Fro Ninja; Damn, of all things to be late for...this is the one.
"Jester jumps in through the window dodging bullets while holding onto a very expensive tequila, and lands perfectly on the couch."
Jester; I'm here!
Fro Ninja; So you are. In usual fashion. You got the stuff though?
Jester; Don't I always? Oh yeah, are you doing the thing?
Fro Ninja;Yep. As what I've been looking forward to for a few weeks now. For better or for worse.
Jester;Don't be like that dude! Like the blitzkrieg tactics, it can only get better than this!
Fro Ninja; Yeah. Totally gonna ignore that entirely, let me just read the comments
The Book; Thanks for checking in as usual my friend. We'll try to fit in more of those kinds of moments in order to better expand the characters more. Glad to see you liked that little number.
NeonPartyDude; It's all good in the hood baby. Haha. No seriously dude, thanks for checking in. As for the guy that you saw in the chapter before the last one, all I can say is that you'll have to wait and see.
Alright, without further ado, let's get started!
Third person's View
A few days later
Things are going well in the neighboring city to Happy Garland, at least that's how it looked on the surface, amongst the ignorant smiling faces. As the city officials try to contain and reassemble any more of the cities 'problems', The Company has been trying to find any more leads regarding the recent attack, but so far things have become worse than they wanted too. In order to get more information having to do with The Forsaken, Boss and Ellen have agreed to the use of heavy torture methods on their two detained enemies, the two young Pure-types, Kaos and Zana. While the capture of such powerful beings truly is rare in this line of work, this would only be noticed as the easy part. The hard part would be what to do with the detainees.
As the Blades have held up as part of their laws, once a Cryptic-type has been captured and detained, they are then given two choices, to serve them and use their powers as they see fit; being for the good of others and not just themselves, or to be further detained without any hope of release. While it does sound like a cruel and unjust consequence, it is actually a blessing for both them and the people that lie on the outside. If they can't even hurt themselves, they can't hurt others. The Blades do not believe in executing prisoners, as they exist keep Cryptic-types from destroying others and themselves. They believe that any life can be redeemable, even one that has caused mayhem and death. Which many, including a few of the Blades themselves, view as a weakness that has plagued them, and will continue to plague them.
Furball and Tessera walk out of the questioning room the Company has given to them for their interrogation sessions. They were both advised to keep both of the prisoners in seperate rooms in order to lessen the odds of them conspiring a chance of a breakout, from the inside or outside. They began to walk down the corridor of the detention center. Tessera punched the steel wall next to her in rage, leaving a large dent in it that almost looked a dug out hole.
"Damn those little bitches! They just won't talk! I'm starting to wonder if we'll even get anywhere by keeping them alive!"
"I understand your frustration, but you have to remember who we're dealing with here. While they may be young, their abilities are clearly potent enough to resist such torture methods." Furball said calmly while placing his hands on her trembling fist.
"We should know as well as them that there is a limit to how much a body with their type of genes can take from torture. We tested them ourselves. Those little brats have to crack soon, I know it."
"And if they don't?"
"Then it's obvious we'll-"
"It's obvious you'll do what?"
They both turned their heads to see Ellen looking over them with a smiling face, although she gave no hints to her presence. Tessera had slightly flinched while Furball remained calm, as he had already sensed her presence for a while now.
"First! I didn't know you were there!"
"All evidence to obvious Tessera. May I ask how our prisoners are adjusting?" Ellen asked.
Furball came forth and answered.
"No new changes so far ma'am. Even after our...various methods of trying to extract information."The various methods included Tessera going straight to fists and physical methods, while Furball had tried a mix of calming words and various drug hallucinogens to illicit a psychological response. But even after those methods and prolonged periods of little water or food, the two cat members of the Trexwell group have done nothing but smirk and laugh all the way through. "We also had some particulars with the oldest one, Zana. Those reports about her regenative abilities are true. They're abnormal, even for a normal Pure-type."
"Yeah! That little bitch was shrugging off my hits like it was nothing! Hmm...maybe a good ol' steel chair to the noggin would do the trick for her. You know, just to get even!"
"You will do no such thing." Ellen commanded.
"Are you kidding me? This is the little cunt that-"
"I am well aware of the young lady did Tessera, but we are seeking information for the activity of an organization that has eluded us for too long. And these two are our only leads on a very, very thin rope that we're walking on. The mission must always come before feelings, as I'm sure you already know."
Tessera bit her lip and managed to calm down from her anger. She then sighed.
