Hey there all. First off thanks for everyone for sticking by me while I work at a snail's pace getting these chapters out. Second of all in response to a 'Guest' review, I would love nothing more to sit down all day and pump out chapters but there is such a thing called 'Life' and life gets in the way. Juggling infant twins, trying to get our first house, cleaning and catching up on some lost sleep, I barely have time for myself let alone finding the time to write, as much as I love it. I ask that everyone be patient and that I do work really hard on these chapters, when I manage to get myself an hour or two.

Anyway the next chapter of Brothers in Arms.

Enjoy.

Chapter 6

'Abel!'

Bells and alarms suddenly began beeping loudly in urgency. Warning doctors that the machines keeping their patient alive were disconnected. Red lights flashing in desperate warning as Abel stood there holding the long blue cord. A look of triumph on his face. Medics, doctors, even Iason rushed over to pull Abel to pull him away from the cables, scrambling, wanting to quickly plug the lifesaving connection back in. Abel however had other ideas. He pulled a small black ball out of his pocket and held it out as if he was going to throw it.

'Stay back unless you want to be in a world of pain.'

Everyone stopped what they were doing, slowly stepping back Iason recognized it as a shock ball the Darkmen carried to subdue their prisoners. It had a nasty jolt to a normal person. To a Blondie, it would feel like a warm tingling. How did Abel manage to require one? Did he filch it off the one of the Darkmen when they released him? Iason's eyes narrowed, studying his brother, trying to understand his motives. But as always, Abel was the only person he couldn't read. He was a closed book, hiding whatever he had planned close to his chest. With the blaring beeps and flashing red lights, it forced Iason's hand. He had to either get Abel away enough were the guards outside could take him down and the doctors take over or make him put the plug back in and guards could take him down. Either way Abel wasn't going to walk away without being in a world of pain. Iason stepped forward through all the chaos until he was standing across from Abel, still holding the plug and the shock ball, a dying Riki between them.

'What are you doing, Abel? He is dying.'

Abel shook his head, and looked at Iason with a glint of awareness. It was almost maniacal. 'Don't you get it? It's the only way to kill the virus.'

Iason's eyes narrowed and looked from Abel to Riki, who was becoming paler by the second. 'What are you talking about? I don't have time for your games.'

Abel rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air in frustration. 'don't you see, brother. The virus is multiplying because of the oxygen in Riki's blood. It is what is keeping it alive.'

The tension in the room was so thick it settled like dead weight on Iason's chest. It was an unusual feeling. Every breath he took was causing some kind of sensation in his stomach. He was worried, he admitted. Riki's life was literally in Abel's hands. And his time was running out. He had to diffuse this situation quickly otherwise he will have not only a wounded brother but a dead pet as well. He had to keep his brother talking.

'What are you talking about?

'The virus is thriving because of the oxygen in Riki's blood,' Abel pointed to his pet. 'Thus, destroying his white blood cells, that of which he needs to fight off whatever this is. Kill the oxygen in his blood, kill the virus.'

Abel sounded so sure. What was he to do? On one hand he could trust his lying, manipulating, unstable brother and put Riki's life in his hands or he could have the Darkmen outside burst through the door, shoot him with a tazzer to incapacitate him. Either way he had to a make a decision. He hoped he was right. He closed his tired eyes and nodded for his brother to continue. 'Do what you must.'

'Your Excellency. You must-' The doctor said in shock but Iason but his hand up to silence the man.

Abel breathe deeply as if releasing some built up tension and went to Riki's side, not bothered by the loud shrills of machines and medical gadgets begging to be attended to, and took his grey wrist, looked at his watch and his brows lowering in concentration. His mouth moved silently, counting down the seconds. Suddenly the shrill beeps just stopped and Riki's heart beat ceased. The once jumpy rhythmic flutter reduced to nothing but silence. To Iason, it was deafening.

'Abel?'

A pale hand was raised for complete silence.

Nobody moved, seeming to be mesmerized by the brilliant and damaged mind of Abel Mink. Images of a young Abel pushed themselves into Iason's mind, Innocent and sheltered, one after the other until they stopped and all Iason saw was Abel standing in front of the burning laboratory, flames reaching the sky, blue eyes devoid of all life. Seconds ticked by yet it felt like years before Abel nodded and finally plugged the life support back in.

It bought Iason back to reality.

