Cloud let go of Lightnings' hand before they entered the white living room, weapons from the cabinet were lying on the glass table in the middle of the room. Ianto was loading clips with bullets and placing them beside the coinciding gun. He glanced up to see Lightning blushing a bit. The guns very quickly took his attention again, polishing them.
"So, Uncle Owen, what's happening now?" asked Lightning, trying to get the blush away from her cheeks.
"Well we've got plans of the building which Hojo resides in," replied Owen, reaching down beside the chair he was on bringing out a huge blue print.
"Communication methods," said Toshiko, handing Cloud a black headset and Lightning a silver version, "these are the best methods for keeping in touch. They can't be blocked and only you can hear us, they don't echo."
"So basically the best cell phone ever?" asked Cloud.
"Pretty much," interuppted Ianto. Cloud nodded and placed the headset in his right ear, the microphone sticking out a little bit. Lightning put it in her left ear and moved her hair to cover it.
"Take your pick of weapons you two, you'll need them," ordered Owen. Cloud reached down and picked up a Browning HP handgun. Holding it in his hand he weighed it in his palm, it wasn't too light, nor was it too heavy. He nodded at Owen.
"Ah, Browning HP, good choice Cloud," laughed Owen reaching over for the gun. He stopped midway as he seen the mark on Clouds' arm,"Fenrir?"
"Huh?" Cloud murmered, confused at Owen.
"That mark is the mark of the Norse God, Fenrir the wolf," noted Toshiko.
"What's this mark then?" asked Lightning, getting Cloud to advert Iantos' gaze. She unzipped part of her turtleneck flashing the l'Cie mark.
"That's... Claire... how did you get that mark?" questioned Toshiko, her voice unusually stern.
"I don't know, it appeared after my shower," replied Lightning, "you know what it is?"
"It's a special mark of Odin, Fenrir's father. Only l'Cie have that mark but... I have to do some tests, come to the cellar with me," commanded Toshiko. Lightning followed Toshiko to the cellar while Cloud continued to choose weapons.
In the cellar Toshiko had put small nodes on Lightnings bare chest. Lightning shuddered at the coldness of the nodes.
"These are just to see what your power levels are, these marks somehow increase your natural attributes," explained Toshiko. Toshiko walked over to her computer and began furiously pressing keys on the keyboard. Lightning felt a slight tingling sensation as the nodes began working. Toshikos' face fell as a set of bars on the computer raised above the norm. Suddenly electricity burst through the screen, sending shards of glass everywhere. Lightning jumped up and covered Toshiko. Lightning screamed as computers and screens around them blew up. The strange this is no shards hit Lightning or Toshiko. Lightning and Toshiko looked up to see a giant armour clad figure standing there, covering the pair with it's shield and body.
"L-L-Lightning, that's Odin, the creature from your mark!" exclaimed Toshiko. Cloud and Owen ran into the cellar, guns aimed at the creature standing there.
"PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN OR SUFFER THE WRATH OF ODIN!" yelled the immaculate being. Cloud and Owen holstered their handguns. As Lightning stood up Odin dissappeared into a puff of smoke. Lightning turned and helped Toshiko up.
All four of them were back in the living room as Cloud had just finished tightning the last buckle of his holster for his sword. Lightning reached down and put a sidepack onto her thigh.
"Right, when you two get to the front of the building, you'll have to split up." ordered Owen, "decide what one of you are good ad stealth and which one would rather go in guns blazing." Lightning looked at Cloud who, in turn, was looking at her. Cloud nodded at her.
"I'll be the stealth one," said Lightning.
"I'm looking forward to go in guns blazing," laughed Cloud.
"Well, here's a gift for you both," said Owen, making his way to the garage at the side of the house. Cloud and Lightning followed Owen. Inside the garage, at the middle of the room, was a large item under a dust cloth. Owen strided over to it and whipped the dust cloth off and standing there was a shining midnight black and gold motorbike. Cloud straddled the bike and Lightning got on behind him. Her arms wrapped around his waist. Cloud gasped as Lightnings grip went a bit lower. He turned to her and she had a smirk on her face. She leaned over to Cloud and kissed his cheek.
"Right, good luck you two," said Owen. Cloud throttled the bike and zoomed out the garage. Lightnings' cape fluttering behind them.