daryl once she snapped out of it, who equipped it to Sokoto's bracelet. Although it offered absolute protection to one satellite transmission link, the power of social media and livestream hacks amplified the broadcast to ridiculous levels, to the point where it didn't matter if it was just one satellite. The whole world still saw it.

"I wonder if there's anyone who isn't flipping their shit over this..."Kanzashi sighed.

-TIANANMEN SQUARE, BEIJING MUNICIPALITY; 09:32 LOCAL TIME-

"Ok, assquacks!" China President Lingyin shouted in a private meeting with her cabinet, "Who let this happen?!"

"It was done by an outside intrusion," the Premier said, "A terrorist group has infiltrated-"

"Yeah, yeah, led by the Sarashiki family, I know that much," Lingyin griped, "What I don't know is: 1, how the broadcast went to our own, heavily protected social media applications with little interference; 2, how two drastically different reports of human trafficking in China came to my desk; and 3, how those reports basically supported what the renegade and his Fox nutjob sidekick have been blaring in everyone's ears for the past hour! I don't care about the pirated broadcast; I have a task force hunting them down. I don't care about the most wanted person doing even worse things. I want every single person involved with these two reports brought over for questioning!"

"And what about the public unrest caused by the renegade's interference?" Someone asked.

"We'll need at least a hundred members of the National People's Congress to form an internal committee to bring the chaos under control," Lingyin said, "and we'll need elite members of our People's Liberation Army to keep tabs on Xingjia to make sure she doesn't embarrass us...even further, oy..."

"It will be done, Miss President," a councilman said.

"We'll reconvene tomorrow, same time," Lingyin concluded the meeting, "Now, I have another very irritating matter to deal with..."

"Is it really related to the renegade?" A councilwoman asked.

"Nope," Lingyin answered, "It's related to moles in the westernmost provincial governments, which is much worse!" She slammed the door shut, not batting an eye to the other bewildered faces in the meeting room.

A councilman tried to ask, "Does anyone know if she has even read through anything that we put on-"

"She's read everything that came within her reach," the assistant to the President muttered, "every single word unscathed."

"Damn..." the Premier muttered, "This will be problematic..."

"Are you saying she's unfit to embody the principles of the People of China?" A councilman demanded.

"That's just it...I fear she may be embodying them...too well..."

Outside, Lingyin has already made her way to the crowded open space in full view of the broadcast and the masses of people clamoring for answers. She had in mind to try and calm them down by speech, but she ended up saying, "Listen to me, my fellow citizens! You have no need to fear the pirates who have pervaded our beloved city!"

There's a reason some high officials worried about Lingyin's term: her lack of consideration for reassurance, "Oh, that came out wrong...uh..."

"Do you have an answer to how this broadcast was able to enter through our borders?" A reporter asked.

"We know that it's facilitated by those in the Southern and Northern regions who wished to expose you to the horrors of the Westernized world," Lingyin responded, "I've ordered a team of our most respected individuals to investigate and bring order to the provinces suspected to harbor those who transgress against their own homeland."

"And what about the renegade himself?!" A civilian demanded, "What are we gonna do now that he's revealed this mess?!"

"Oh, that's tricky," Lingyin admitted, "Turns out there's quite a few individuals in the National People's Congress that basically turned their backs on the Chinese in favor of, go figure, more time in their cozy offices. And if that's not enough, the influx of money last year was mainly contributed by the Westernmost Provinces, get this, via human trafficking. And goddamn me..."

At that point, she knew she made the mood worse. Thankfully, the people were more self-contained in their expressions of dismay, giving Lingyin a safe opportunity to be blunt about her plan, "Listen, you have my word that everyone involved with this pirated transmission will be arrested and punished accordingly, and that the criminal elements related to the trafficking will be brought before the court of the People. To those ends, expect an increase in patrols and stakeouts. There will be opportunities to educate yourself in detecting predatory communication. We will be counting on you all to bring down this terrorist group~"

Thus was the scene for Lingyin's next few weeks, making grand promises to her people and allocating resources to deliver on them. At the very least, however, she managed to reassure her people, and herself.