Everyone, even the machines, in the room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Then all hell broke loose. The door to the room bursts open and a handful of Darkmen poured into the room. They dragged an unresisting Abel away from the bed and pushed him against the wall, securing his hands tightly behind his back. The doctors pushed through the chaos of people to get to Riki and check his vitals, franticly reading charts and monitors. Keeping their guns on him in case he decided to be uncooperative, they turned Abel around and stepped back. Iason moved so he was chest to chest with his brother and stared directly into eyes exactly like his own. He stared calmly into those blue eyes but inside he was slowly beginning to lose control. Abel either didn't notice Iason's inner turmoil or choose not to. By the slight smirk marring Abel's mouth he guessed the latter. Abel sighed and brought up his shackled hands and waved them in front of Iason's face.

'Is this really necessary? You can clearly see that your beloved pet is fine. It's not very hospitable to treat the one who saved his-

'Abel. Be quite.' Iason said evenly. He was in no mood to spar with his brother, and if Abel pushed any further he may very well get his wish for termination, Jupiter be damned. But for once Abel took the hint and closed his mouth, instead resigning to his fate and looked around at the people franticly moving in and out of the room, suddenly becoming detached from the whole situation. Riki did it too when he was pushed into something not to his liking. Through the gaps of moving bodies Iason noticed Riki was still very pale but he looked better than he did before Abel pulled his life support out.

'How does he fare Doctor?'

Finn quietly murmured something under his breath to his colleague and checked over every inch of Riki's lifeless body, moving back and forth between monitors. He looked up between the two brothers in confusion. 'His vitals are doing much better and his heart rate remains steady. '

'See.' Abel waved his hands again. 'I'm not completely useless.'

'Shall we take him back to headquarters?' The Captain asked at Iason's left. 'Or to Eos?'

Abel scoffed. 'Doesn't really matter where you send me, thanks to this bomb making it's home inside of me, my days are limited. Or I could try and remove it and same everyone the trouble of my presence.'

'No' Iason shook his head. He couldn't have Abel at Eos just yet. Whether he liked it or not Abel was the only person he trusted at that moment and he knew Abel's skills would be better utilized where he was most comfortable. The bomb won't activate as long as he didn't try and have it removed. As long as he left it alone, Abel would be fine. 'Take him back to the misty forest. Make sure he stays there. Even if you have to shackle him to the fucking bed.'

'Kinky.' Able said, eyes blazing with electrified energy before he leaned in close so his mouth was inches from Iason's ear and whispered so only he would hear. 'If you require a safe refugee for Riki my home as many empty rooms. Don't trust anyone.' He stepped back and flipped his hair over his shoulder in annoyance.

'Well if I'm to be sent back to my home disguised as my prison I would like a few bowls of noodles sent there. Who knows the next time I'll be let out.'

'Take him away.' Iason ordered and Abel was escorted out of the room but not without giving Iason a salute. If the situation wasn't so grave, Iason would have rolled his eyes instead he turned to the bed, watching the doctors scurry around Riki's unconscious body hooking up various bags of blood and clear fluids. He heard a throat being cleared behind him and he turned to see the doctor standing there, a grim look on his young face.

'What is it?'

'If your brothers…treatment was successful then your pet will live but he is not out of the woods yet. His body has suffered a very traumatic experience. The chances of him making a full recovery are slim at best. He will need multiple transfusions. Scans. The list is extensive.'

Iason nodded and looked past the doctor at Riki incapacitated on the metal bed. He's colour was defiantly better then what it was a few minutes ago and he looked to be resting peaceful. His sleek naked chest moved up and down with every deep breath, the see through face mask covering Riki's mouth fogging up when he exhaled. The sheets he was on were a light pink from the blood slowly dripping from his ear. He noticed the workers watch him with curiosity as he approached the bed and looked down at his pet. He looked small and vulnerable laying on cold steel bed but nothing sexual came from Iason's thoughts. His mind was dialing out all these questions which needed answers. Answers he didn't have and it displeased him.

'What would you like to do, Sir?'

'Prepare him for transport. I want him moved to my brother's compound in the misty forest.' Iason didn't hesitate.

Finn frowned. 'I highly recommend he remains here, your Excellency. Moving him could be fatal.'

'I'll take the risk.' Iason's tone was firm. He wouldn't budge on this.

The doctor sighed, nodding his head. 'Very well. Consider it done.'

Iason said nothing as he turned and walked out the door without looking back. He trusted Raoul to see to the preparations for Riki's transfer. Right now he needed to be somewhere else. He needed answers and he knew the first place to start.

