Before I forget, there's a poll up on my profile you dudes should find interesting. ;) Anyways I spoke too soon on the "32 chapter" thing so to be freaking honest i have no idea how long this act is going to be, and it's still just gonna be me seeing how long it takes things to develop naturally. Anyways, on with the show!
"It's unfortunate she's still alive."
Alejandro stood while looking out the window, aware of how acutely villainous he looked. Here he was, relaying orders to have a resistance movement killed, making grandiose speeches, and now he was staring out the window menacingly with his back turned to his subordinates. He had to stifle a laugh at this. Matheson and Marcus stood before him. Marcus looked uncomfortable while Matheson looked bored as all hell. Both were being chastised for their inability to complete their respective tasks, but Alejandro had never been one to execute subordinates who had failed him. Dave had been the one time exception to this rule. And seeing how it backfired Alejandro had no plans to do anything again.
"To be fair sir," Matheson said bluntly. "You told me to make her suffer. And before I could finish her off you called me to take care of Max and Moreau before they could escape. She lost an eye and she has nowhere to go. If she's alive she won't be for long."
"She's resourceful," Alejandro said simply, turning around to face his two henchmen. "I've resolved not to make that mistake again. It was foolish of me to put fun over what needs to be done. I'm not infallible, friends. But I won't make the same mistake twice."
"Yes sir," Matheson said gruffly.
"As for you," Alejandro said, directing his attention to Marcus. "You're a capable soldier and I trust you. But you've been producing a lack of results. You failed to stop two people from taking Max. You were knocked unconscious by Dave of all people. Which is why I want to give you a break."
"Sir, just because I have a personal stake in this doesn't mean I should be put on the sidelines," Marcus protested.
"You misunderstand," Alejandro said. "I'm just concerned for your well being. And you won't be put on the sidelines. This is important."
"How so?"
Alejandro pulled up a holographic image of a man holding a gun. "This is Shawn Smith. Another former Total Drama contestant. I'm not surprised he's made it this far. The assailant Heather is currently tracking also matches the description of his girlfriend, Jasmine. As such I have an idea as to why we can't get a lock on Moreau's position. They've likely been hiding out in his bunker that he bought with the prize money from Pahkitew Island, disrupting the signal."
"Smart," Marcus commented. "You sure about this?"
"It would explain why we can't find them," Alejandro said. "Which is why I'm entrusting you to the task of finding where they're hiding. Heather's working on it as well, but the more the merrier. Once we find them, we either draw them out and kill Moreau, or slaughter them inside their home base, ridding ourselves of this pest problem once and for all. At that point you'll sit out, yes, but I like to give my employees a bit of a break sometimes."
Marcus looked hesitant. "If you're certain...I'll get on it."
"Are you uncomfortable, Marcus?" Matheson asked bluntly.
"No, no...just...surprised," Marcus said, shuffling his feet around.
"That's fine," Alejandro smiled. "Do what you will, and report back to me. Adios, friend."
With a wave of his hand, Alejandro dismissed Marcus, who bowed stiffly before exiting the room.
"Do you trust him?" Matheson asked.
"Partly," Alejandro sighed. "I think he's up to something, but I don't think of him as any more of a threat than his former partner is on their side. He has nowhere else to go. He'll remain loyal."
"If you're certain," Matheson said. "How is MIC's torture going?"
"Almost there," Alejandro replied. "Just a few more hours."
"That's a complicated AI for it to take this long."
"I know," Alejandro laughed slightly. "I'm impressed. We'll get the weapons soon enough. Dismissed, Matheson."
The assassin nodded stiffly and took his leave. Alejandro sat down in the throne, musing to himself. Things would be speeding up and he'd have to be able to think fast to come out on top.
He could handle it.
"Does it feel any better?"
Whereas a more caring individual might have phrased the question with a concerned tone, Dave said the words with a detached and oddly curious tone.
"The bright lights aren't helping," Scarlett groaned, squinting her remaining eye as the two walked through the brightly lit building with white walls, floor, and ceiling. The only respite from the brightness was the blood from the security guards leaking onto the floor. Individually Dave and Scarlett probably would have been gunned down, but together they'd managed to break inside.
"Right," Dave said. "Well, that's why we're here. Gotta hold up each of our ends of the bargain, after all." He giggled slightly. "And I'd rather have two eyes watching my back than just one."
"What, it's not out of the goodness of your heart?" Scarlett asked teasingly, snickering slightly. "What a shame."
