The voice of Harley's little sister, Arrow, woke him from his dreams of carnage. "Harls! Wake up! We can get off this stupid God damn airplane now!"

"Arrow! Language!" Marley's voice called back at her from far away. Hell if Harley knew – he was trying to sleep, God damn it.

"Fine! We can get off this stupid airplane now!" Arrow's voice pulled at Harley's consciousness, making him groan as he tried to hold on to the visions of red dirt and claw marks. "Haaaaarleeeeeey! Get up!"

"I'm gettin', I'm gettin'," Harley mumbled, slowly opening his eyes. Arrow was practically his split image (shaggy black hair, red eyes, pale skin), but she was spliced with a gold finch instead of a linheraptor (holy crap, it was a miracle that he could remember that) and she was a young girl (around six years old – God damn scientists and their stupid habits of hiding things). She was dressed in a black dress that had some rips and tears in it. She pulled his old leather jacket, trying to get him to stand up. He did so, chuckling as he picked up a giggling Arrow. "Why are you so excited?" he asked her, smirking softly.

"We get to kill lots of people, Harls!" she giggled, "And the old lady in my dreams told me that we're gonna meet a lot of new friends."

Harley chuckled, "Sounds fun."

"You two ready to go?" Caesar, the SIC asked. SIC stood for Second In Command – Harley understood the meaning of shortening things to abbreviations. It saved ink in pens and time. Caesar had black hair and grey eyes. Two black wings rested on his back, two red spots on his wings as a result of the red-winged blackbird DNA he was spliced with. He wore a grey turtle neck shirt with no sleeves and black jeans. Behind him was Dagger, a dark grey-haired thirteen year old girl with pale red (not pink – red. Dagger was very clear on that note) eyes and grey wings.

"Yep," Harley answered, putting the giggling Arrow on his shoulders. Caesar nodded, smiling at the sight. They left the airplane, almost marveling at how dark the morning sky was. Thunder clouds filled the air, rumbling. All of the present BIRDS besides Rose and Caesar were unfamiliar with the sight, having not been out of the Sector 7 lab before this mission.

"Why is the sky so gloomy, Marley?" Arrow asked her eldest brother, poking his head from the safety of Harley's shoulders.

Marley answered, "Must be a storm…a big one."

Arrow whimpered, wrapping her skinny arms around Harley's forehead and hugging it as thunder cracked above, "Is someone mad we're here? Or is this one of our new friends?"

"Let's go find out," Rose answered. Rose was a blonde thirteen year old girl who was one of the two leaders of their division (Toby being the other one. Each leader had a SIC). "Caesar, take Harley and Dagger. Everyone else is with me."

Arrow fluttered over to Marley, waving to Harley, "See you soon, Harls!" Harley hid a smile as they took off, flying. He looked to Caesar.

"You sure those communicators will work in this storm?" he asked Caesar.

"Yes," Caesar answered, "It's a dry thunderstorm. No winds, no rains…it's weird. Weirdest thunder I've ever seen."

"This is our first time out of the S7 training grounds," Dagger replied, louder than normal to talk over the thunder, "You've never seen a thunderstorm. We're also dealing with super powered mutants. Weird will be a common occurrence." Caesar smiled down at her fondly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Good point, Cleo," Caesar replied to her, smiling. Harley didn't know what exact emotion was in the SIC's eyes, but he didn't want to sit around to find out. He jumped up, flying off the ground. They were in a clearing, surrounded by trees.

"MOVE IT OR LOSE IT, LOVEBIRDS!" he yelled down at them. He smirked at their snarls, flying high into the sky. Harley looked back, noticing Caesar was having some difficulty flying. They weren't used to the air patterns here. Harley loved how violent the air currents were as they pushed him up and around – he could adapt with it. Harley loved flying with every feather in his wings. But Caesar was never really one for flying – back at S7, he often snuck out of flying practice to go to the library to read some Shakespeare and some scientific bull-crap. Harley never understood it. Harley was snapped out of his daydreams by a roar – a very angry, primal roar like the kind you'd hear when watching Jurassic Park. He followed its source and was surprised they hadn't spotted it before. It was a giant humanoid reptile. Dark green scales covered a muscle mass that had to be the size of a school bus. Its white eyes burned into the BIRDS present, causing a shudder throughout them.