Everyone scurried out of his way, everyone noticing his dark, feral mood. Someone was playing a very dangerous game and he was in no way going to be a pawn in it. He needed to get out of there. He exited the hospital, nodding to the Darkman who patrolled the entrance and approached the vehicle that was waiting for him. He slipped in the back and his driver shut the door and got into the front, silent, awaiting Iason's orders.

'Take me to the business district in Area 6.'

His driver sped away from the curb and merged into the oncoming traffic. The neon lights of passing districts and clubs flew over Iason's face but he paid them no heed. He was miles away, chin in his hand, his thoughts turning like oiled gears in his mind. Abel had instructed him not to trust anyone and even though he would never admit it the only people he did trust was lying unconscious and the other was being sent back to his prison cell with a bomb hiding inside his body. This 'Trinity' organization Abel and the assassin had spoken was one he had never heard about. He had been through Jupiter's archives containing Amoi's history many times and he had never come across the word in any of the transcripts. If this organization, this society hell bent on making the world 'pure' had been around for a hundred and fifty years why was he hearing about it now? A secret society that looks hell bent on getting there point across. Even if that meant murdering Riki and killing his brother.

And now he had a member of this society in custody, waiting to be interrogated.

His fist banged the glass window, causing it to crack. He hated being in the dark.

'We're here, Sir'

His car stopped and Katze opened the car door. Iason stepped out into the damp night, the chill sweeping through his entire body. The old, grungy buildings did little to block out the wind coming off the lake. It was a ghost town at night. Only the bravest souls that wondered these streets would dare hang around, waiting for an opportunity to score. With the protection drones around giving them a measure of cover, all the usual suspects had scattered but Iason knew they hid in the shadows, watching. He ignored the depressing environment and focused on the situation at hand.

'What's the situation, Katze?'

His ex-furniture stubbed his cigarette out on his boot and stepped away from the wall. His thin scar shone like a beacon in between clumps of damp hair underneath the yellow glow of the street light. Light frost steamed from his mouth as he exhaled and nodded his head over to the darkened store that belonged to the deceased pawnbroker, who only a few hours ago, Iason had had crying at his feet. Now he was dead.

'I've cased the area but I've come out with nothing. Apparently the broker's name was Garrett.' Katze fell into step with Iason and flicked on his torch. They approached the dark brown stained windows, the letters that spelt out 'PAWN SHOP' old and faded and stepped inside. Iason looked around and came to the conclusion that Garrett had never cleaned a thing in his life. The shop was dusty and smelt wet and moldy. It clung to the air and covered him like a blanket. The U shape glass cabinet housed many decaying items, most probably sold to him buy mongrels trying to get a quick buck. But despite the shambles the place was in where did this commoner, the lowest common denominator fit in with this Trinity's plans yet somehow this whole thing has started with him. Suddenly the room felt eerie, the hairs on the back on his neck rising up in warning. His eyes narrowed and he scanned the darkened room. Something was not right here. Something sinister was at play. All he could here was the sound of his breathing and the thundering of blood in his ears. It was deafening. It was…

'Sir'

Iason blinked, Katze's voice bringing him back to reality, and looked behind him. His Ex-Furniture stared at him oddly; his golden eyes illuminated by the torch light, but knew better than to say anything. And for that Iason was grateful. He did not need his Ex servant thinking he was losing his mind. Iason turned and continued on to the back of the store, Katze behind him with a torch, their shuffling footsteps loud enough to wake the dead, considering that was who they were here to see. The back was just as disgustingly dirty as the front. A small makeshift cot sat in one corner and boxes from floor to ceiling sat in the other. Some with holes chewed through from rats, others opened and water damaged. Most likely from the water that was slowly leaking from the mouldy roof.

'How's Riki? Katze asked quietly.

'He lives, thanks to Abel.'

They heard rustling and both went onto the defensive. Katze quickly shined the light on the mountain of boxes and after a moment a large brown rat came scurrying out, squeaking franticly running away instantly when he spotted them standing there. Iason clicked his tongue and shook his head. What a mess. He then spotted dark red droplets on the floor and knew it was blood

'Show me the body.' Iason said coldly. He wanted out of this place. Now.

Katze silently led the way to the back office and entered first, Iason following after and looked down at the man Katze had his torch light shining on, laying lifeless on the dusty floor. He had a bullet hole in his chest and by looking at the blood surrounding his head, there was a bullet hole there as well. Iason took of his gloves and squatted down beside the body and spotted the blood trail that led to the over stacked desk and turned to look at Katze.