"It's a good thing our interests line up," Dave said. "First things first, though." Quickly he burst open a door, holding up his gun with a chilling calmness. They'd burst into the middle of an operation with several doctors performing eye surgery. Dave fired off a few shots, scaring them into submission. Their screams filled the air.
"EVERYONE ON THE GROUND!" he yelled. "OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" The three doctors complied, cowering on the ground with their hands behind their heads.
"Dramatic much?" Scarlett asked dryly, before wincing as more pain pulsed behind her bandage. It wasn't particularly a well-done bandage and the week had started to wear it thin. Changing it was a pain too and it was a good thing Dave didn't seem to mind blood anymore. She'd recalled him being particularly germaphobic but she supposed his mental snap had done something to him. He'd been dirt-caked and filthy the entire time she'd been with him and he seemed...well, no crazier than he already was.
"It works," Dave said in a monotone voice. He moved forward, moving the gun between the three doctors. "How many of you can implant an Echo Eye? I've heard that this place is top of the line, SOMEONE should be able to do it."
Hands shaking, one of the doctors raised her hand. Dave tilted his head. "Just you? How many people does it need?"
"I-It's a fairly simple process," she stuttered. "Painful but I should be able to do it. Could you spare them-"
Having heard all he needed to hear, Dave turned his gun to the other two doctors, and promptly shot both in the head. Scarlett allowed a small, impressed smile to spread across her face. The remaining doctor put her hands to her mouth to cover up her scream.
"Can you do it here?" Dave asked.
The doctor nodded, nearly hyperventilating. She tried to slow her breathing, and responded. "I'll need the implant here. I assume it's for her?" She gestured towards Scarlett, whose bandage was becoming bloody again. "How long has she been without it, and does she...still have residue?"
"It's been a week," Dave said, and the doctor grimaced, air hissing through her teeth. "Will that be a problem?"
"I-It'll be a bit harder...nothing too much but you'd be lucky if you didn't get infected."
"Just do it," Scarlett grit her teeth.
"I'll need an implant first," the doctor said. Casually, Dave took an electronic eye out of his pocket. "...and you already have it, alright. I-I'll get to work on it..."
"Excellent," Scarlett said. "Prepare the equipment."
The doctor hurriedly and frantically began setting up the surgery equipment, trying to ignore the dead bodies of her friends around her.
Scarlett slumped against the wall, and Dave kept the gun pointed at the doctor, while still talking to Scarlett.
"After this, what's next?" Scarlett asked. "We've spent a week trying to get into this place, we haven't had a chance to talk about what comes next. We ARE just two people after all."
"After my," Dave paused and allowed himself to look a little self-satisfied, "revelation, I ransacked a Signal Industries facility for files. I found where they're holding a program known as MIC that knows the location of Max's nuclear devices."
Scarlett whistled softly. "That could prove...handy. With our shared goal."
"The problem is that it's back in New York," Dave sighed. "During Max's execution I tried to use the distraction as a way to get in there, but it ended up not working out." His eye twitched slightly. "It's unfortunate that we'll have to sneak back into the city but it shouldn't be too hard." He laughed.
"We get in there, figure out the nuclear codes, head to the location, and we have a nuclear arsenal ." Scarlett smirked. "I like it."
"Knew you would," Dave said, eyes dull and lifeless, contrasting with his manic grin.
The doctor walked back over to them. "I-It's ready."
"Excellent," Scarlett said, hoisting herself up, staggering slightly. Dave supported her and she slid onto the slab of metal. The doctor pulled out a syringe filled with a green liquid.
"What's that?" Scarlett asked, a note of panic in her voice.
"Anesthetic," the doctor replied. "You don't want to be conscious for this. Even if I knock you out completely it'll still be a difficult job."
"If you do anything to harm me..." Scarlett hissed.
"He'll kill me," the doctor said in a calmer voice. "I've got it, Bonnie. I know my options here. I'd prefer to live."
"You're a smart woman," Scarlett smirked, pulling back her sleeve. The doctor pressed the syringe into her arm and Scarlett closed her eye.
"You might want to leave the room for this," the doctor told Dave.
"Why?" Dave asked. "How do I know you won't kill her?"
"Well, unless you like seeing people's empty eye sockets and watching them convulse and possibly scream."
Dave giggled at this, holding a hand to his mouth. The doctor's stomach turned and she didn't know how to respond.
"O-Okay..." She started unwrapping the bandage around Scarlett's eye. "I'd recommend you leave. You're making me anxious."