"Yes, First. Forgive my outburst."
Furball then doted upon the psyche reports of the recent session, as he began to flip through the pages.
"Still, I have to say. It's almost haunting to see someone, anyone shrug off physical harm and still be able to tolerate more pain. At this rate, conventional methods won't cut it. We need a new approach."
Boss then walked out behind Ellen. She then snatched the report from out of Furball's hands and then sighed in frustration.
"Well, why not? We've tried everything else against the little cunts. A new alternative wouldn't hurt the situation anymore than it has."
"But Boss, even if we do come up with up some, groundbreaking method to make them crack, what's the gurantee that it'll work? We've tried every method in the book, and even THAT shit didn't work. We would be splittiing out heads open for nothing in that case. Face it, this is a brick wall situation either way we look at it." Tessera responded. The hallway then grew quiet as everyone had pondered to their own thoughts on the matter. All except the First Blade Ellen, who was focused on another matter entirely.
Boss let out a sigh as she ruffled through her hair.
"Well, I'm fresh out of ideas on how to handle the whole situation. Ellen, I'll let your people take it from here."
"Where are you going?"
"My meeting with the General of Home and State got moved up to today, and I only have about a half an hour to get to the appointed meeting place and discuss forthcomings about the security measurements were taking for the people that were relocated from the attack. Paperwork awaits yours truly with a cigarette in hand and silk white sheets, as does hours of lectures from raggedy old left hand geezers. So if you'll excuse me..."
As Boss was about to walk away, Ellen stood in her path.
"Boss. What about the matter of the tunnel investigation? Have your scouts been able to find out anything new?"
"We're working on it." Boss said calmly as she tried to pass by Ellen, who still stood in her way.
"You don't have to lie to me. Your people are in a bind as much as we are."
"Oh? What makes you think I'm lying about something so vital? Something that decides the lives of oh, I dunno, maybe the lives of hundreds of thousands of ignorant Americans citizens?"
Because everyone is still trying to piece together what even lead to the events two weeks ago. So far, nothing has come to light even after we located the end of the tunnel used by those creatures. It's okay if you don't know anything, after all information gathering can only go so far, but you've know me long enough that I can tell when someone is lying. So please, spare yourself the trouble dear, and tell us the truth."
Boss chuckled to herself, and stepped in Ellen's personal space. In that moment, the tension rose about a good hundred thousand meters as they both stared each other down. Both Furball and Tessera watched in anticipation, almost as if time had just stopped for this particular moment.
"If I could tell you the truth, I would, but that's neither here nor there at the moment. And of course I know about your whole lie detector thing. It's a Wolf Tribe ability isn't it? I'll have you know that it's nothing but cold reading. It's an interrogation technique, and an easy one if you know what to look for in a person's body. So now that I've trumped your way of extracting info from me, perhaps you can take my word for it."
"Really? If that's the case, than perhaps you can enlighten me on WHAT you at this moment. I think we can compare notes if you'll have it. That's usually what the smart kids do at study sessions after all."
"Always the empiricist aren't you Ellen?" The tension then found itself eased, and the mood returned to normal as they both back off of eachother. "Fine then. I have about five minutes that I can kill before this boring ass meeting, so I'll spend them enlightening you."
And so Boss had told them everything that had been gathered thus far over the past few days of the investigation. According to reports made by forensic officers that were there in the tunnel, Trexwell had used cargo platinum containers to transport the creatures and let them loose to make their way into the city. Although it's not clear how exactly they were able to smuggle such a large amount into the city in just a week, many have stated that various tunnels that were dug around the tristate area, and as a result, smooth passage was given on the eastern region. Clearly, there was not a lot to go on from these reports, but it was clear that something else was at work here.
"And there you have it."
"So there's really nothing worth noting at the moment? What about border patrol? Coast Guard intel? There's no way they could have brought about such a big package without any government official knowing without a good search of the contents." Furball asked.
"Searches were done as far the questioning went for those kinds of people. They have the most high tech scanners in the world that can look into any package no matter how much filling there is between the content."
"Now that you mention it, I heard that those creatures have some sort of statis field surrounding them that prevents them from showing up on any readable radar or scanner that detects to the lowest microwave. Maybe that had something to do with it." Tessera added.