'You moved the body?'

'I did. I went through Garett's papers. He owed a few people a lot of money, myself included but couldn't find any documents or trails that could tell us how the chip came into his possession.'

'So it just appeared to him out of thin air?' Iason hightly doubted it. Garett received the chip, hoping Iason would be enticed enough to pursue it. Knowing that he would send the black market kingpin to retrieve it. Was Garett working with Trinity? From what he had seen of the man when he had been breathing, he highly doubted that as well. And if he was, he was on the lowest totem pole. He studied Garett and the bullet holes with a keen eye, taking in every detail before his sharp blue eyes locked onto his hand. His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward.

'Shine the light here.'

Katze did what was instructed and Iason brought up Garett's hand and opened it, bringing it into the light. Freshly burnt, the wound raw and swollen, into his skin were three interlocking arcs. Just like the symbol tattooed on the medic's arm. Abel said it was Trinity's symbol. It didn't look no more the few hours old. He digged into the man's pockets, hoping to find something, anything that would make sense of the shit storm he seemed to have found himself in. He skimmed a finger over the laceration and a chill ran down his spine. He tensed, his body telling him to get out, that something wasn't right. He scanned the room, looking for anything out of place.

'What's wrong?' Katze said. His deep voice low but penetrated Iason's thoughts.

Iason stood and continued to search the room. He couldn't see anything but the sensation still remained and it had Iason's hackles raised to the maximum. 'Nothing.' Iason turned to leave. 'Let's leave this place. There is naught here for us but death.'

'What about him?'

Iason didn't even glance down at the dead body by his feet as he walked out. Garett was dead. Nothing he could do about it now. 'Leave him. No one will mourn his passing.'

Besides, he wasn't the only Trinity member he had an appointment with tonight.

…..

'what's the point of this surveillance exactly?' Colton said quietly. 'I'm freezing my ass off.'

Lambert glanced at the darkman, now Ex-darkman from across the alleyway then back to the shop. Colton huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

'Fine stay a mute.' Frost drifted in puffs from the man's mouth as they watched from the shadows as the Blondie and mongrel left the pawn shop and quickly got into the waiting vehicle. Once it had screeched away, the two men emerged from the shadows and watched the tail lights disappear. Vladimir had sent them to the pawn shop to deliver a message to the Tanagura leader, a calling card as such, just to introduce themselves. They expected the dead body but the assassin had sure done a number on the poor bastard. Colton quickly branded the symbol on the man's still warm hand, the smell of burning flesh filling the air and slipped out quickly just in time to see the black market mongrel arrive and case the place. They knew it was only a matter of time before the Iason Mink showed up. It didn't take long.

Why did Blondies have to be built like tanks?

Lambert clicked his tongue and began walking in the opposite direction Mink and his lackey had taken, not even bothering to see if Colton was following. The man glanced down the street for a few moments before following the mute. Emerging from out of the darkness onto the quite streets of Janus, the walked the pavement like two black shadows on a mission. The loan stragglers, who no doubt were on their way to seek shelter in the abudance of whore houses and clubs that were open a few blocks over from the main strip, and the streetwalkers, in their skimpiest outfits, asking for handouts, their pimps keeping a tight leash on them, didn't even bother to notice or even stop them. If one wasn't hindering their fix or stealing their earnings, they would pretend you didn't exist.

A sleek black car drove up beside them, it's engine giving out a hardy rumble and a door opened up to welcome them in, the warmth from the heater curling it's toasty fingers around them. Lambert touched his arm and nodded to look up. Colton did and quickly looked away just as a police drone hovered over them, stopping directly overhead. They both huddled closer, hoping to deceive the camera into thinking they were propositioning the driver. The drone lingered for a torturous few moments before moving on.

Colton released a slow breath and turned up his collar, discreetly flashing his tattoo. It was his identification. His badge. One Trinity member to another. The driver nodded back as they silently slid onto the warm leather and he steered the car away once the doors were closed. No one talked, or attempted to. There was no need. Words would have just ruined everything. The lights from outside barely penetrated the thick dark glass and the light pattering, the smell, of rain electrified the atmosphere. This was the night. The night all of Trinity would rally in union for their one just cause.

To rebuild Utopia once more.