"If you hurt her, I kill you," Dave warned again.
"I've got it," the doctor sighed. "You...really don't have to keep repeating that."
Dave grimaced and left the room. As he neared the exit, he heard the doctor address Scarlett.
"I must warn you, even under anesthesia, this operation will...not be pleasant."
The last thing he heard before the door closed was the sound of Scarlett screaming.
However Alejandro had managed to plant a chip into Moreau's head, at any rate it wasn't coming out.
Another week had passed since they'd successfully and with minimal casualties managed to rescue both Max and Moreau from the clutches of the enemy. The whole time, Moreau had been kept sedated due to the chip's reliance on brainwaves. Their sole surgeon had figured out how to numb the transmission, and it helped that they were now under multiple layers of lead. Alejandro would not be able to hone in on their signal or activate the bomb, but there was no way they could get it out.
The rest had recuperated to varying degrees of success. They didn't have near the amount of medical equipment that Alejandro and Heather now possessed. Sky, Evil One, and Shawn had received minimal wounds but Max's beatings and weakened state had been hard to cure. He'd vomited up all food given to him. Shawn had reluctantly offered baby food, which they'd ended up having to force feed him.
Jasmine had failed in her mission to capture Heather, but had remained close to her location in an attempt to keep an eye on her and any transmissions coming in and out. Noah wanted to send more forces to extract her but they were currently hard pressed. They were concerned that there was the possibility they were being watched. Shawn and Jasmine's bunker had two entrances: the main one and a secret tunnel that that opened up in a former neighbor's basement about a block away. Handy if they needed an escape route and were pinned down, but ultimately not currently in use.
Max, Sky, and Evil One sat in uncomfortable silence outside of the operating room. While the latter two appeared to be somewhat relaxed, Max kept fidgeting. A television screen showing Alejandro blared throughout the room. He'd taken full advantage of Moreau's absence to move him and Heather into the public eye as leaders. Max had once again been villified, this time as the leader of his own resistance working to bring down everything Moreau had tried to build.
With a sigh, Evil One turned off the screen, and the only sound was of the low hum of the air conditioning unit. That was a nice and appreciated touch about now.
"So today's the day?" Max asked anxiously, wringing his hands nervously.
Sky nodded grimly. "Yup. They're gonna finally let Moreau wake up."
"I don't..." Max continued wringing his hands. "I don't know what I'll say when he wakes up."
"If you're feeling guilty, don't," Sky said simply. "I don't like either of you, and can't decide which one I like less. But you're gonna have to work together."
"I mean, we've been doing a pretty good job so far," Evil One said. "Without you guys in the mix. Sky and I have been pretty good working together. We've got a lot of former fighters from both the Resistance and Max's forces. I think it's possible."
"If they can tame their egos..." Sky muttered.
"My ego has been destroyed," Max said simply, and Sky cringed slightly.
"Sorry...force of habit. I guess everything you've been through would destroy your ego, huh. Is it weird that I'm wishing Moreau will be the same?"
"I think we're about to find out," Evil One said softly, pointing inside. The screen showed Moreau's heartbeat begin to increase as the sole two doctors leaned over him, steadying him.
Max continued to look terrified out of his wits as Evil One sat back and seemed to just be trying to observe. Sky seemed calm but he noticed that her fingers curled and her body visibly tensed.
Noah walked into the room, hands in his pockets as he looked around, nodding affirmatively. "We should let Moreau have some time to get readjusted. The process could take anywhere from half an hour to a few days. He's been under a long time and we can't expect him to-"
The sound of yelling from inside the room, and Moreau shoving people aside. The door opened and the revolutionary strode through, a panic and a somewhat deranged look in his eyes.
"I know you all pretty much hate me but that isn't important right now," he said, not looking at anyone in the room as he walked through, examining the walls around him. "We've gotta move. If I've been under for a week then that means Al will be coming for me," he said, panicking and nearly hyperventilating. "He can track where I am and that fucking doctor didn't even get the chip out of my head?"
"I already told you you're fine!" the doctor called from in the sick bay. "We dampened the signal, and the lead above us completely depleted it."
Moreau glanced around furtively before attempting to walk through. Noah barred his way. "Whoa buddy, just take it easy. It'll be fine. I haven't seen anyone else react to waking up like this. You're a pretty high strung dude, huh?"
