Jet did his best impersonation of a spy as he snuck around every corner of the ruins. Dodging every follower of the other Jet he could. He was actually proud of his avoiding every guard. How did somebody that he at this point thought was him gather so many people to help? He could never do that himself. Of course, he never tried. He does not like people all that much. Which proved to him that whoever was this, 'messiah', was not him.

"Where are you going?" Jet froze. An ARM at his back. "You expect to go into such danger alone?" He turned to Gallows.

"What the Hell are you doing here?"

"Well, you said you two were headed for Rock City, and then the guardians told me of some false prophet, so, here I am."

"Eh, so what?"

"What's with the hair?" He glances down. "And the crappy clothes?"

"Don't ask."

"No, I think I should. D'ja get drunk and get a bit wild?"

Jet just stared at the man from Baskar. "No, I didn't."

"Okay, if you won't tell me about your new image will you tell me the story behind that bullet wound?"

Jet glances at the wound he got from Rex. "No."

Gallows groans in annoyance. "Fine, whatever."

"Did you not get the memo that we're on a covert operation here?" Jet wonders as he glances around to make sure no one noticed them.

"Oh, I know, but I'm not worried."

"Oh, why?" A guard falls past them unconscious. "Let me guess,"

"Hey there Clive." Gallows looked up to the sniper who dropped down to meet them. "I should say, don't mention anything about his new image 'cause he won't tell you."

Clive fixes his glasses noticing Jet's new look. "Hmm, I am curious about that, but what is going on inside here is more interesting."

"Well, I sort of have the same idea for once." Jet admits scanning the grounds. "I, think I have a plan. Will, you guys hear me out?"

"Well, since you're not one who does much talking we will. I mean, something big must be happening." Clive states.

"Well, this, 'messiah' there, I think may be me, but, not me. If that's the case, I bet Virginia heard about it and is in there somewhere. I'll leave her up to you Gallows."

"Gotcha. Save the girl. A job I like." Gallows grins.

"Clive, I need you for backup. I'm going to drop in from the roof of this thing. I saw an opening to the area everyone is in up ahead. I want you to take the front door after I drop in."

"Affirmative."

"Okay, so, let's go." Jet stood and ran out past the rock and up the ruin walls.

"Hmm, he seems a bit different in attitude I'd say." Clive notes.

"He did seem less like a punk." Gallows comments as he runs for a side passage.

"Oh well." Clive darts to the front. Positions himself, and takes out the two guards there. Perfect shot once again.

Jet came to the opening in the rood of the ruins. Below him a large crowd of followers he thought looked soft to land on. Up front was the man he was interested in though. A good jump from where he would land he saw the gray headed man. A man who looked almost like he usually did, but he was wearing a robe, and Jet knew he would never wear a robe.

"I, can't believe I'm doing this." He sighs and drops onto four men below.

"What's going on?" The gray haired Jet demanded. No one was there. The four men seemed to collapse on their own. "Everyone, check the room."

Jet placed his ARM inches from the cheek of the 'messiah' Jet. "Oh, you won't have to do that."

"Hey! Look, another 'messiah'." One follower announced.

"No, look, his hair is black." Another stated.

"Black? No, he is no messiah! He is the enemy of our messiah. The evil balance to the messiah!" Another man stated only for them to believe.

"What? He's no messiah!" Jet argued. They did not listen. Instead, his ARM is knocked away by the 'messiah' Jet, and the followers nearest and able swarmed Jet. He was covered over with followers unable to break free. Even if he had his ARM what use would it be? He tried before and it was not working for him. The guardians? He had the runes! "Cremate!" Nothing.

"Only one man need only hold him down." The other Jet ordered. And so, the followers broke off as a strong man put his arm between Jet's holding the young raven haired man defenseless. "Looking for these, Jet?" The 'messiah' Jet displayed three runes.

"Damnit!" Jet curses.