-ÎLE-DE-FRANCE, 03:21 LOCAL TIME-

But France was the opposite. It may be quiet in houses and most shops, before those unfortunate enough to be caught in the graveyard shift, their night just became even more unbearable. Seeing one of the most vile things overtake the pride of the French people, confirmed by the worst possible eyewitness, was just agonizing. Charlotte Dunois was supposed to be given a two year sentence for impersonating a male to enter the IS Academy, but it was reduced to just three months because of her contributions to the fight against Phantom Task, and the fact that she was forced into the Academy by her father. The problem was that just a few days after being placed in prison, she was knocked and smuggled out. No one knew what happened since.

But now they did. They honestly thought that the renegade would have something to do with her disappearance, but it was just revealed that he had nothing to do with it. And yet there were some people who, inevitably, tried to spin the story the wrong way, especially those who thought negatively of the Dunois family. Among those listed in the memos of who to execute operations were the Corsican mafia, who repeatedly voiced their dissent of the Dunois family. In fact, that document specifically detailed how moles were sent to the prison Charlotte was in and disable her body and mind.

And one of the members took offense to their cover being blown. He scurried out of the cafe shop he saw the livestream in, and ran to one of the gang's location. "Hey, guys!" He shouted, "Look at this!"

A mob boss saw the livestream, and merely chuckled, "It's no biggie."

"What do you mean?"

"I anticipated that someone would find out," the boss said, "It's a shame that it had to be the renegade that's exposing us, though."

"What are we gonna do, then?" The mobster asked, "No doubt, a lot of our people are going be in big trouble."

"The solution is simple," the boss opened up his trunk, and tossed him a gun, "We unite before they can."

-NATIONAL DIET BUILDING, TOKYO PREFECTURE; 10:20 LOCAL TIME-

The people of Japan had that exact same mentality. The past few months have been unnerving, at best. Not only did Japan become divided in two thanks to the renegade angering Fuji-san, but now were they finding out that the position of Prime Minister was listed as a direct recipient of the revenue from the world balancing Provision, due to their contributions towards discipline and order amongst the dissenting. Bad timing, too, as the Prime Minister has just finished her questioning by a UN committee.

She met with the Empress, who was showing concerns of her own, "What news of the recovery efforts?"

"Ok," the Empress said, "The Chūbu region is still in its early stages, but the foundation has been set."

"And what of the...thing..."

"He has done the unthinkable...I may be forced to resign..."

"I see...well, if you do..."

"I know..." the Empress muttered before sending the Prime Minister away. She took one breath to steady her mind, then turned to face the UN committee's wrath.

The Prime Minister herself traveled around the region, surveying the current state of the impact zone. The greenery was beyond reversible, but the dust and ash had been completely wiped from the streets. There only remained the cleaning efforts and the rebuilding. The Minister simply could not comprehend what the renegade has done in less than one year. He was the person who came closest to obliterating Japan. He reunited a terrorist group thought to have been eradicated. And most of all, he got his hands on something he shouldn't have seen and exposed it to a world too feeble to understand her true intentions. She planned to eliminate the yakuza by framing the disappearance of the pilots on them. But now, she will need other measures for containing the inevitable public outcry.

First, a call to the yakuza. She dialed the number and waited for the monotone, "Hello?"

"Who is this?" A different voice answered.

"The Swan," The Prime Minister said, "I demand to see your leader."

"Oh, no. My father will have none of your dealings."

"What?! Why?!"

"We always knew you would betray your deal. The documents released by the renegade merely proves that point."

"Is this how I should expect payment for bailing you out of prison?! You were in our debt, mind you!"

"A life for a life. It is now repaid. Do not call us again, or I will personally order a hit against you and the Empress."