Moreau sighed and started taking deeper breaths, running his hands through his hair. "Sorry, sorry, just...oddly emotional for some reason," he said, voice cracking slightly. He glanced around the room, from Max to Sky to Evil One. He sighed and shook his head before sitting down.
"Okay. I'm calmer now. I think I'm good." He leaned back. "If I end up doing anything like that again, I apologize."
"Let's go to the meeting room, get you up to speed," Noah said. It was silent in the room as they all sat there awkwardly. "Uh...someone else was supposed to respond to that."
"I'm sorry," Sky tapped her toe to the ground as she glanced furtively from Max to Moreau. "This is just...very uncomfortable for me."
"How do you think this is for me?" Moreau laughed slightly. "The bullet wound you gave me still hurts sometimes."
Sky put a hand to her stomach and grimaced. "You deserved it."
Moreau's face darkened. "Just trying to lighten the mood..." He folded his arms. "Guess I shouldn't have. Sorry."
"If you haven't noticed, everything's kind of gone to shit," Max said, a trace of his once-apparent haughtiness entering his voice. "I wouldn't be trying to crack jokes."
"Funny, coming from you," Moreau growled. "From all the laughing you did as a ruler, I suppose you found the countless deaths of billions to be pretty funny, huh?"
Max balled his fists. Evil One's eyes widened and he stood up. "Okay everyone, just...calm down. We can't afford to fight right now."
"Why not?" Max asked, rising to his feet as well. "He seems to want to. Oh, remember that time I showed actual emotion and regret, and you bombed the square I was talking to?"
"That's besides the point," Moreau grit his teeth as he rose to his feet, at least a full foot taller than his rival. Evil One attempted to get between them, only to be roughly shoved out of the way. Noah looked completely unimpressed while Sky continued to clutch at her stomach.
"Are you kidding?" Max asked. "You're not taking responsibility! Even AFTER all this?"
"Listen, guys, this is what Al and Heather want," Evil One began. "We shouldn't let them-"
"We shouldn't let them tear us apart?" Moreau interrupted sardonically. "That implies we were together in the first place. I've hated Max for years. Yes, I'm aware that it's hardly the most productive thing to do right now but I can't just get over it like that!"
"Why not?" Sky asked, speaking up for the first time. "I've been working with this guy-" She pointed a finger at Evil One, who waved in acknowledgement "-for two weeks now. And he was one of Max's closest enforcers. Moreau, with all due respect...if I can do it why can't you?"
"How much have you lost because of this buffoon, Sky?" Moreau asked, voice surprisingly soft.
"My sister, for one," Sky replied matter of factly. "But I'm sure you've broken families too. Sometimes..." She shot a glance to Noah, then to Evil One. "Sometimes you've just gotta let go. Be more impartial."
"See? She gets it." Max gestured to Sky angrily before turning back to Moreau. "You need to get over yourself!"
"I don't recall asking your opinion," Moreau literally looked down at him. "And I was considering what she was saying until you interrupted. Your nasally voice really makes me want to punch you."
"Okay, that's IT!" Noah slammed his hands to the wall, completely and totally furious. "THE NEXT PERSON WHO ARGUES IS GOING TO GET LOCKED OUT OF THE COMPOUND, CLEAR?"
"The question is if you can afford to do that," Moreau said, albeit in a calmer voice. "If you put me out there it could enable Alejandro to pick up our trail."
"I'll put you back under, then," Noah got up in the revolutionary's face. "I understand you've been through shit but you just came out of stasis like ten minutes ago and you've already raised tensions so high I'm considering it might be easier to just SHOOT you."
"I'd like to see you try," Moreau said lowly.
"Please, just shoot him," Max groaned. "If he's going to be a little bitch it'll be worth it."
"We'd be helping Alejandro," Evil One pointed out. "His whole narrative hinges on Moreau being dead. If we could put out a transmission with both Max and Moreau at the helm, we could expose their lies to everyone."
"Which was going to be the PLAN," Noah yelled. "Tell you what? I'm just gonna isolate you. I don't even know why I thought this was a good idea. Open discourse only works for the mature, apparently."
"Well, we tried," Sky sighed, and Evil One shrugged in response.
"Weird how our bosses have a harder time with this than us," Evil One muttered.
Moreau sighed, clasping his hands to his head as he calmed down once more. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm in the wrong again. Per usual. Stupid me, believing I could change the world...just another fucking puppet. Just like you."
It was quiet for a few moments as Max looked guilty. Finally, he sighed and spoke up.
