Static had made it to the building that he had assumed housed his best friend and best friend's captors.
It was a normal enough looking building. It looked like your stereotypical institute; one that Virgil wouldn't have been surprised Alva had a hand in.
The bushes were over grown and grass unkempt on one side. The same side also displayed broken windows and rusted doors.
To his surprise, the African-American teen found that the other half of the building was well kept. The doors were shinny, the grass and bushes were cut, and the windows looked like they had been cleaned recently.
Virgil wasn't much into the super villain captor type thing, but he decided that the perpetrators would probably keep up the half of the building that they worked in, while ignoring the other part, so the nicer half of the building was the one he headed to.
An instant later, the dark teen regretted the decision as blue lasers surrounded him. Speeding as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the building (in hopes of escaping the lasers) Virgil hit an invisible wall. He was instantly knocked off of his disk and hit the ground with an impact that left him unable to stand for several moments.
As soon as Virgil had hit the ground, a familiar face walked out, seemingly through the closed window.
"Virgil Hawkins," a tall, brunette young man said, "So you really are Static."
"Mr. Specs." Virgil whispered rubbing his head and trying to get up the energy to get to his feet.
Specs walked over to Static and, taking his disk, grabbed the younger male's wrist, putting blue laser handcuffs in place.
"You can see me?" Virgil asked half shocked, but still dizzy from his fall.
"Of coarse I can." The older male stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I've had the antidote."
"The what?" Now Virgil was really confused.
"Nothing that concerns you, grunt." Specs pulled out a syringe with liquid identical to the one Trapper had previously used on Richie. "Now go to sleep like a good boy." Specs smirked shoving the needle into Virgil's arm.
Trapper wheeled the table that Richie was strapped to to a large dark room the was far more primitive then the one they had been to start with. There was very little technology in the room and the walls were surrounded with bared cages where red and blue eyes peered out giving the entire room a haunting feel.
The table that Richie was strapped to was leaned all the way back so the boy was now laying horizontal. Several machines now surrounded him: machines to monitor his pulse, breathing, and electromagnetic brain waves.
Specs entered the room pushing Virgil on a gurney.
"I have subject number 2, Mr. Trapper."
"Great." Trapper said moving towards his taller friend. "Now we just wait until this one," he tapped Static's chest, "to wake up."
"What's this?" Mr. Specs picked up a small, beetle like robot.
Trapper came over to look at the contraption more closely. "It's that thing Gear wears, isn't it?"
Specs lifted the robot looking it over.
"This maybe just what were looking for." The brunette man said with an evil smirk.
"Yeah, but how do we make it work?" The tanner of the two young men started prodding at the many pieces of the device. Garnering no results, he gave up and placed the robot on one of the small tables that was in the room.
"What now?" He asked his companion.
"We'll take apart later." Mr. Specs replied. "I'm getting dinner now."
Mr. Specs walked out of the room with Trapper following shortly, giving one last look to the familiar robot.
a/n: Sorry that this has taken so long, and that this chapter is really, really short. I just really couldn't think of anything better, and really I've been watching Zeke and Luther lately, but that show is so very slashy in and of its self (seriously, watch it and write fanfictions, so I can read them).
Anyway, chapter updates will become more frequent once school starts back (hopefully, depending on how boring Polysci is) which will be soon.
On another note, there will most likely be only a few more chapters. So the ending is near (probably).