Okay, here's the next part. I own the characters of Razor, Julian Pierce, Gladius, Katrina, and Leon. Not all of them are in this chapter though, but I'm just giving heads up for later.

Well, here it is.

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Opening the car door, Bond stepped out, raising his hand momentarily to block the sun as it bore down on him. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a pair of sunglasses before putting them on.

"Well, now let's see." He opened the folder and looked at the first file. "Burt Gummer. Okay, now let's…" He trailed off as he looked over to the left of where he was standing and saw a sign. It was a triangle shaped yellow one, like one of those that would warn people in case of deer crossings and the like.

The difference being, that for this one, there was a picture of, well, from what Bond could tell some kind of alien. It had a mouth that looked like a beak split into three sections, with three appendages that resembled snakes protruding from the mouth.

"That's, interesting," Bond said to himself before shrugging. Looking back, he saw what looked like a small store not too far down the road. He started down the road.

Unknown to him however, was that something detected his movement. Something that was now moving towards him to investigate.

Something that was underneath the ground…

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He was almost there.

Glancing behind him in case he was being followed, Alex quickly moved down one of the hallways of the compound he and all the passengers of the hijacked plain were being held by these, well, he wanted to say terrorists but he wasn't sure if they were even human, at least a few of them.

"So what I was saying was…"

Alex slightly gasped before ducking behind a large crate as two men, armed with machine guns, moved down the opposite hall in front of him. They were involved in a conversation, but Alex was too frightened to hear exactly it was that they were talking about.

He let out a soft sigh of relief as they rounded the corner and disappeared, their voices slowly fading.

Rising to his feet he looked towards the end of the hall. He knew he was close to the exit. If he could get out of the compound he could make a run for it, possibly swim off the island until a boat spotted him or something. He started to move foreword.

Suddenly he heard a noise from behind him. He whirled around with a gasp. No one was there.


"I'm just hearing things," he said to himself as he turned around.

He instantly backed up with a start. Standing in front of him was a man in his mid thirties. He had hair that went down to his collarbone, and was neatly slicked back. It was a reddish brown color with tints of sandy blonde and black in there. His eyes were a reddish brown also, and they held a coldness and intensity that frightened Alex. He had a neatly trimmed beard and moustache also, that gave him a rugged appearance. His look was topped off with a collarless black suit with a trenchcoat, and his arms were held behind his back as he took a step foreword, slightly smirking as Alex took a step backwards.

"You just had to be predictable," he began in a scolding tone as he took another step foreword, and Alex took another step backwards. "I suppose that all humans are, so hell-bent for their own survival. It's rather sad if you ask me."

Alex turned and broke into a run. He didn't get two steps before he felt a powerful hand clamp down on his shoulder. "I believe I was still talking," the man whispered before throwing Alex into the wall with one arm. Alex had less than a second to boggle at the man's strength before his back hit the wall, knocking the wind out of him. He slumped to the floor, looking up at the man as he looked down at him.

"As I was saying, you had to be predictable and try to escape." As the man spoke, Alex noticed that his voice was getting deeper, and rougher.

That was when he noticed the eyes. They were changing color; changing from their reddish brown to a pitch black. Then, to Alex's greater horror, the man let out a small snarl, and his teeth could be seen…teeth that were quickly changing shape, elongating and sharpening into fangs.

"Well, everything has consequences," he continued, as his face started to contort, the skin color darkening. "And I don't think I have to say what the consequence for your action is going to be." As he finished he raised a hand and pointed his index finger, which, along with the other fingers, was sprouting claws at the fingertips, at Alex.

Alex only had a second to scream before the man, still transforming, pounced.

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Bond was around a hundred feet or so from the store before he stopped. He heard what sounded like rocks being moved. Looking around he saw nothing but desert and a few cars. Shrugging to himself, he moved foreword.

And then he suddenly tripped. Falling to the ground, he cursed to himself as he turned around to look at what tripped him.

He had been expecting a rock of some kind. Instead, he found himself staring at some kind of tentacle that was know wrapped around his lower leg, as it started to pull him.

Quickly reacting, Bond pulled out his handgun and fired at the tentacle, two of the bullets tearing into the thing and causing it to let go with a shriek as it slid under the ground. Bond quickly rose to his feet, moving towards the store, still holding his gun incase the thing attacked again.

And then it burst from the ground.

"Oh crap," Bond said, as it was the first thing that came to his mind as he starred at what looked like a living breathing version of the creature that had been on the sign back near his car: a giant bizarre worm monster, the beast's mouth opened up like a mutated blossom as the first tentacle, quickly followed by two more, emerged. It gave a shriek, and Bond raised his gun, aiming for the mouth.

Suddenly, a bit of ground next to the monster exploded, and it quickly slid back underground with a shriek. As Bond watched, a large dust cloud formed and quickly moved away, and the spy realized that was the monster retreating.

Bond turned around and found himself face to face with the man whose picture he had seen in the folder; Burt Gummer. He was looking at him with a strange look, and holding a grenade in one hand.

"I'm guessing you're new," Burt said as Bond stepped foreword.

"Well, not exactly. Can I have a word with you, Mr. Gummer?"

Burt cocked an eyebrow, looking the well dressed man up and down before nodding. "Yeah, alright."

"There is a crisis on the hands of the United States, a crisis that could very well lead to something that would make a world war look like a square dance. After some discussion, the government decided to have me lead a team of, unique individuals, to stop this threat. We want you to be on this team."

Burt just starred blankly at him before shaking his head. "Cute, real cute," was all he said before turning and walking back towards the store. "Oh, and don't worry about El Blanco. That grenade scared him off; he probably won't come back for a half hour or so."

Bond quickly moved foreword. "The government has offered to give you a reward if you join this group." Burt stopped at that, and turned around, interested. Reaching into the folder, Bond pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Burt. "If you join, this piece of paper will block all government and development involvement in Perfection valley without your express written permission. They know how annoying that has been for you…so what do you say?"

Burt looked from the paper, to Bond, then back again. Finally, he nodded. "Alright, I'm in."

Bond smiled. "Excellent. Now, just pack some supplies and let's get going. We still have five more members to recruit."

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"Razor?" The man called out as he moved down the hall. He was dressed in an expensive looking black suit with a neck tie and everything, and he was holding a walking stick. He was in his fifties, and his black hair was starting to gray at the edges. Turning the corner he stopped.

Lying on the floor was the mutilated corpse of Alex, his stomach and throat torn open, and blood staining the ground. Standing a bit away from him was Razor, whose clothing was lying on the floor in shreds. A few sickening crunching noises filled the air as Razor's body slowly shrunk down, as his skin returned to its natural color, the claws disappeared, and the black fur that had appeared on his back retreated back inside his skin. Transformation completed, he turned and looked at the newcomer, not caring that he was now nude.

He glanced at Alex's body. "Ah, that. He tried to escape, Julian."

Julian sighed before moving foreword a bit. "Razor, I thank you, but you really need to learn to not kill every single person in here, otherwise they won't agree to our deal. Granted, killing these people does sound like fun, but find something else to do, like your partners have."

"You know how I feel about them Pierce," Razor responded, now using Julian's last name. "I don't trust them; especially that, leech."

"And I'm sure that they feel the same way about you," Julian said as he walked towards him, passing him. As he neared the end of the hall he called out, not looking back.

"Now please, get some clothes on for god's sake."