"Moreau..." Max sighed. "You came to me in that cell a few weeks back and I thought we could at least understand each other."
"Somewhat," Moreau spit out. "Maybe I'm just panicking right now from just getting out of stasis. I don't fucking know. Guess I just made everything worse, huh."
"You basically spilled your guts to me," Max said. "Maybe you just need some time."
"Probably," Moreau gulped, subconsciously touching his disfigurement on his face. "I...I'm not in the best shape right now."
"I lost my closest friend," Max said sadly. "I don't know who you've lost but I am so so sorry..."
"We were both just puppets..." Moreau shook his head, eyes staring blankly ahead in shock. "Everything we thought we'd done, was just for them." He turned to Sky. "I'm so so sorry for everything I've done. And I don't expect you to forgive me."
"Don't feel bad if I don't forgive you then," Sky said. "But I'm willing to work with you."
Max sighed. "Do you think you could work with us, then? It looks like we're all ready. Are you?"
Moreau gulped and nodded, looking like he was trying not to cry. "I...I think I am. I mean, the forces that rescued us both were a mix of your soldiers and mine. And if my troops are willing to work together with our former enemies..." He looked from Noah, to Sky, to Evil One. "I guess I should follow their example."
With that, Moreau extended his hand for Max to shake.
Max accepted. He was surprised at the bigger man's stronger grip, but not that surprised. They let go and Evil One smiled softly.
"Alright, are we good?" Noah asked. Moreau and Max shrugged at each other before nodding. "Good. Now all we have to do is get Jasmine out of Heather's reach."
"Is that my cue?" Shawn knocked on the door before coming in. "Yeah, I've got some news about that. I kinda overheard what you guys were talking about and thought it best to stay out of it." He tapped his forehead with a smirk. "Survival instincts, yanno. Don't want to get my head bit off."
"What's the news?" Noah asked anxiously.
Shawn scrunched his eyebrows as he put his hand to his chin. "Well..."
"Shit shit shit..."
Gunfire followed Jasmine as she ducked for cover, only a few soldiers left with her. Heather was supposed to have been an easy target with Max's execution drawing most of the attention. She hadn't expected for them to be completely ready for her forces, or for them to figure out how to trail her out of Paris. Shawn and Noah had reassured her that help was coming but as they were still recovering from their own losses, it was hard pressed. Heather's soldiers (no drones, she preferred not to rely on them) had been chasing them across the desolate countryside for a week now, picking them off a few at a time as they continued fleeing, hoping for reinforcements that would never come.
The fact that they were still alive meant that Heather wanted at least some of them as prisoners. Likely the majority of her and Alejandro's forces were focused on quelling riots that had started around the world after Max's botched execution. Granted, the victims were usually suspected Max sympathizers but it would fall to them to maintain order. Jasmine honestly did not understand why anyone would want to rule the world. It seemed like a raw deal.
Jasmine and her remaining ten or so men took shelter in an old abandoned department store. They'd kept Heather's forces busy mostly through subterfuge, splitting up, and constantly being on the move. There wasn't much time for rest.
"Jasmine?" Shawn's voice came through her radio. "We've got some more soldiers headed your way. Just gotta hold out a little while longer, okay?"
"Thank you," Jasmine gasped. "We're out of food and we're running low on ammo, and there's only so much we can scavenge."
"Excellent. We picked up a transmission from them, by the way. They think they've won. Heather's coming to oversee your defeat."
"I thought she wasn't a combatant," Jasmine noted. "What the hell does she think she's doing?"
"If you were to negotiate surrender with her she'd prefer to be there in the flesh. Or maybe she'll just project herself there. Either way we've got a golden opportunity. We've still got some drones left over from Scarlett, after all..."
"If she's arrogant enough to come in person we might actually have a chance to pull this off," Jasmine said in wonder. "Finally we'll get some payoff..."
"Don't get cocky. Be safe, and see you soon. Love ya."
"You too," Jasmine smiled, and shut off the radio. She turned to her remaining men. "Alright, we're going to be surrendering. Shawn's troops know where we are. Heather might be coming herself to negotiate. Even if she isn't here herself Shawn has a plan."
The soldiers nodded and murmured their agreement, and Jasmine smirked. "Alright, let's get this started."
Jasmine pulled out a flare gun, and fired a white flare into the sky. The gunfire from outside stopped. Jasmine slowly rose her hands in the air and walked outside the building, her remaining troops following her lead. Acutely aware of all the guns pointed at her head, Jasmine called out to them.