"Now, let's deal with this, evil one." 'Messiah' Jet lifted Jet's ARM and aimed it. A bullet flies just grazing Jet's left shin.

"Now, I see why it wouldn't work." Jet grumbles. He tries to move, but is still held up. "Why not kill me?" He demanded.

"Killing you would kill my loyal follower."

"What…would you care? If you were…the real Jet you would not hesitate to get the job done."

"I think we both know that Jet would."

Jet sat in silence. "Pheh. You called my bluff."

"Yes, now, let's deal with you, in a manner befitting you." The gray haired Jet sent hand gestures and Jet was freed. "I hope you like this as much as I will."

"I'm sure I won't." A punch hit Jet in the gut. Another and another. Two jabs to his face. A knee to the gut again. As he collapsed over a kick to his forehead sending him sprawling about the floor. "Damn, you hit good. Just like I would. Still, I wouldn't bother with hand-to-hand combat y'know." Jet stood slowly. Wiping the blood from his face. His nose bleeding.

"I guess I'll have to try harder."

"Ginny?"

A punch in his face. "Oh, Gallows? What are you doing here?"

"If anyone asks I was not getting beat up by you."

"I'm sorry. You scared me." She blushes. "Does this mean everyone else is here? Jet isn't the same Jet!"

"The black-haired one is." Gallows announced.

"Black haired one?" She wondered. "There's two?"

"Looks like it if you say there's one with gray hair going around."

"Is Clive here too?"

"Yep, with Jet by now probably."

"Those, people are mistaken. They think Jet, I mean, the other Jet is a messiah! But…he told me what he really intends for Filgaia."

"Let me guess, some form of destruction or something." Gallows interjects.

"Yes, to kill Filgaia. With Jet's power and, some machine he can do that I guess. At least, that's what I think he said." Virginia announced. A bit frightened and relieved.

"Uh, so what's with the getup?" He looks at her white robe.

"He was going to sacrifice me!" She protested.

"I know Jet never liked all of us, but, he never would go that far. I guess that weird nice one was the real one after all." Gallows scratched his head. "Anyway, you have your clothes? Put them on and we can join up with the others."

"Okay." She glares at him.

"What?"

"Privacy please!"

"Okay, okay." Gallows backed out of the room.

Three gunshots rang out. Both Jet's looked to the door which was blow open as Clive rolls in. "I was late?"

"You have to work on the timing!" Jet roared.

"Yeah, yeah." He tosses four pouches to separate areas of the room and puts a bandana over his mouth.

The followers went to tackle Clive, but they fell to the ground. Asleep. "You, came prepared it seems." Jet said in awe.

"Yep."

'Messiah' Jet groaned. He looked to the man who once held Jet back. "Go get that guy will you?" The last follower awake ran at Clive who nimbly dodged and hit him on the head with the butt of his ARM. "Damn, why don't they make devoted followers as good as they used to?"

"Ready to die?" Jet questioned.

"Afraid not." 'Messiah' Jet whacks Jet aside with a quick action sending the man across the floor. "Are you?"

The ARM that he owned was placed at his temple. He struggled, but the other Jet seemed stronger. He was dead. No! "I won't die now! I want to live for once! I want to keep traveling with that damn girl and if the others are around sure thing too! I've never even experienced the full range of emotions yet. I want to love someone! Maybe. I have things to do."

"Stow it." The other Jet readied his finger. He looks back to Clive. "You fire he still dies." Clive gave a silent nod and lowered his ARM. Thinking maybe, the evil Jet would give mercy to Jet.

"No, I still, need," Jet struggled as best he could. "Damnit! Why can't, I do this! I need to live!"

With that 'messiah' Jet's arm was torn off sending blood about the ruin floor. "What the Hell?" 'Messiah' Jet roared as he stepped back. Clive had not done a thing. What then?

Jet was in the same stupor. Until he looked to his left. "Well, get up Jet, if you desire so." Lucied. The guardian of desire.