"VIKINGS, ATTACK!" it roared again, releasing all hell as it seemed that hundreds of hybrids poured out of the forest. Harley laughed, dive-bombing a few of them (a redhead man spliced with a bombadeer beetle, a blonde woman spliced with a lion, a seemingly asexual spider splicer). Harley could have kept up with this – he was regenerating his wounds twice as fast as he was taking hybrids down. But he saw Caesar and Dagger out of the corner of his eyes – Caesar had a red bubble shield coming out of his wings and hands as he tried to give Dagger a breather from throwing knives of flame. But it was easy to see that both of them would be down soon from blood loss and lack of energy.

Harley looked for the reptile thing. It was sitting in the back, watching the fight…it seemed like it was waiting for something. It revealed its sharp teeth in a grin as an angry howl echoed across the clearing.

"SHAAAAAAARPTOOOOOOOTH!" the angry female voice howled. Thunder started cracking loudly. Everyone stopped. Harley looked to see who this mysterious woman was. She had long, wild brown hair that was up in a ponytail. Her defiant yellow eyes were set in tan skin that had scars stretched across it. She wore a black collared shirt that had fingerless gloves built in and a pair of jeans with black combat boots. Her hands were cracking with electricity and raised, like she had caught lightning before it even touched the ground.

The reptile chuckled, finally revealing its gender as male, "Fenrir! Finally, the little warrior queen has come to fight. Come at me, tiny monstrosity!"

The woman, Fenrir, snarled and struck out with the electricity in her hands. All of the hybrids fell, immobilized. Caesar and Dagger were protected by Caesar's bubble shield, but Harley felt the voltage.

And hot damn, did it feel good. He yelled out, closing his eyes before falling back and blacking out.


"But Rosey, she saved Arrow!"

"She's a loose cannon! Her and her little 'pack' won't bow down and follow our orders."

"She isn't part of S7 – she broke away from Myth Corps. She was the first one to do so. That's gotta mean she's got some fire power. Fire power we obviously need because Black sent us in way unprepared."

Harley groaned, sitting up and opening his eyes. He was in a nest of furs that was situated in the corner of a wooden room. There were two doors and two windows. He could hear his teammates from behind the closed door, but the windows and the open door revealed a bird's paradise – tall trees as far as the eye could see. He slowly got up, moving out of the room to get a better view. They were probably in the forest that he and his teammates landed besides, but this was very deep into the forest. Around the center, he guessed.

"You should be dead," a familiar female voice replied, its tone scolding and confused. He turned to the source and smirked when he saw "Fenrir" from earlier.

"Takes more than a couple million volts to kill me, Fenny baby," he replied, leaning against the railing to face her better. She rolled her yellow eyes.

"My name's Diane, not 'Fenny babby'," she growled tiredly, leaning against the railing next to him, "You'll need to know that if you decide to stay."

"And what makes me so special, Diane?" Harley asked, watching her with a relaxed and mischievous look in his eyes.

"Your 'team' is debating over whether to team up with me," she replied, "Without you, they're tied in vote. Three versus three."

"GUYS, HARLEY'S MISSING! OH GOD, I HOPE CTHULU DIDN'T TAKE HIM!" Harley groaned, recognizing the voice as the one that belonged to his younger brother, Barley. He was panicking in the room, unaware that Harley and Diane were watching him run around in circles. "OH ROBERTO, NOW WE CAN'T BE MARRIED! HARLEY WAS GOING TO BE MY BRIDE'S MAID!"

Harley glared as his younger brother rambled to a cocktail wiener (completely decked in a Mexican styled sombrero and a matching poncho). Harley then moved his glare to the laughing woman besides him, his glare softening as she used him a support to keep her from laughing on the floor. It was going to be a long…screw it, he had a headache (not the fun kind in the lower region, if you catch his drift), he was not going to say a clichéd exit monologue.


A/N: I apologize to those of you on here who actually read this story. I thought I updated this weeks ago, but apparently, I didn't. So this chapter and the next chapter are going to uploaded at around the same time to try to make up for it. I'm also almost done typing Chapter 4 of this as well...