Call disconnected; number no longer exists.

"Damned little...enough of this crap!" the Prime Minister had enough. She was tired of the renegade ruining her plans to enact the very agenda that the Empress fought long and hard for. Now, she was determined to have her way, even if...actually, ESPECIALLY WHEN it meant extreme measures. She took out a flip phone and made one more call,

"Yes, this is she. It's time. Do it!"

-BROADWATER HOT SPRINGS FITNESS, LEWIS CLARK COUNTY; 19:24 LOCAL TIME-

"So, how did it go?" A yakuza member asked.

"Rather well," was the answer they were given.

"Well, not that it's of any consequence to us," Tasuko leaned back against the hot steam rising from the pool, "We already have everything we need to move to the next phase of our plan."

"And we'll be using them as the fuel for the people?" Tasuko's son went in the pool to join his father.

"Oh, of course," Tasuko looked back at the sauna, "That Streamline can think on its own, right? Then we just need to put on a show of our own."

That sauna contained Cecilia, Chelsea, and Autumn being subjected to continuous raping and endless orgasming, all while the men were slapping and mocking them for thinking that they could ever reach any paragon that men hadn't already achieved. While all three were lost to their control collars rather easily, Autumn was screaming curses while she was continually defiled, Cecilia kept screaming for a savior to rescue her, and Chelsea was...gone.

"And what of that cancer bitch?" A henchman asked.

"She's off by her lonesome," Tasuko said, "Give it time, and we'll trap her as well."

But while they were too busy making an absolute mess of their new playthings, there's a reason they fell so easily.

-REFLECTION POOL-

Their true consciousnesses were safely stored in IS subspace, where they had a little training session of their own.

"Enough..." Chelsea and her IS were completely drained of all their strength, and her , "I can't go on any longer..."

"You have to!" Autumn kept bombarding her with wind blades, "You're no longer a side character in this goddamn plot! You're on the frontline now! Act like it!" She kept blowing back until Chelsea's armor has been shredded off.

Cecilia rushed to Chelsea's defense, using one of her drones to shield them from Autumn while pummeling the Shinomure with the other, "Come on, this is no time to slack off!"

"Did the renegade have to-UGH-pull his muscles?!" Chelsea winced.

"All of them, on way too many occasions..." Cecilia groaned as she leaped out and fired at a rapidly-approaching Shinomure. She caught it right after taking off, but struggled to keep a good grapple on it. She was forced to release Autumn when the wind gusts sliced her wings off, but Chelsea came in that instant to take Autumn's wings off and thrust her saber right into her chest.

"God!" Cecilia froze at the sight of the saber's red tip, "Fucking overkill?!"

"No..." Autumn, shockingly enough, yanked Chelsea's saber in further, "She hasn't killed me enough!" She kneed Chelsea in the gut and keeled her over.

"Ugh..." Chelsea was struggling to hold her fluids in, "What's that for..."

"Sokoto just made the biggest bust of the century! I'll be damned if I'm caught slacking off on his ass!" Autumn blasted as much air out of her wings as possible, but was interrupted by Cecilia's sudden rifle blast.

"It's different for me!" Cecilia shouted while blasting away at both Chelsea and Autumn, "First Ichika, then Sokoto...I've just about had it with relying on men to do the job for me!" She kept firing away, forcing Chelsea to swipe her sword out of Autumn and deflect every single shot.

And Autumn was still not dead, "The hell's with you two?! Get the fuck outta your shells already!"

By the time the bombshell broadcast had begun, the three had already demonstrated astonishing mastery of the subspace's capabilities. They were training to become a more unified, ruthless team, all in order to overcome their own bodies once the control collars come off. They quickly realized the foundation for personal strengthening that the renegade had already laid for them, and even quicker to capitalize on it now that they had their own space to themselves. All they could hope for now was that Madoka somehow got the message from the renegade.