"Possibly, but another question I have is-"All of a sudden, a vibrating sound could be heard coming from Boss's pants pocket. She took out flip phone and checked the screen, and sighed. "And who doth the bell toll for? I gotta get going now before these old cats send a battalion after me. We'll talk later kiddies." Boss walked over to the door and signaled her agents for them to follow her back upstairs. "Oh, and Ellen, be sure keep me in the loop. I'll need every crumb I can to explain half the shit that's happened to the press. Oh, and remember to visit the Valentine's mother too. Apparently, she said she had someone to introduce you to." Ellen nodded as the Boss takes her leave. Ellen turns back to Furball and Tessera.
"So now what?" Tessera asked.
"The best we can hope for now is that Jackie managed to contact someone to give us intel from overseas seeing as how that was only place it could possibly come from. Domestic smuggling isn't the Forsaken's preference when it comes to assault. But even though Trexwell is under wraps, there is no doubt in my mind that they mean to send even more soon."
Tessera then started to hold in laugh by holding in her mouth.
"Really?" Furball shook his head.
"I'm...sorry...it's just...Jackie...that's a girls name!"
"Tessera..." Ellen raised an eyebrow at her, and she quickly snapped out of her laughing fit.
"Uhhh...sorry! *clears throat* I mean, that's true. They were a nasty bunch, especially Swan sitting in there with her friend. If we're having this much trouble figuring out the motive of just one of their smaller groups, we need to do something fast before shit hits the-" Tessera ears perk up as her phones vibrates and plays the latest song about hot short shorts from her back pocket. Both Ellen and Furball stare in amazement. "What? I really like the bass line." She then answered her phone. "Yo! Goodburger! Got anything new for us? You got something new for us right? PLEASE tell me you have something new for us!" Osgood shook his head and pinches his eyes together annoying nickname.
"First off, don't...call me that shit, and second, from what I've gotten from our contacts, The Forsaken haven't been as active as of 've mainly been focusing elsewhere on a number of locations in Europe."
"So that means!"
" Yeah, it just as the First predicted, they're most likely not coming to retrieve there captured prisoners. They probably view them as loose ends if anything. They've practically disappeared from the states as far as we know. The best intel that our contacts are giving me is that they're still piecing things together."
Tessera's eyebrow twitched in frustration.
"Is piecing together information becoming a shit fad or something? Why doesn't anyone around here have something solid to go on?"
"Well, as far as digging for something, everything is pointing towards Europe, but nowhere in specific. It doesn't take genius to figure out that they're planning something, but what is the question."
"The First had stated that too. Anything else or is that all?"
"As far as I can tell, I still don't know if they still have an interest in Huey and the others. At this point, they probably don't see them as a threat currently, but I feel like something might happen soon. My gut is telling me you should keep an eye on them. Especially the wolf kid. No telling how long he's gonna be knocked out for."
"Noted. The First and Furball heard everything"Ellen looked to Furball and he nods walking off to make a call. "Thanks a bunch Goodburger see you when you come back."
"I told you not to fucking call me th-!"
Tessera hangs up the phone before he could finish.
Osgood's safehouse
Looking out from his spot near the destroyed city of Happy Garland he put his phone back in his bag. He had been using one of the last standing building's large antennas to send and receive secured intel from his contact. But not all of it is really of use.
"Well, I might as well start with this decryption...It's better than doing nothing..." He said to himself.
After about an hour of shifting through data, he took down the first ten lines of the code, out a hundred more.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me! Coding isn't exactly my specialty you know! It took me ten minutes just to clear one line!" Osgood began to pack up his gear, and then printed out the translated lines. Most of it was in a dead language that had long been forgotten. Osgood was skilled in linguistics, but even this out of his league, as he could only make out every fifth word."*sigh* Maybe I can get Furball to translate it for me or something. Damn it. I just HAD to drop out of college. Even though he couldn't decipher it all, there was one translated phrase that poked his interest.
'Seek the first one...'
"The first one? The first what exactly?"
Meanwhile, en route to the detention center
Riding in a mild red car, Red, Fisk, and surprisingly Huey, even though he's supposed to still be in the ICU. Earlier Karina threatened to force him back to bed after she dropped him from a portal a few stories in the air, but he assured her that he would be fine, and that he wouldn't push himself too hard.
"You know I'm still surprised you agreed to come kid. I never pegged you for the interrogative type." Red chided.
"I'm not, but there are some things that are still eating at me about everything else regarding this whole thing."
"You mean as far as the whole situation with those Trexwell girls?"
"That, and the fact that one of them knew me even before I lost my memory. Everytime I try to repair the damage myself, I feel like something keeps kicking me out."
"And so you think this girl, what was her name again?"
