"I think I see something!"

"Oh, God. Is that…?"

"Yeah."

That was the sound that Kabal woke up to. People talking. When he opened his eyes, he found himself trapped under a figurative ton of rubble. Somehow he was alive. Either there was a God or he just had the best luck in the goddamn world. Either way, he needed to get out immediately. He snaked his arm out of the piece of ceiling, wall, or possibly the floor that was threatening to crush it. He pressed his palm against the block that was hanging over his head, but failed to budge it. Well, a few pebbles fell onto his face. This caused him to stop. There was no telling how little it would take for the entire structure to collapse onto him.

A searing pain made its presence known to Kabal. The vigilante let out a sharp hiss. His vision moved from the concrete above him to the long pole jutting out from his shoulder. The voice from before called out, "Jax, did you hear something?"

Another voice replied, "Yeah. It's somewhere over… here!"

The stone began to move out of the way. Kabal had to shield his eyes from the searing light that entered his vision. Well, as best he could, anyway. As his vision slowly came back to him, Kabal looked upon the visage of Jax. A smile almost crossed his face.

Almost.

Instead, he said, "There's a pole stuck in my shoulder. Hurry up and get this stuff off."

"A 'please' would be nice," Jax replied, but began to clear the rubble nonetheless. He looked back at Stryker, who was doing the same elsewhere. "Kurt! Help me get Kabal out!"

"But, sir, what about—!"

"He's through, Stryker." Pulling out a piece of rubble, Jax did not even bother to look at the officer. "There's nothing we can do."

Stryker looked down into the hole he had made, almost hesitating a moment, but nonetheless went over to help with Jax remove the junk that that had fallen on Kabal. Once enough had been removed, Jax grabbed hold of the pole and yanked without warning. Kabal, not having braced for it, let out a loud pain-filled scream. Both the police captain and Stryker backed up, allowing Kabal enough room to hold his bleeding shoulder.

Jax pulled out a first aid kit, took out some disinfectant and dumped it onto the wound. Stryker lifted up the writhing vigilante enough so that the entrance wound was visible. Jax unceremoniously dumped the rest of the bottle of the disinfectant on that too. After Kabal has stopped squirming form the pain, Jax went to put a bandage on his shoulder.

He wrapped as tightly as he could before announcing, "Done. Nothing more I can do for you here, though."

Jax and Stryker helped Kabal to his feet, who pushed them away once he got there. He turned back to face them and asked, "How?"

"'How?'"

"How are you still alive? You were thrown out of the window."

"You have Kenshi to thank for that. He caught me before I could hit the ground." Jax then shrugged. "If he didn't, I'd be a pancake."

"Where is he?"

"Resting," Jax answered, moving back to the hole that Stryker was looking into. "Using his abilities takes a lot out of him."

"Abilities?"

Hearing the question in Kabal's voice, Jax replied, "He has telekinesis." The vigilante tilted his head. "He can move things with his mind. He must've heard me falling, caught, and put me down gently on the ground. We ran up to help out." Surveying the scene, he asked, "But why would Anarky only destroy this floor. It doesn't make any sense."

"Who cares if it does?" Stryker asked, moving a few rocks out of the way. "There's been enough destruction."

Kabal walked over to the hole that Stryker was staring in. An arm was visible, covered in blood and dirt, the fingers bent in unnatural ways. The vigilante asked, "Is that Gor Roh?"

Jax nodded. "We found him before you woke up." Behind the mask, Kabal's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't think he's getting up," the police captain commented, running a hand over his head.

"Nope," was the simple reply. Kabal shook his head. "But Rain's with that psycho, probably dead, and we have no idea where he could be."

Stryker said, "Maybe we should go back to the station, make up a new plan."

Kabal and Jax looked at each other. The vigilante stated plainly, "I can't think of a better idea right now."

They had picked up Kenshi, who was rested enough to walk on his own, when the image of Anarky appeared on the various screens adorning the buildings. "So, you actually survived. You four are just full of surprises. I must admit though, I was disappointed to not see Officers Stryker and Kenshi there. Well, I did see them in that building, kneecapping the various guards who threatened to ambush Kabal and Jax. And you, Captain! How the hell did you manage to survive falling out of a building that high up? I think I may have a little respect for you guys now.

"But that doesn't change anything between us. I will, however, give you one last chance to stop this useless crusade to end my benign plans to bring peace to Deacon." When the group did not respond, his voice raised in agitation ever so slightly. "You know, it's rude to ignore someone who gives you an offer like this. I'm not telling you to rob a bank, kill a politician, or commit mass genocide. All I want you to do is turn a blind eye to what I am doing right now."