-YELLOWPINE GENERAL STORE, VALLEY COUNTY; 19:33 LOCAL TIME-

Madoka got it loud and clear. As soon as she heard the radio broadcast, she immediately went to this unincorporated census-designated area to find a certain someone. She entered the area in a much better mood than she thought possible, mainly because she knew the renegade hadn't lost sight of his true goals. But she was concerned about Daryl and Forte's interference. She didn't know if they would lead him on, of if he would lead them on just to walk into their trap.

The quiet atmosphere somewhat calmed her concerns. A small gathering surrounded by trees seemed like the perfect place to settle down. She didn't mind the houses being lower-quality; the only thing that mattered was that she got to sleep in it for as long as she wanted. But now was definitely not the time, especially when-

"BOO!"

"COCK-TOBERFEST!" Madoka yelped.

"Oh? That's an interesting reaction."

"Geez, Fairs! Why?!"

"I've always expected you to slap me, but not yelp!"

"JUST TAKE ME TO YOUR PLACE ALREADY!"

Lucky the area was small and everything was within walking distance. Madoka settled in, with tea, a footrest, and a view of the Main Street from the garage, with time to spare a conversation with a woman whose long, wavy blonde hair she recognized, "Whew...sorry to bother you at all time like this..."

"No problem," the woman plopped herself down on the chair beside her, "It's the least I can do for you. You sure do know how to keep a secret."

"Making people think you're dead is my specialty, apparently..." Madoka mused, "So, why are you settled here?..."

"It's my hometown. I never get tired of the peace and quiet here."

"Really? You were born in this backwater town?"

"Yep. I still remember exactly how my head got stuck during my birthing!"

"Ok, Natasha! TMI!"

"Heeheehee...funnier seeing you act like this."

"Ugh...you have you know who to blame for that..."

"Is it because I ran to comfort him after your episode with Autumn?"

"How did y-wait, no, that'll take too long."

"Yep. Black box, darling. But that's not why you're here, is it? What's the favor?"

"*SIGH*...I just had to ask..."

Yep, Natasha Fairs didn't die. After the discovery of the damning information, she and the Silver Gospel tried to flee back to the IS Academy, only to have a run in with the old Phantom Task not ten seconds after escaping from Tabane's lair. She bargained with them: leave the Gospel alone, and they get her, but Tabane arrived to ruin negotiations. And, extremely complicated and way too long a story made short, Tabane hijacked the Gospel to enhance its abilities and run on a rampage, she got away, and Phantom Task wondered where Natasha went. Madoka automatically said that she killed Natasha by letting her be vaporized by the Gospel. They knew that the time would come for Natasha to repay that debt, but it wouldn't be until much later. Now was the opportune time, it seemed.

-NO NAME KEY, MONROE COUNTY; 21:39 LOCAL TIME-

And not a moment too late, because the renegade had already combed through the entire compound three times. No sign of Claire, Daryl, or any of the Phantom Task members. Charlotte was the only person he recognized, and he saw her running from men, with a crapload of women right behind her.

"Has that bimbo lost her mind?! Again?!" Sokoto whispered.

"Renegade, come in! Do you hear me?" Chifuyu's voice suddenly pierced his private channel.

"Yow! Demon woman?!"

"DEMO-never mind. Stay where you are! We're coming to you!"

"Raid or rescue, 'cuz one of them's an idiot!"

"Ha? What are you talking about?!"

"There's one more person I have to find, but I can't!"

"You have any way of tracking her?"

"Yeah, but it's busted. Too many nasty auras blending together, feels like one collective aura of BLECH."

"Uhhh, what?"

"Wait, why do you care now?"

"Why's that matter to you?!"

"Because you never aid the enemy! You're aiding the enemy! What gives?!"

"I don't need to explain myself to you!"

"Oh, yes you do. Because, who's watching Sean's back?!"

"What, that big f...oh, shit..." Chifuyu just realized what she left behind.