"Kaos Amucus. Age 17. Date of Birth: February 5th. Commander of the former group Trexwell, and apparently is the daughter to one of the higher ups of the Forsaken. She's had a hand in the killings of dozens of Non-types throughout Eastern Europe for the past four years, and has the reputation of being a prodigy in combat, tactics, and political guile. Unpredictable and peculiar. And Zana Abiel. Age 16. Date of Birth: September 21. Second in command of Trexwell, and half sister of Kaos. She was brought into the Forsaken after escaping a zoo for Non-type captives by making use of her enhanced abilities. Formidable and dangerous. " Huey said all of the back of his head, leaving both Fisk and Red impressed.
"I see you've done your homework. Not bad." Fisk chuckeled.
"What can I say? I'm a hard worker. Plus you guys should really upgrade your firewall."
"Okay then Mr. Honor Student. You'll be even more amazed to find out that the Blades haven't been able to get squat from those girls for a few days now, despite them performing every trick in the book to get them to squeal. How are you gonna do any different?"
"Apparently this Kaos knows who I was before I lost my memory, so I'm gonna use that to my advantage in order to get something out of her."
"Really? What if it doesn't work?"
"If I thought that, I wouldn't ask to come."
Detention Center-Observation room
Ellen turned to see Fisk, Red, and a still bandaged Huey walk into the observation room. Ellen walked over to him and gave him a concerned but upset glare.
"Why aren't you resting, young one?"
Huey rubs his head and grins.
"No rest for the weary and all that jazz. Besides, I'm fine!" Ellen reaches over and jabs Huey's left shoulder. "Mowww!" Huey tries to muffle his pain, but his foster mother sees through his charade.
"Sure you are. Your muscles still need time to repair themselves, and the bone in your arm is still sore. After that last fight, you shouldn't even be walking."
He grinned.
"But I am though!" He said confidently
Ellen sighed and smiled.
"So you are little one. Speaking of which, why are you here?"
Huey straightens himself up before talking, and looked at Ellen with piercing eyes.
"That Kaos girl. I want to speak with her."
Ellen threw on a stern expression as she stared back at him.
"And why would I do that?" She asked.
"Because, I think she knew who I was before I lost my memory. You saw the way she called out to me when her friend got super mudered. She even called out to me as if she was looking for me to be affectionate back at seeing her. That has to mean something!"
Ellen raised her eyebrow suspiciously.
"It sounds like you're grasping at straws here young one."
"It's the only lead I can get on that can take us somewhere. Besides, you guys are coming up short yourselves on this matter aren't you?"
"And what makes you think that?"
"Because, you wouldn't be questioning me on the values of my being here if you already had a lead. You're doing it find out what this might lead to and how it can bring about results to the interrogation."
Ellen giggled.
"I'm impressed you were able to deduce such a thing just by from getting a brief summary on a car ride over here. But you still aren't convincing me of anything you know."
"Look, all I want to do is help-"
Suddenly, a steady banging came from the interrogation room window. Looking through the two-way glass everyone saw the taller cat, Kaos, lifting her cuffed hands and hitting them against the chairs arms.
"Little Huey... I can smell you! Please! I need to see you! Please don't break my heart!"
Both Ellen and Huey looked at Kaos as she started to mumble to herself a few seconds later. Huey scratches his head in disbelief, while focuses on her with intense eyes, almost ready to place her hands on her blade. But she soon remembered where she was, and let go of her killing intent, which took much effort to hold back considering the trembling in her arm, and her balled up fist, gripped so tight it started to drip blood a little. Huey noticed this. He then stood in front of Ellen with assured eyes.
"I'm the only one who can do this. This could be our only chance to find out where the Forsaken are, what their plans are, and how we can stop them. Please. You have to trust me on this one Ellen."
She looked at him with doubtful eyes. Unsure of where or what this could possibly result in by the end. Even though it was indeed a risk, there were not that many options.
"Fine then. But just to be sure... Fisk, Red. Go in first, and try get under the girl's skin. You stay here and watch until I say so. Deal?" Huey nods as Fisk and Red slip into the interrogation room.
As they both walked in, both of the young Pure-types smirk, as they see the two Non-types enter the room. Eager and prone to pounce on supposed prey.
"Huey! I know you can hear me... Please!" Kaos then squints at Fisk and Red as they get closer. She then puts on a digusted face, as if just noticing something truly grotesque. "If you filthy plebians think you can stand between me and a fated reunion, I would surely like to fix that situation. Red stuff included."
