Author's Note: Well it's the weekend and I have finally got time to work on this story. God it wasnt easy getting through the week I had to drive my bitch of sister to the same school as me and the assignments they gave us is just a pain. But enough of about my personal life time to answer some reviews.

Wassup13: Oh you'll find out I'm about to summon it. Nah just kidding the fat lady was the tree witch.

On with the story.

Chapter 9: I'll Erase Your Ass

We find Finn on the train going through a dark tunnel. As the train was going the crowding and flashing of lights create a feeling of anxiety for him. All around the train were wanted posters of Abraham Lincoln. Finn looks around, alert to potential danger. He overhears snippets of various private conversations. "Then a few days later, Petrikov raised the price of air." the woman says "Again?" a man responded "Nobody on Earth gives a damn what happens up here." "Yeah, they just want our turbinium, so they can zap things from space." As the couple continued their conversation red lights flooded the car and the reverberated clattering diminishes as the subway emerges onto the surface of Mars.

Through a window behind Finn, we see the Pyramid Mine from his recurrent dream. Finn turns, and sees the object of his obsession. Fascinated, he addresses a burly miner standing next to him. "Excuse me. What's that?" Finn asked as he nodded his head to the window "You mean the Pyramid Mine?" he responded as he sees Finn staring at it. "I used to work there, till they found that alien shit inside." "Well, that's a rumor, isn't it?" "Think so?" after hearing that Finn's eyes were riveted on the object of his obsession. Soon the train worms into a tunnel leading to the domed city of Chryse, perched on the side of a steep canyon. High on the other ledge looms Petrikov's headquarters.

Meanwhile

Simon Petrikov sits in his high-backed executive chair in front of a wall-sized picture window which overlooks a majestic panorama of the Pyramid Mine. He hears doors slide open, then footsteps. Marshall Lee then enters the room. "Mr. Petrikov...You wanted to see me?" Simon swivels around in his chair with a smile on his face. "Marshall, do you know why I'm such a happy person?" Simon asked "No, sir." "Because I've got the greatest job in the solar system. As long as the turbinium keeps flowing, I can do anything I want. Anything." He said as he stands "If fact, the only thing I ever worry about is that one day, if the rebels win, it all might end." Petrikov then explodes, pounding his fist on the desk. "AND YOU'RE FUCKIN' MAKING IT HAPPEN! FIRST YOU TRY AND KILL FINN AND THEN YOU LET HIM GET AWAY!"

Marshall survives the barrage, shaken but not cowed. "He had help. From our side, sir." "I know that." he said as if it was obvious. That caught Marshall off guard "But I thought-" "Who told you to think?! I don't give you enough information to think! You do what you're told! That's what you do!" "Yes, sir." Simon then feeds his goldfishs who swim around in a large spherical bowl. "Now let's get down to business. Linchon wants what's in Finn's head. And he might be able to get it, cause they say he's psychic. Now I have a little plan to keep this from happening. Do you think you can play along?" he asked. "Yes, sir." "Great! Because, otherwise I'll erase your ass."

Back with Finn

A mob of passengers disembark from a commuter train. Amid the crowd, we find Finn, doing his best to be inconspicuous. He moves through a broad underground plaza hewn from solid rock. The railway platform is on one side, across from a large scale, bustling mine operation. "You need a taxi? I got magazines, music, whisky." said one of the guys following Finn "You need a cab? Come on!" Finn ignored all of them and walks into the tunnel labeled 'Hilton'.

Finn comes out of the inclined underground walkway into a spacious atrium under a glass dome. The Pyramid Mine is visible straight ahead, through a high wall of glass as red sunlight bathes the lobby in a weird rosy glow. Finn crosses the lobby and walks up to the registration desk. A clerk then addresses him. "Can I help you?" Finn hands his ID card to the Clerk. "I would like a room, please." the clerk takes the ID card and plugs it into a slot. Then the 'Brubaker' file shows up on the monitor. "Nice to have you back, Mr. Shada. Would you like the same suite?" "Definitely."

The clerk then sees something unusual on the monitor. "You've left something in our safe." "Could you get it?" "Identification?" They press their thumbs to a safe-opener box. As soon as the scan was complete a small safe deposit box slides smoothly out of a wall. The clerk pulls the box from its track and sets it in front of Finn. After that the clerk politely leaves Finn alone. "I'll go encode your room key." "Thank you" Finn said as he opens the box.

The clerk steps away, and Finn look inside the box. It's empty...except in the back, there's a piece of red paper folded in eighths. Finn grabs the paper and hurriedly unfolds it. It's an advertising Flier for a bar, 'THE LAST RESORT', it featured a drawing of a naked woman. Finn then turns the paper over. On the other side is a handwritten message: 'For a good time, ask for Marceline'. The clerk then returns with a plastic key card, which he hands to Finn. "There you go, Mr. Shada. Suite 610 in the East Wing." "Thank you...May I use your pen?" he asked reaching for a pen. "Certainly!" the clerk replied handing Finn a pen. Finn takes the pen and scribbles 'Marceline' under the written message. As a result he finds out the handwriting matches his.

Author's Note: Well I'm glad I got this chapter out. So now Finn's now on Mars and has followed Pen's instructions what will happen next? Find out next time.