"And let me guess," Sokoto growled, "We're all gonna be caught by someone worse than Singsing."

-DUNKIN' DONUTS, 21:40-

Sean was the first to get caught. Since he dismissed the residents from the set right after Chifuyu and Xingjia left him, he had no one to defend him or his crew in the face of armed authorities. Silvia was incapable of manipulating electronic objects until she could rejoin her metal body, so she could be sent back into standby mode if the van was destroyed.

And no one wanted to destroy that van more than the three headaches, hovering above the set.

"Well, well, well," the de facto leader taunted, "Looky what we have here."

"Oh, crapsicles..." Sean muttered, "Just what are you on about?"

"I'm afraid I'm on orders to shut this operation down," the woman said, "Now, all of you, come with us."

"And what grounds have you to arrest us?" Sean tried to called her bluff.

And, given her ego, she easily fell for it, "On the grounds that you're all arrogant windbags who think your lies would sway the election in your favor!"

"Did you not hear me talk about how it's already been invalidated?!" Sean shouted.

"Scaring away the voters, as usual," the leader signaled her squad to begin the attack, "Maya! Nami! Take them down!"

"Guys, grab onto something!" Sean grabbed the nearest light stand and prepared to fight.

The other pilots charged their Gatling guns and aimed at the van.

"Silvia! Can you do anything?!" A cameraman stammered.

"No! I'm not linked to onii-chan! I can't defend you guys!" Silvia disappeared from the pilots' view.

"Should've kept those ads..." Sean muttered.

The pilots unloaded their bullets onto the van, and everyone near it. Sean was about to take the full force of the attack, but it was halted altogether at the last minute, by a watery barrier.

"What th-" a pilot realized whose barrier that was, "Hey, Aiko! That Sarashiki girl's here!"

"I know..." Aiko said, then descended to the ground to meet the woman who stopped her attack.

"Uh, why are you here?" Sean asked, puzzled as to why someone of Tatenashi's caliber would come to his aid.

And why she brought along her demonic look-alike.

"You have a mission given to you, do you not?" Forte asked him.

"You just watch the broadcast," Tatenashi assured him, "We'll handle the ungrateful asshats."

"Uh..." Silvia was dumbstruck, but went along with the situation as she also had Sokoto to worry about. Sean motioned his crew to come back to the van and keep broadcasting the events of the hour.

Aiko saw Forte and Tatenashi step in between her squad and the van. "Don't fucking dare!" She saw them bring down the barrier and ready their weapons, "Don't FUCKING dare!"

Tatenashi configured her lance into an all-range weapon, and Forte finished charging her scythe's One-Off Ability.

"Missy, missy, come here, you fat mouthed little stupid bitch!" Aiko had enough. She dropped to the ground and confronted Tatenashi directly, "You're pissing around with someone that's not worth our time! Has that fucking clicked?!"

"Define, "worth our time,"" Tatenashi taunted, "By "our," I mean yours."

"HE'S FUCKING MALE! HE WOULDN'T EXIST IF WE HADN'T DEIGNED OUTSELVES TO BIRTHING AND RAISING SUCH AN UNNECESSARY WASTE OF SPACE!"

"And yet, a woman loved a man enough to conceive him."

"I thought your family was different from th-" bullets in her face "-AAAAGH!"

"Sorry!" They came from Tatenashi's lance, "Caught you monologing!"

"Rrrrgg-BRING THEM ALL DOWN!"

"Finally!" Forte stretched, "I was wondering when you were done yapping..." The instant she swung her scythe down to massage her right shoulder, the Freeze Lance activated, sending piercing ice crystals right at Aiko, which prompted Tatenashi to fire her Gatling gun at Maya and Nami.

"What's happening?!" Silvia screamed from inside the van, "What are they doing out there?!"

"Well, two pilots came to save us," the cameraman answered.

"What did they look like?"

"Blue hair, blue ISs..."