The car rolled to a stop outside an abandoned building, the only thing left standing was her skeletal remains. A high rise electric fence surrounded the place, topped off with a 'no entry' sign. Colton and Lambert emerged and walking quickly through the rain, coming to the back of the building and Lambert pulled open the gate, the electricity turned off, and they entered the building through a hole in the crumbling wall. As there was no roof, everything was soaked and large puddles took up most of the floor. Lambert observed the area around him, turning in circles, Colton doing the same. The streetwalkers and homeless used places like this to set up shop so it was drilled into them to case the places the Trinity group liked to hold their shindigs. That was the very reason they couldn't use a flashlight. Drew too much attention from the wrong crowd. But lucky for them the moon had come out of the clouds to shine its light down on them.

'Where's the entrance?'

Lambert suddenly stopped in the middle of the floor and tapped the ground. He bent down and stuck his hands in a large puddle, searching for something, while Colton stood watch. Trinity's group meetings were always in different locations. It was what has kept them a secret for so long. A growing shadow in the city of Midas. In the first few years of Trinity's existence there were only a few dozen members, mostly elites, businessmen and runaways. Now a hundred and fifty years later a couple thousand had joined its ranks with Vladimir at the helm.

He was one crazy bastard.

But according to Trinity's archives, they had all been crazy. Crazy enough to start a war with the all-powerful mother of the elite. He had been told by veteran members that the first master, the creator, was a mongrel. He wanted revenge. Revenge for the oppression of his people. That was how the rebellion began, so it is said, damming all the mongrels to rot in the hell hole that was Ceres.

The mongrels of Amoi were used as scapegoats for Trinity to continue on with their mission.

Lambert whistled for Colton's attention and pulled up a heavy trapdoor. It was pitch black but the voiceless mute started to descend into the floor's depths with Colton bringing up the rear. He closed the door, once more looking out for anything suspicious and Lambert switched on the flashlight. They walked down the stone steps, into the bowls of the earth, their footseps echoing off the chrome walls. When they reached the bottom, chrome became earth and the smell of dirt hit their nostrils. Metal sconces lined the walls each holding a lit candle, underneath robed figures stood guard. Their faces were hidden but there was no need to see them, the tattoos on their hands was enough to know who they were. The sconces cast just enough light so they didn't need the flashlight.

'I'll hand it to Vladimir, he knows style.' Colton said 'Hope there isn't a giant orgy or sex fest going on in there. That's not my thing.'

His tongueles partner nodded and stopped in front of two large red doors. The two robbed figures posted their held out their wrists, waiting for the two of them to do the same. They did, their identifications as clear as day. The guards were satisfied and opened the doors, loud chatter drowning out the silence of the cave. The two men stepped inside and the doors were closed behind them. Hundreds of people were huddled around the large amphitheater, small and large groups quietly talking amongst themselves. Colton whistled. Never would he have thought something like this would be standing thirty- forty meters underground, right under Jupiter's AI nose. And no doubt the Trinity organization had a few more places like this tucked away in case they needed a safe hideaway. Colton glanced down at his Trinity brand on his hand and the circumstances that brought Colton to Trinity's doorstep. It happened long before he infiltrated the Darkman's headquarters. Getting into the Darkmen's headquarters was just the beginning of his mission. Placing a bomb in a blondie's chest was an added bonus.

Suddenly the crowd began to chant, 'Vladimir! Vladimir! Vladimir!'

The silver haired elite too the stairs up to the stage and once in front of his gathered brethren he put his hands up and the chanting ceased. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants with a long black trench coat. The matriarch, the overload of Trinity was ready to do battle. His smile was one the devil would be proud of. He took a deep breath and addressed the crowd.

'My fellow brethren! I welcome you to this night of truth. Of fulfillment. Success and more importantly, of triumph!' Vladimir voice boomed over the crowd. 'We are finally, after so many years of keeping to the shadows, able to step out of the darkness and make our move against those that oppress us. Jupiter and her elite children have held the position of power for too long. It is time for us to take it back.'

The masses roared in agreeance. Vladimir's hand rose once more and the herd grew silent. Obeying like a dog does to its master. 'Our chance is finally upon us to take back what is rightfully ours. Our chance to strike back at the heart of Jupiter. Tanagura will crumble and the streets of Midas will be set alight with the fire of retribution and vengeance. The elite will tremble in fear when they hear the name 'Trinity!''

The crowd chanted loudly, 'Trinity! Trinity! Trinity!'