"Really? That's big talk coming from the bitch in handcuffs. I'd really love to see you try and pull that shit with me." Red grinned as the cracking sound from her knuckles echoed through the room."I really would, Princess."
Kaos cackled.
"Princess?! Me?! How did you know of my reputation?! I assume you recognize your inferiority to me by saying such a thing."
"How's 'bout I recognize my foot up your ass, and see who'll be singing Princess Di then!"
Fisk placed his hand on her shoulder calmly.
"Red, although I completely condone the physical harm you could cause to our prisoner, that's not why we're here. Besides, that's not something you want to do with these kids. You gotta be more-"
She ignores his warning and proceeded anyway. Fisk shook his head in a disapointment Kaos glares at Red intensely as she stands her up by her arm. She then slams her foot into the floor, causing the chair next to her to lift off the ground all the way up to Red's eye level. Caught off guard by the sudden action, Red gets a headbutt in the center of her nose, knocking her back a couple of feet. Instictively, she puts her hand on her notice to find her hand smothered in blood, and looked back up to the prisoner to notice her smile. It didn't take long for her to completely snap at Kaos. Fisk, almost knowing it was going to happen, casually held her back by her arms.
"YOU FUCKING LITTLE HUSSIE! I'M GONNA KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS SO HARD YOU'LL BE SHITTING BOOT FOR A WEEK!" Red became hysterical as her partner held her back with a calm face.
"See what happens when you don't listen?" Fisk calmly said.
Kaos stood remarkably still as Red tried to grab at her with flailing arms and legs, and proceeded back to her corner next to her sister Zana, and sat back down.
"Bring my beloved Huey in here, or I will burn this place festering shit hole to the ground." Huey clearly taken back like everyone else. He definitely did not need to read her mind to know that she was not lying
Now more aware of what the prisoner is capable of, Ellen taps on the glass three times for Fisk to nod. He waits for Red to calm down, and lets her go. He then pulls a large caliber handgun and presses it to the cat's cheek.
"Listen. I'd rather not do this to pretty little missie such as yourself, but even I have my limits. One more move like that, and I get to vent your head. Maybe that'll help you talk, instead of trying to give partner a chance to do that."
Kaos begins to snicker once again .
"Do you honestly think you can kill me with that...*snicker* pea shooter."
"Maybe not, but your head is gonna be fucking sore tomorrow after I pump about five in the back of your forehead. Now, just tell us what your organization is planning, and we might just give you and your sister a comfy mattress to sleep on."
No matter how much he reiterates, Kaos just keeps snickering at the idea, while Zana stays in her corner, still quiet. She then stomps the ground, causing a substantial cracks that shift the floor in the room. Ellen grips Huey's shoulder tightly .
"OK then young one. Get in there, but let Fisk ask the questions. And I can't stress this enough, do not speak to either of them. Understand me?" Huey nods and taps the door before entering.
Kaos dreamingly puts on a huge smile and stands at attention as Huey walks in, completely ignoring the gun pointed at her head. He returns her smiled with a confused but calm expression.
"Finally! My beloved little Huey! Please take this chains off of me! I haven't seen you in so very long! Oh this is such a wonderous occasion! Truly one for the ages!"
Huey then gives an eye motion to Fisk and in a blink exchange, they both understood eachother. He then slides a chair to Huey who sits right next to the door.
"If you don't mind, I would like to get back to the interrogation."
Kaos sneered at Fisk with displeasure.
"Excuse me, you big grizzly furball! You are interrupting a pivotal moment in our relationship. If YOU don't mind, I would like to speak to my beloved!"
Red then steps up to Kaos, and presses her gun to her lips.
"Keep talking like that, and I'll have you speaking to God in a second, you clap having jezebel!" Not put off by the two guns pointed at her in the slightest, Kaos decided to bite Red's gun. She jerked back her gun hard, only to hear a click and a ping coming off her gun.
Catching wind of her intent, he shoves his gun against her throat, with Red's gun still gripped in her mouth. Fisk then notices one of the bullets from her gun is jammed in the receiver.
"Holy-"
"Shit! I thought that only happened on T.V.!" Fisk remarked.
Red then pulls her gun free from Kaos's mouth and begins to clear her gun in frustration. Fisk then got back on track with the interrogation.
"Why did you attack the city? What was the point of trying to capture Huey and his friends?"
Kaos simply giggled.
"Why spoil the fun of watching you all stumble all over the placing looking for the tiniest of clues. You filthy Non types think that simply because you're all over the place means you have control. You have nothing and will never have nothing."