"Oh, God help us all..." Silvia anticipated the operation going horribly wrong from just this bit of chaos alone.

"How are the connections?" A crewman screamed.

"Uh...still good! We're linked with the..." Silvia was momentarily stopped when she re-stabilized herself and felt her connection branching off from the satellite, "...world..."

"What the-"

"You don't listen, do you..." Sean decided to keep an eye on the renegade for the remainder of the show, "Renegade, come in!" No answer, as he saw on the projector the environment of the compound moving faster. He tried to contact again, "Renegade, have you been caught?"

"Hello, again," but Chifuyu came through, " He's busy at the moment, so I'm piggybacking off your signals."

"What's the situation?"

"Thanks to Xingjia trying to kill me right when I'm near the Key, they know we're here, and they think that I brainwashed him, or some shit like that."

"Crap, now what? If we call for reinforcements, they'll likely kill the girls."

"Where are you now, exactly?"

"Somewhere inside..." Chifuyu was deep inside the compound trying to find the renegade, " I had to flee the deranged asstwat, but I can't find the renegade anywhere..."

"Did he get caught?..."

Sokoto did, but only after the men realized that the Brunhilde has come to the island. But by then, he's already moved the operation ahead of schedule, deploying everything except the wings to take out the captors and use their fingers to pop the collars off. Many of the women he freed were already beyond saving, but there were a few who still had their sanities intact.

Such as another Asian pilot.

"Ok," Sokoto muttered, "you're outta here..."

"Ugh..." the woman groaned, "Wait...you're a pilot, too?"

"Yeah," Sokoto said, "Name's Sokoto. And you?"

"Kim Ha-Yoon..."

"Uh, did they get rid of your clothes?"

"Yes, long before I arrived here... I was supposed to be on a recon mission from my homeland..."

"That turned out well..." Sokoto finished freeing the last of the captives in the current room, "Can you use your IS?"

"No...they suppressed it...I'm nothing more than a rag doll now..."

"Then, you're gonna lead them outta here," Sokoto smashed the control collars to dust, "I'll focus the muscle heads on me."

"Uh...ok..." Yoon meekly said.

"Good," Sokoto didn't give her any time to rest, "Go!" As soon as he kicked the door down, a horde of burly men swarmed into the room, but Sokoto made very short work of them, knocking them all out with a well-timed energy blast to each of their heads. Yoon pushed the women out and led them down a dirty hallway. Each step they took only led more people to the group, making everyone else nervous. Right before they could reach the entrance point, many of the women had a breakdown right in the middle of a massive corridor.

"No!" Yoon was forced to stop and try to pick them back up, "No, no no no, not now!"

"Not now, what, litttle bitch?"

"What th-AAAAAAGH!" Yoon was caught by the ringleader of the island.

"Betcha thought you were home free after you messed with several of my men, huh!" He yanked her up by the hair and held a knife to her neck, sending everyone else in a panic. "EVERYONE SHUT UP!"

Sokoto has just finished bearing up a man when he heard that shout. "Aw, free Strokemeister!"

"Who was that?" Xingjia stood guard at the entrance, but then she heard the loud command as well. Both she and Sokoto ran to investigate the commotion. They ran through two halls before bumping into each other, "Hey! Watch it!"

"Really?" Sokoto quipped before bringing her to the one thing she was dreading, "Never you mind, LOOK!" They saw the ringleader hold Yoon hostage, with several other men holding guns to the women.

"How dare you!" Xingjia shouted, "Is this your way of declaring a new world order?!"

"The old order was perfect until you breasts-for-brains asscucks ruined everything!" The man shouted, "Now, you and that blonde freak! Get down or you'll all get it!"

Sokoto and Xingjia were forced to kneel on the ground. Two men came up from behind and gave them Cancellers.

"Shit!" Xingjia cursed, seeing as how the men will unleash on them all if she so much as moves a finger, "What now?!"