When there was still no answer, he growled in frustration. "You can talk to me you know. There are microphones everywhere! I can hear you breathing right now. Hell, if I tune it correctly, I can hear your heart beat. So there is no reason to just ignore me!" Still no reply. "Fine. I guess you don't want to know my location."

That got some heads to turn towards the nearest screen. A slight chuckle escaped Anarky's lips. "That's right. But I'm not going to give it here and now. If I did that, a lot of people would come storming into my hideout with torches and pitch forks. Only you are allowed to do that, Kabal. So that also means your playmates can't come. Sorry. There will be a messenger who will take you to my humble bode. He's right here."

Anarky's image was replaced with a map of Deacon City, with the anarchy symbol pinpointing a specific location. Kabal quickly left behind the three others, who didn't even bother arguing with him to stay.

Several minutes ago,

A gunshot sounded in Anarky's secret room, but when the masked hacker looked at Rain, who was still very much alive, he turned his head to the doorway. A man twirled a smoking single action revolver into a holster on his hip. He stepped closer the spurs on his boots clacking loudly.

The bloodied Rain turned to face the man. "You..." The crime boss shook his head. "I thought he was supposed to be coming."

"Oh, he is," the young blond replied. He adjusted his old duster, continuing. "I'm just here to make sure you're alive enough to stand in front of him for your failures."

"'Failures?!'"Rain snapped. "I haven't failed! This dickhead is who you should be dragging in front of him."

"That very well may be, but he specifically asked for you."

Anarky pointed the pistol in his hands at the newcomer, asking, "And who might you be?"

The man looked lazily at Anarky before returning his attention back to Rain. "Clean off the blood from your face, patch up your leg and get moving."

When he felt the barrel of a gun pressed against his temple, he turned to face Anarky. The masked hacker repeated his question. "Who the hell are you? And don't lie to me, ignore me, or mislead me. Please. Or else, I will put a bullet in your brain."

Taking a deep breath, the man stated, "I like you, Anarky. You've made my current boss very happy with the state of Deacon. I'm not into the chaos of your work, but he enjoys the occasional mass destruction."

"I'm flattered. However, that doesn't really answer my question. Who. Are. You?"

The man chuckled, before smiling lightly. "I apologize. My name is not important, but you may call me Revolver."

"Great," Anarky stated, before pulling back the hammer of his pistol. "How did you find me, Revolver?"

"It was difficult, I'll admit. Your first broadcast was a few weeks ago, correct? We have a team that is normally on top of these things. They can break the Pentagon's security in under two days, but you? It took them two whole weeks. That's impressive in its own right, but then we realized where exactly you were, and thought to ourselves, 'Wow, this guy either has deep pockets or a silver tongue."

"Thank you," Anarky smugly replied. "I pride myself on my tongue."

Revolver shook his head. "I came to the conclusion you just had deep pockets."

The mask was still as emotionless as ever, but behind it, Anarky's face twisted in rage. "Alright, I've come to a decision. I'm going to kill you both."

Without another word, Revolver whipped out his pistol, pulled the trigger, and shot the gun out of Anarky's hand. The pistol flew into the air before crashing onto the ground, while Anarky clutched his bleeding wound. Revolver blew the smoke emitting from his gun. The masked hacker looked up at the gunslinger, who looked down at him with thinly veiled contempt.

"You have potential, Anarky," Revolver mentioned, opening the cylinder before pulling out the two spent bullets and replacing them. "And I truly hate to waste potential. So, my boss is on his way. He'll be here in about... three days. If you're still alive in three days, we can talk." He look toward Rain by the collar of his jacket before pushing him towards the door. "Let's go, Rain."

"No need to get pushy, I'm comin'."

The former crime boss had already groggily stepped out of the room when Anarky shouted out, "How do I find you?"

"You don't," was the simple reply.

And with that, they were gone. Anarky shook his head before taking off his glove to inspect the bleeding wound. He shook his head in exasperation before looking at one of his video screens. He saw Kabal and his team exiting the lobby of Rain's tower into the building where Kenshi was. An idea formulated in his head. He had a good twenty minutes after he sent out this next video.

Ten minutes later.

Kabal reached an abandoned building. Most of the windows were broken, an entire section of the wall was blown out. Overall, it was one of the more well kept buildings in the area. He scanned the area, looking out for anyone watching. The only thing that was really out of the ordinary was the lack of people, but that was to be expected right now.