"Stop talking in fucking riddles and tell us what's your bosses plan is!" Red commanded. Both of them had stayed silent. "Holy fucking shit, why did I think that would?" Red started to snarl and grind her teeth in frustration while Fisk simply sighed. In that silence, Huey stood up out of his chair and stood in front of Kaos and Zana with a serious expression. He then stared deeply into her eyes.
"Ahh, yes! It's that same gaze! The one I remember! Please tell me you remember me my dear Huey!"
"Sorry to disapoint you, but I don't remember much at the moment, much less a crazed fruit loop like yourself."
Kaos giggled.
"Such dastardly words! I would do anything for you to keep giving me them!"
"And a masochist at that? The psych therapy guy is probably getting drunk by now after having to deal with you." Huey sighed. "Now tell me, what are The Forsaken planning?"
She giggled again.
"Oh come now. Don't tell me you've forgotten something so vital my dear!"
"If it's so vital, then that's all the more reason for me to know about it."
"And it's all the more reason for me to stay quiet."
Huey snickered under his breath, as his reverse psychology game fell flat on its face. He then smiled as he tried a new approach.
"Alrighty. I wanna try something. Since you say you know me well, and care for me a lot." Huey then walked over to Fisk, whose gun was still fixed on Kaos and Zana. "Say, can I borrow that?"
Fisk raised his eyebrow in confusion.
"Kid, are you fucking crazy?"
"Just humor me will ya?"
Though Fisk was extremely hesitant to do so and he could hear the sound of Ellen scratching glass out of frustration, he decided to trust Huey after all this time. Just in case, he emptied the clip and handed the gun to him.
Huey then walked back over to the two prisoners, and then waved the gun at them. Kaos started to become a little stern with her mood.
"What are you about to do with that?" She asked cautiously.
Huey gripped the gun in his hand tightly and even inspected its craft.
"Ohh, don't you worry about that. Think of it as a...little experiment. Just to find out how deep this whole tragic lover act is going."
"It's not an act!" Kaos shouted out. "My feelings are genuine! Straight from the heart! I dreaded every single day I was seperate from you, and now...after all of this time...I finally get to see you again...Even after Father said it wasn't possible...So believe my words..."
"Is that so? Well then..." Everything in the room became quiet as Huey did the unthinkable. Putting the gun towards his head. "Then this should absolutely kill you inside then." Everyone looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Fisk cleared his throat.
"Umm, kid. You do know that gun is empty right? You saw me empty the clip right in front of you."
Huey grinned.
"Is that right?" Huey then took the calibur and aimed at the chair, and pulled the trigger. Suddenly, a large boom fired off from the gun and blew a chunk off the chair. Everyone watched in disbelief and shock.
"Holy shit! Fisk, that gun is loaded!" Red shouted out.
"That's impossible! I emptied the clip!"
Huey started to chuckle.
"Nope. You thought you emptied it. I messed around with your perception of thought, and made you think you emptied the clip, when really you just handed me the gun, full metal jacket and all. All you need to do is call me Pyle at this point."
"Kid! Gimme the gun!" Fisk demanded.
Suddenly a large bang could be heard on the other end of the glass. Ellen shook her head at Fisk. Signing him to trust Huey and his plan. As soon as he saw it, he backed off.
"Wait?! Are you serious?! What the hell are you doing Fisk?! Take the fucking gun away from him already!" Red screamed at him. Fisk simply ignored her, and allowed Huey to go about his business. He then cleared his throat.
"Now, where were we? Oh yeah, this thing." Huey then pointed the gun toward his head while looking at Kaos who was on the verge of tears."I belive I left off at killing your insides."
Kaos got down on her knees and began to grovel towards Huey.
"Please! D-don't do this! Anything but this! If you're trying to prove a point, please do anything but this! I'll tell you anything you want! Please just don't!"
"It's more than that now." Kaos looked confused. "I honestly want to point this at your dome instead, and blow your fucking brains out right now for killing the people I grown to care for, destroying the place I called home, crippling my friend, and killing my teacher. But in actuality, I think this is the quickest way to see you break sweetheart." Huey then locked his fingers on the trigger and slowly started to pull it down.
"NO! PLEASE!DON'T!" Kaos jumped up and tried to stop him. By the time she got close, he had already pulled the trigger. She unconcsiouly closed her eyes to not see the horror that was...Huey's face, still completely whole. She found this out a few seconds after slowly opening her eyes. "Wait...what? The gun...it was..." Kaos formed a confused look, as did everyone else.
