If you wondered where I went, I had my final Uni exams so I kinda had to put my effort into them. But now I am back, so normal service can resume!

"The bridge is set" Cable said to Masek as he joined the rest of the group. "Let's go toast some bad guys."
"Remember you're still wearing that suit" Masked said back. "First thing we do once we're back at HQ is pick up some weapons from the store room. Then we go hunting."
"That's if there is anybody actually still there" Scarlett said.
"We have to assume they are still there. We can't take any chances."
Despite the conversation, Masek had been mentally counting down in his head. Once he reached 15, he and everyone else zapped out of the atmosphere. An instant later, they were all back at HQ.
"I will never get used to that" Cable said, hastily stepping out of his suit. Masek followed.
"Oh come on" Jenna replied. "Teleportation is fun!"
"Only you will ever find that fun darling."
"Coast is clear" Scarlett interrupted. She still had her sniper rifle, which was their best form of defence at the present time.
"Nothing seems out of place" Masek said, looking around. "Let's head to the weapon store and arm up. Scarlett cover us. Everybody on red alert."

The first protocol of HQ being under attack was for the 4 strong team to split up. Whilst you would like strength in numbers, splitting up allowed more area to be covered quicker, so that they could catch whoever was behind this, if they were still there. Masek had taken the East section of the building, which was largely inhabited by endless corridors and empty rooms, useful for if they ever had an expansion, but not right at the moment. It gave potential for someone to hide, however. But if they were searching for something, why would they hide in an empty conference room? As Masek walked along the corridor, it gave him more time to think about who 'they' actually were. Artemis had known what he was thinking. Somebody who knew where HQ was and had reason to want to take something from them. But the only person who fit that description was supposedly dead, having been shot in the chest at point blank range before being thrown off a 20 story building into a river below. Masek would know, being the person who did both the shooting and the pushing. The problem was, even if that person had risen from the dead to take revenge against the Fairy Recovery Unit, Masek didn't actually know what they were after. For now though, finding the person or people responsible was the only thing he cared about. Why they were doing it could wait until later. All of this thinking wasn't helping him, he realised as he cleared out the final one of the empty rooms. It was occupying his mind. That didn't change the fact that his area was empty, and he needed to call it in.
"East section is clear" He said into his radio. "I'm going to move into the North section and help Jenna out."
But when he released the button to hear a reply, all he found was ear piercing static.
"Do you copy?" He asked, trying to get through again. "Anybody, do you copy me?"
And then came the gunshots. 3 of them, a burst of fire. Then another 3, grouped together. Masek began running towards the sounds, not knowing how many of there were. They were definitely coming from the North sector, so if they were firing, they were probably firing at Jenna. He had to get there fast. Holding his gun in one hand, he began sprinting back down the corridors, hoping to get there as quickly as possible. The North section was mainly storage room, and if someone wanted something from HQ, they would probably be able to find it there.
"Anyone?!" Masek shouted as he went through the perimeter. He slowed down, realising that shouting probably wasn't his best option if other people were there. He began to creep around, taking each corner steadily. It was still so quiet, but how? Surely with people, with the gunfire...? Soon Masek had walked all the way through the sector, twisting and turning through the passageways. Nothing. Once he had reached the very end of the sector, Masek found himself in a place known as the 'Artefact Room'. In essence, it was a room where they stored all fairy objects they recovered on missions, and in due time they could be returned to their rightful owners. Half the time they just gave it back to the LEP and let them deal with it. The LEP may have been experiencing problems, but Masek and the team were not their babysitters. Masek took a deep breath, then turned into the doorway.

This room was different.

Somebody had been in the Artefact Room, that much was clear. Boxes had been emptied and draws tossed. Everything was unlocked, most by force, and the contents scattered and shattered across the floor. It was an absolute mess, but it was not a consistent mess. There was one corner where things were calmer, with just the one box hanging out. Masek recognised that box. Though he hadn't had much time to study it, box 1131 had contained an artefact known only as 'The Obelisk'. He didn't know what it did, but the LEP had been antsy about getting it back. If he was correct, it was now gone.
"Fancy seeing you here" A voice said, quietly, but loud enough for Masek to hear it. It was a voice that he recognised. That settled it then.
"Maxwell" Masek said in a low, gravelly tone. He went to turn around, but stopped when he felt a gun pressed into his back.
"Please Jim, do you have to call me by my surname? I mean I know you like yours, but really, Corey is fine."
"What are you doing here?" Masek asked. "Whatever you're looking for, you won't find it."
"Oh I already found what I'm looking for, because I was looking for you. You didn't think all of this was me, did you? I'm not the only person here. I hate mess. No, I was looking for you this entire time. Would have been nice of you to stay inside the East section, where you were supposed to be, but I suppose the sound of gunfire naturally draws you out. Anyway, we're together now, so let's have a little chat."
"It would be nice if you weren't holding a gun to me" Masek replied.
"True, but I can't take any chances. I'm afraid the gun stays."
"Where's Wyatt?"
That question seemed to rattle Maxwell. The gun slipped down Masek's back slightly, and he could hear Maxwell shift his feet.
"Wyatt Munroe is dead. You killed him, remember?"
"The fact you're here would suggest otherwise. Wyatt was a member of our team, you were not. Only he would know how to get into this building."
"Granted, that's a good point. We'll just have to agree to disagree. Anyway, I can't stay, though it really was nice to talk to you again."
"Wasn't much of a conversation" Masek said. "You barely spoke."
"You said a lot though" Maxwell replied. "Even if you didn't realise it."
There was a pressure release as the imprint of the gun disappeared from Masek's back. He turned around instantly, his own gun already out infront of him, but there was nobody there. The room was devoid of life except from himself.

And, as Jim Masek scanned the area, the little voice in the back of his head made him wonder if there was ever anybody actually there at all.

And so we start to see, that everything is not as it seems. But who are Wyatt Munroe and Corey Maxwell, and what do they want? That is the question that has to be solved...