But something strange did catch his eyes. Beneath of the few remaining windows, and anarchy symbol was painted a dark red, almost crimson in color. It must have been recent as well, as a few droplets of paint were still pouring down the side of the building. Shaking his head, Kabal continued on nonetheless.

As soon as he stepped into the building, he stopped when he saw a group of Anarchists standing in front of him. They were dressed almost identically to Anarky himself, with the exception of their masks. They blocked off most doors, with the stairs being the only path open without resistance. Kabal took out one of his hook swords, stepping closer into the lobby. As soon as he took a few steps in, the exit was immediately blocked by three Anarchists. The vigilante turned his head to look at the three.

They did not move an inch.

A slight chuckled escaped Kabal's lips as he moved to the stairs with caution. By his count there were roughly twenty men and women in here. It was hard to tell. And this was a rather small space. He might be able to take a few of them out, but the numbers would overwhelm him. Then again, that might just be Anarky's plan.

Still, he made sure to not make any sudden movements. With sword in hand, he traveled up the stairs. Every doorway was blocked, just like the lobby. A least, until he got to the sixth floor. Kabal looked up to the next floor, to see another Anarchist blocking that door. Shaking his head in disbelief, he placed his ear to the door. He couldn't hear anything.

He opened the door, but when he stepped in, he was surprised at what he saw. Namely, nothing at all. Aside from the furniture in the room, there was no one inside. He took a few steps into the room before the door shut behind him. Kabal quickly pulled out his hook swords in time to block an attack from above. The assailant, who was dressed in all black, wielded a sword. It had jumped down from the ceiling to attack him, which Kabal had just narrowly brought his blades up to block.

Without totally bracing himself, he was knocked back into the door, almost breaking it off its hinges. The ninja made to stab Kabal, but he dodged just in time to send a fist into its general direction. The ninja easily evaded the blow, instead countering with a kick to the stomach. The air in Kabal's lungs were knocked out, with him clutching his stomach. As the ninja brought down the sword again, Kabal was able to block it again, but was still knocked back into a couch.

He put all of his weight towards his back, causing the couch to fall to the ground. At the same time, the ninja leaped towards him, but due to him titling the couch back, it missed. Kabal shot his legs up, delivering a kick to the ninja's chest, sending it into a wall. Kabal got to his feet, rubbing his shoulder unconsciously. Picking up his dropped hook swords, he made his way towards his assailant.

The ninja did a kip up, throwing four small knives towards the vigilante. He avoided three of them, while taking the last knife into his injured shoulder. He let out a hiss, but otherwise barely broke stride. The ninja attempted to stab him again, but Kabal caught it with one blade while disarming the ninja with the other. He brought a knee to the ninja's face, hearing the crunch of the nose breaking.

That didn't seem to deter the ninja, however, as it shot a fist into Kabal's face, breaking the lens covering his right eye. Kabal stumbled back, clutching his now exposed eye. A kick to the chest sent him to the ground. Pulling out a knife, the ninja stabbed at Kabal. He titled his head towards the left, avoiding the rather sharp blade. Grabbing the ninja's hand, he used all of his strength to crush is wrist.

A pained shout came out of the ninja while a kick to the chest sent it crashing into a window. It didn't quite fall out of the window, but it did break it apart, sending shards into the ninja's back, on the floor and out into the street.

Kabal wasted no time in grabbing the ninja's neck. He dragged it over to the balcony and dangled it over the edge. Ripping of its mask, he was surprised to find what he saw. The ninja was a woman.

Huh.

The vigilante applied more pressure on her neck while growling, "Where is Anarky?"

"I will tell you nothing," the ninja shot back, struggling against his grip.

"You see, that's a pretty big mistake," Kabal replied, loosening his grip. "Because, if my math is correct, we are about fifty feet up. There have been people who've fallen from higher to survive. Think you'll get as lucky."

The ninja laughed. "You will not kill me," she taunted. "I have the information you seek. If you want it, you will let me go."

Kabal nodded his head. "You're right. I'm not gonna kill you." He threw her back into the room. She crashed into the ground with a groan. The ninja attempted to get to her feet, but a boot was smashed into her back. "What I'm going to do is make you wish you were dead. Not unless you tell me where Anarky is."

He was met with silence.

The frown beneath the mask deepened. "Your funeral."

He kicked her over so that she laid on her back. Kneeling down, he brought out a knife. Kabal let the ninja get a good view of the blade as he slowly moved it towards her eyes. As she continued to remain silent, he sighed. He didn't really want to do this, but...

He sent the knife into her eye.