"Loaded? Yeah, but with just one round. Remember that nice chair that I shot right there?Yeahhhh...I'm sure you can figure out the rest, can't you sweetie?"Suddenly, Kaos dropped to the floor. Tears began to flood from her eyes, and she took labored breaths every second. Huey then smiled. "Man, that felt good." He then walked over to Fisk, and handed him back his empty gun.
"Please tell me you did not have this planned from the get go." Fisk asked him.
"Maybe. Maybe not." Huey grinned.
Fisk sighed.
"Karina is right. You are different."
Huey ignored the comment and turned back around to a still sobbing Kaos. Red walked over, putting her gun back in her holster. She looked at the weakened Kaos. Compared to how she was earlier, this was a big change.
"Wow, you must have meant a lot to her to get her to break down this much. Don't you think you went a little too far there?"
"Got the job didn't it?"
"Yeah, but still-"
Both Fisk and Red looked at each other. Distraught over the growing nature of Huey. Even Ellen herself, behind the two way glass could sense a sinister aura teeming from of him. Although in an instant, it went away as she shook her head.
"Was it just my imagination?" She thought.
Huey grabbbed a tear drowned Kaos by the chin and smiled at her.
"Are you ready to talk now?"
Nine Nine Nine's View
I slide back and forth happy to listen to Fur-Carley's music. I like music soft skins never let me listen for too long. But now me with fur skin friends and they like hugs and playing. With the nice music picking up I start to bounce at the newest sound the music machine makes.
"Me like fur skin pop soda music!" Fur-Zeo takes away the music making plugs.
"OK Nine. No more bouncing and sliding. We don't need the neighbors below us complaining about the noise."
"Me like music machine! Makes me happy like candy and hugs!" I slide over to Fur-Mom she's sitting on large soft bed. Fur-Mom pats my head
"So, have you two thought of a name for him yet?"
"Totally! We're gonna call him...Zelig!"
"Me Zelig... ME ZELIG!" Fur-Mom yells something but me so happy. I bounce and jiggle once more and feel Fur-Zeo and Fur-Carley hug me. "ME ZELIG ME HAPPY!"
Nicosia's View
It was far too easy to sneak in dressed as one of their agents. These foolish humans have been collecting many odd and powerful objects, all in one location, but from the intel I'm scanning, they have several other branching locations scattered around the world. Although I'm still not clear where their main compound is still hidden. I still sitting in front of the archival computer, trying to bypass the firewall. The decryption of these flies is going slower then I originally thought. Seems humans have found another thing they prove useful for besides decent sex slaves. With the data transfer still going I react to the groan coming from under my foot. Pressing down I crack the neck of the human I am stepping on. So far I've only killed seven humans. Three in a hallway and the four in this data room. Looking down the list of SCP weapons I grow interested in a few names.
"The living gun, Dail-A-Dream... The living tattoo? These things seem to be a handful for these simple humans." II thought to myself.
Pulling the data drive free, I open my stomach pouch and place the drive inside. The doors open to show several agents point their weapons at me.
"Put your hands up and get on your knees now!" Smirking I kick a corpse into the agents and rush them. Morphing my hand into a sharpened spear to impale a woman through her skull. Brain matter and bits of bone splatter the agent closest to her. As she twitches I hold her body to absorb the bullets of her fellow agents. Throwing the body to the side, I morph my other hand into a two-sided axe. In a low swing, I cleave one in two only to have a human to tackle me. He fires three shots into my back causing me to spit a little blood.
"How dare you shoot me filthy slave!" Morphing my hair into knives I have them impale the human in several places along his torso. Pushing up he rolls off my body hitting the floor with a cracking and juicy thud. The last one wastes little seconds firing at me again.
Leaping into the air I morph my legs as I hang from the rooms light fixture, and whip both of them around the last agent's waist. I then squeeze her hard as she tries to aim, I jerk my legs causing a facture to three parts in her spine. Before she can cry out, I shove my foot into her mouth. Shoving with a little force, I get my whole foot down her throat to grip something soft. In a rough tug, I pull for a clutch of flesh and bone. As she coughs and chokes violently I drop back down.
Morphing my body again, the blood that once clung to me is gone. Stepping into the hall I avoid the bodies and look for the convey moving the SCP items that are still here. Getting into the parking garage I see the three heavy trucks about to leave.
Sliding along the beams above I morph into a bird and land softly of the trucks canvas top. Biting through I drop down and start to look over the first truck's cargo.
"Well you're nothing more then a little SMG, aren't you?"