"Lemme see, thinking..." Sokoto ran his mind through any possible way to avoid any unnecessary spilt blood, until he sensed an aura that wasn't authentic, "Oh, they're gonna self destruct."

"Huh?" Xingjia didn't believe him, "And how do you feel that would-"

"Still talking, are you?" The leader was eyeing them for the entire exchange, "I got something special for you," he then motioned his henchman to come forward, "Bring her here!"

The henchmen brought over a leash, then yanked it, forcing the unfortunate soul to come forward and reveal herself to the captive women. It was Charlotte, whom they managed to recapture and leash, after an injection of drug, causing her to lose control of her crotch. All of the woman gripped each other's hands to prepare for their looming deaths.

"No..." Xingjia gasped, "I thought she got out..."

"Heheheh," the ringleader grinned, "she was a handful...not really, but now she answers to me, and me alone."

"Must...obey...master's...commands..." Charlotte endlessly murmured, never once changing that expression of painfully ecstasy.

"That's right, you must," the ringleader rubbed his pants, "You know you want it, don't you?"

"I want it! I want it!" Charlotte screamed in agony.

"Don't you dare defile her!" Xingjia shouted, but a stray bullet knicked at her barrier, reminding her of the men's control over the situation.

"Heh, just like the other whores," the ringleader snapped at Charlotte, "Okay, Charlotte. Just kill that woman over there, and you can have it."

"Yes, master..." Charlotte answered.

"No..." Xingjia stared in horror as Charlotte crept closer to her, gun deployed and fully loaded. "Listen...you don't have to do this!" She screamed while trying to wrest the Canceller off, "Think of the girls who look up to you! What would they say if they saw you doing this?!"

"I don't care! All that matters is master's promise!" Charlotte touched her gun to Xingjia's head. Xingjia cowered as she waited for the bullets to spurt out and end the tension.

It did end. But not as anyone, except Sokoto, intended. Charlotte quickly turned the gun on the ringleader and killed him. She held the trigger and spun around trying to kill as many men as possible. Daryl and Chifuyu suddenly popped up from behind Sokoto and Xingjia, and took the remaining captors. The entire room fell silent for not knowing what just happened.

"Oh, I missed you, master!" Charlotte shoved herself into Sokoto and "suffocated" him.

"Good to see you too..." Sokoto muffled through her chest.

"I can tell yours is much better!" Charlotte drolled on, "You haven't forgotten your promise, have you?"

"CAN'T BREATHE!" Sokoto pushed himself off her and collapsed on his knees to give himself time to catch his breath, "Let's just focus on getting out of here..."

"Is this the first time you needed someone to wipe your ass?" Daryl quipped.

Sokoto was a bit embarrassed to hear her call him out, "Well, not in that se-"

"I meant Chinaberry over there," Daryl corrected him.

"Says the woman who...oh, I give up..." Xingjia was out of mental strength and just wanted this nightmare to end.

"Uh...maybe stay down here for a little longer?" Sokoto suggested.

"Why would we stay in the devil's dick hole?" Chifuyu demanded, before she heard explosions go off above them, "What the-"

"Silvia? Sean?" Sokoto opened communication to the van, "What's going on?" No answer, "You pick now to malfunction..."

Suddenly, the entryway was bombarded with rockets. The shockwaves they emitted collapsed the entry corridor in a massive pile of concrete, effectively trapping everyone inside. Sokoto already had in mind to blast open a new entrance, but he was immediately paralyzed from an unexpected aural flood of fear, confusion, and scrambled brains.

Everyone was sent into a panic. The victims thought they would die, Chifuyu racked her head trying to ease the women's minds, Daryl had to hold down Charlotte's sudden migraine, and Xingjia had herself a mental breakdown.

Sokoto, however, was nonplussed. Actually, he was aggravated, blurting out while tearing off his Canceller, "Well, shit, dick, piss, ass, cock, and cum! I had no idea I had such a fucking pacing issue!"