"We give up!" she called. One of the enemy soldiers pressed a button and suddenly a screeching noise filled Jasmine and the other soldiers' ears.
"I see you've decided to listen to reason," Heather said smugly, her voice the only thing they could hear. Jasmine grimaced as the enemy soldiers patted her down and handcuffed her and the rest of her men. Guess they weren't that lucky. "We have some questions for you."
"Shouldn't you take us in first?" Jasmine asked. "It's a little awkward like this."
"Fair enough. But I know you and Shawn are housing both Max and Moreau, and I want to know where they are NOW. So I'll give you one chance. Every time you don't tell me when I ask, one of your men gets shot."
"Right now?" Jasmine asked. "Well if you're certain. I guess you ARE in a bit of a hurry."
"Ten seconds to talk." The soldier next to Jasmine blanched as the enemy's pistol pressed into his temple. "Then he dies."
Jasmine bit her lip, hesitating. "Tell you what...I'm tired and hungry, can we postpone this? I don't want-"
The shot was fired and blood sprayed as the soldier dropped to the ground. Jasmine looked on in horror before shaking her head sadly. "You didn't have to do that..."
"You're right," Heather said. "I didn't."
"You pathetic coward," Jasmine sneered. "You can't even be here yourself, can you. You have to rely on other people to pull the trigger."
"Talk more and I kill another one," Heather said, although there was a noticeable shift to her voice. Jasmine could tell that she was trying too hard to remain intimidating. The slight voice crack gave her away.
Jasmine looked up to see Shawn's reinforcements materialize in midair. "I think we're good here."
The helicopter's gun fired, and with remarkable precision Heather's soldiers began hitting the ground.
Quickly, Jasmine kicked the soldier next to her and strangled him with her handcuffs, before taking the key and unlocking it. The helicopter fired minimally, its accurate aim enhanced by state of the art technology. Her remaining soldiers fought back and quickly Heather's forces were either subdued or killed.
"WHAT-" Heather's voice cut out from the radio, and Jasmine smirked in satisfaction as the helicopter touched down next to them.
Jasmine helped her remaining soldiers enter the craft, smirking to herself. "Shawn? Thank you."
"No problem."
"No no no no no..."
Heather ran around her frankly luxurious penthouse apartment, trying to regain her feed. "This can't be happening...we ALMOST had them! What the hell..."
She continued pacing, glancing nervously out the window. She generally preferred to direct troops from the safety of her own penthouse as opposed to a military facility. Top of the line defense would ensure that any enemy soldiers or planes would be shot down before even getting near her. She was safe, but Alejandro wouldn't be happy with her. No, she had to do this. She had to do it right.
"Send more troops to their location!" she yelled, voice cracking. She continued to pace the span of the room. "We can't afford to lose them!"
"Sir, they're escaping! We can't track them!"
"Find a way!" Heather yelled. "We CAN'T lose them! If none of you at least get a scrap of information-"
Suddenly, she raised a hand to her eyes as something rose up in front of her window, light streaming in and blinding her. The sound of gunfire around her and glass shattering, and she screamed, taking cover and curling up, taking up as little space as possible. As she dared look up, she saw what appeared to be several of her own drones entering the room, guns in hand. She screamed in terror, tripping backwards and falling on her ass as the drones turned towards her, guns aimed at her.
One of the drones's screens turned on, revealing a smirking Shawn. "You missed a spot check. Guess you and your boyfriend assumed that we used up all our drones last week, huh?"
Trembling, Heather raised her hands in surrender. Shawn shook his head, clearly enjoying himself. "You're coming with us now. It's about time you people got some karma."
"I-It won't work," she protested weakly. "Alejandro will find you and he will burn you."
She let out a sound almost similar to a squeak as the drone moved forward.
Shawn laughed as the helicopter dropped down outside the window, ready to take her in.
"Oh, believe me. We're planning on it. The game's changing, Heather. And it's about FUCKING TIME that it changes in OUR favor. So have fun, and welcome aboard!"
Can you believe that we're almost 100,000 words into this story? It's unbelievable, frankly. Anyways it's looking like it's gonna be a ten chapter act, sorry to disappoint any of ya who might be expecting more. It's a case of either having too much happen in a shorter time or not enough happen in a longer, and in this case it'll serve the story better to have it be shorter. That being said, we're STILL only halfway through the act and the next five chapters are gonna be fun as hell.
So enjoy, and be sure to leave a review! Have a good day.