Pulling the clip I see several teeth in the place of actual ammo. Placing it back into its case, I peek out the trucks back. Looking around I see we haven't left the bay yet. So with a well-placed move, I exit the truck and hide under the truck with the case.
As if just in time, several agents come to who appears be the commander of the convey.
"Sir! Several personnel were killed in data and memory storage room. Castle has informed us to move with what we have currently and for all security teams to contain the rouge SCP." The convey commander agreed and the trucks moved without delay. After a few minutes of riding I let go as the trucks made a turn, but not before placing a tracker on them.
Sliding to the side of the road I peek up seeing the convey growing smaller with distance. Rising to my feel I change forms. I feel like being male right now. Thinking over my random forms I chose a male fox brown red fur short tail mix. My tail having a nice tuff of white on its end.
In short pants and a short-sleeved shirt I start to walk with the case. After getting to the main road I prop up the case and rest a knee of it. Pulling my pants down I let my forms pump buns stick free. It's a nice cool evening so someone will pace by in no time. Creating a little sign it reads 'need a ride.' After twenty minutes in this pose someone pulls over. Looking into the small purple car a nice looking shark rolls down the window.
"Ass, gas, or grass?" He asked me.
"I don't have any money... so I guess ass." I give him a sly smirk and sit down in the passenger seat. With my ass to him he reaches over and rubs my left bun. Shark
"Yep! That some fine ass for sure." Placing the case in the cars backseat he drives on to a small road. The shark turns to me flashing his teeth and his eyes clearly showing his intent. Turning over to my side I left him feel up my ass a little more. Shark growls and slurps seductively. He's not bad looking either, but he doesn't really fill in all my preferences. "Yeah your going to get be a great one night fuck."
He shoves three fingers into my ass and I buck a little not ready to get an instant erection. Let alone waste a load of my fertile seed. "A quick shooter? Damn. This is going to be a rough one night stand for you. Hehehe" I hiss to him, and then turn and shove my foot into his head. Slamming him hard into his window. His head jerks an shakes for a moment for him then to slump forward. Pulling up my pants I drag him and leave him on the side of the road. But before I leave I stomp his penis a few times and piss on his face.
"Hmph, filth like you should never reproduce."
I then drive back to my hideout a few blocks from the hospital. Checking my hideout first for any intruders or disturbances I change my form to a black-coated panther. With a light green strips and a white underbelly. Taking out the data drive I start to upload the Intel. Soon a few deeps indicate that I'm getting a call from the Supreme Leader's aide.
"Good work Nicosia. The Supreme Leader will be pleased with this new information on one of our enemies."
"Has the Supreme Leader decided what to do about Kaos and Zana?" I asked.
"He has decided to allow them to figure out their own escape." I kind of figured that. What better test for the Supreme Leader's daughters, then to break out of a maximum security prison with Blades present. I'm lookign forward to the play by play on that one for sure. "You are to continue you watch over Normal-type Valentine and his family unit. The Supreme Leader wants to see if he can become an asset in the future. He also states that you are free to do whatever you wish do in your time in the states, so long as you don't encounter the PITT organization and the Blades. If you do so, you're on your own. And I doubt, even a low class such as yourself could handle them. The Living Gun as its called that you've retrieved will remain in your care until we can get a carrier to get it from you."
"I understand."
"The Supreme Leader is counting on the success of this mission. While it isn't a deciding factor in our cause, it is still vital. Failure is most certainly not an option. If so, prepare to face tremendous consequences." I swallowed my spit down my throat hard.
"...Understood. Nicosia, out."With the transmissions end I go over the camera's video of the window view of my target, and let out a sigh. No pressure or anything. I need to get a few cameras into the room to make sure I'm in the loop. Taking a bag of equipment I make my way to the side of the hospital. Taking a breath I morph nails and scale the hospitals siding. Getting to my targets room I make quick work of bugging and tapping the room.
While next to the bed I take a long close look at my targets face. His face is even a little bit more handsome up close. I'm more surprised he's lived this long without being used by someone. Most hybrids are used as breeding stubs. I wonder why no one has picked him up for so long? Seeing the exhalation and inhalation of his nostrils, it's clear he's having trouble breathing. Scuffing, I pinch and thumb a part of his nose to then see his breathing soften. I then take myself aback in surprise.
"Why did I do that?" I thought to myself. Refusing to answer, I headed back to my hideout I lied down and relax, thinking of what I else can do to pass the time. In America, the possibilities are endless.
Chapter 21 END.
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