Colton glanced around the juiced up crowd and caught the eye of one of members. The doctor… Finn was his name. Yes he was told he was the one overseeing Iason Mink's pet. Lucky enough the Blondie hadn't figured out the good doc was the enemy The doctor nodded and looked away, keeping to himself amongst the heavy flock of people. The chanting grew louder, forcing Colton to break his focus away from Finn. Vladimir chanted along with the crowd, causing the excitement to grow in intensity and Colton knew without a doubt the streets above them were trembling with the knowledge that things were never going to be the same.

….

Iason walked down the gray hallway of the Darkman's interrogation section of their headquarters. The bright lights did nothing to make the place more inviting, if anything else it gave the place a sense of foreboding and unease. Iason's steps were quick and purposeful. He wanted to get this over with. He had things he had to do and his patience was at a knife's edge. Iason feared if he didn't get anything out of this traitor, he was going to snap. He was flanked by the lieutenant, a tank of a man, who led him towards the room they were keeping the medic in. He was informed when he arrived that the lieutenant's men had been interrogating the boy for a couple of hours but all they got out of him was a sequence of numbers and 'Hail Trinity'

'Just here, your Excellency'

The lieutenant stopped in front of a simple grey door with a small window, two guards at each side of the door. Iason looked through it and saw the boy hunched over on a chair, rocking back and forth, his hands dangling by his sides and his eyes vacant, staring at the mirror. His hair lay limp around his head from the sweat on his face. Clearly the Darkmen had turned up the heat to try and make the boy's stay as uncomfortable as possible. His mouth was moving but Iason couldn't hear what he was saying.

'I'll take it from here, Lieutenant.'

The man stood at attention, his face serious but still surprised. 'I would prefer to have someone in with you, sir.'

Iason waved his intentions away. 'I have a feeling the boy may talk if I went in alone.'

The Darkman scowled but stepped aside. 'Be my guest.'

He opened the door before the officer could protest further and closed it loudly, hoping the boy would look up, at the very least, acknowledge his presence but he continued to rock and mumble and now that Iason was in the room he realized it was a sequence of numbers. Iason slowly pulled the seat out across from the boy, never taking his eyes away from him and sat down, making sure his hands were in plain view. The hit in the face caused by Iason had formed a pretty bruise to form on his cheek and eye and the cut on his forehead was defiantly the work of a gun. He glanced behind him to look at the mirror, noting his tired eyes and back to this Trinity member.

'Do you know who I am?'

The boy didn't stop rocking, just stared straight ahead, mumbling, 'E6P3458. E6P3458. E6P3458.'

Iason glanced over the medic's head at the disgusting yellow brick walls and reigned in his patience, which was about to snap. His fingers itched to grip the boy's throat and squeeze until his last breath was used to tell him who he was working for. But he squeezed his knuckles together, hearing the pop, instead and repeated.

'Do you know who I am?'

'E6P3458. E6P3458.'

'What is your name?

'E6P3458.'

Clearly this wasn't working. He decided he had to get under the boy's skin. Take a page out of Abel's book. 'Your Master? He must not be doing a very good job. Letting you get caught and all.'

The boy stopped rocking and looked Iason square in the eye. Well that got his attention. Iason continued, not breaking eye contact. 'I mean, well, what do you expect. He is up against the elite.'

'The master is everything.' The boy said with little motion in his voice but his eyes took on a glint of madness. He rose a little from his seat 'Trinity will rise up and the streets of Midas will be awash with the blood of the unclean. Jupiter and her spawn will quiver at the very mention of the name Trinity. You better watch your back, Iason Mink. Trinity spies are everywhere. Even in Eos. You, your brother, your pet will never be safe.'

At the mention of Riki, Iason quickly stood up and leant over the desk, grabbing the boy by the throat. He pulled him closer. 'Who? Who is it? Tell me.'

The medic sum laughed in his face, his features twisted and evil. 'I wish I could but I've already swallowed my poison pill.'

Iason's eyes widened. 'What?'

The boy started laughing again, his cackle piercing through Iason's skull before he suddenly started coughing. And coughing. He wouldn't stop. Iason released him and the boy fell to the floor with a thud. His body spasmed and contorted as if possessed under the sheer force of his hacking before blood and spit frothed out of his mouth. Iason quickly went to the boy and took him by the shoulders, shaking him forcefully.

'No! Guards!' Iason bellowed at the door then turned back to the traitor. 'Tell me! Tell me who it is?'

The medic smiled through blood soaked teeth. 'It's, it's…'

But it was too late.

The boy was dead.

To be Continued…

Finally down. I thought this chapter was never going to end. Well I hope you enjoyed this little snippet and keep an eye out for more.