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Syndrome slumped in his chair, feeling guilty about what he had done to Marie. He had shortened her life by sixteen years, what right did he have to do that? And she didn't know a thing about it. He hated having a conscience, it got in the way so much.

He looked at the files of the supers that were now under his control. He had copied it when he had gone to pick up Marie. They were what had allowed Outcast to clone all the supers in the first place. They had every single little detail that Zacathia had been able to find about the supers. Some even had little details of how some had died. Only ever little details because some had died in ways no one should ever visualize. Like he himself, he had almost died by getting shredded in a jet turbine. He had gotten lucky and been able to walk away without a scratch.

Syndrome briefly wondered why he was here; he should be with Zacathia, not with Outcast. She was probably worried sick, but he had to keep this charade up. It was for her own safety.

But was it a charade? He had been willing to drop that oil tanker on the city, he had actually tried to, but it obviously hadn't hit. It did explode, he knew that much. He had heard it explode while he flew away. That guy she had been with must have done something, he knew Zacathia too well to even think for a second that she'd let something explode.

Syndrome started playing with the collar Outcast had around his neck. He hated it because it allowed Outcast to play with his thoughts and make him do and say things that he normally would never even think of doing. He wasn't able to take it off; Outcast had said that doing that would jeopardize his family's life.

That was why he had gone and taken Marie, so that he could protect her. He wished he could do the same for Zac, but she would never agree to join up with the bad guys. He hoped that she'd figure everything out and not get mad at him, but he knew that was unlikely. And there wasn't any way for him to leave her clues to figure out what was going on, Outcast would find out.

He cursed the situation he was in, between two tides of monumental force. Outcast going one way, trying to get rid of all non-supers, and Zacathia going the other, trying to save the humans. He wanted to be on one side, but was forced onto the other. It was like snowboarding with your eyes closed. Eventually, you're going to hit something and get hurt.

All the money and technology in the world couldn't help him out of this situation. Not even Mirage would have been able to find a way out of this one. He had been unknowingly digging his own grave deeper and deeper until he couldn't get out. And now he had pulled Marie in with him.

Marie walked into the room, looking confused. Syndrome wondered why, and then remembered that he had simply dropped her, not taking the time to make sure she landed softly.

"Daddy? Is something wrong?" She asked, staying by the door.

"No, everything's alright." He replied, looking up at her. He had been holding his head in his hands, leaning on the desk in front of him.

"Everything isn't alright and you know it. Something wrong, you're just not telling me." Marie said, walking over to him and sitting on her knees on the floor next to him.

"Marie, even if you wanted to you couldn't help me out of this one." Syndrome said to her, sighing.

"I could try."

"No, you can't. I won't let anything happen to you. Go to your room, get some sleep." He said to her, putting on a fake smile. She didn't buy it, but she left anyways. Maybe Outcast could tell her what was going on.

She left, and walked down the hall. When she should have turned left to go to her room, she simply continued on towards Outcast's room. He knew everything; he would know what was wrong with her father.

She knocked on the door, hoping he was there.

"What?" She heard him call from inside. He sounded busy.

"I need to talk to you." She replied nervously.

"Can it wait until later?" He asked.

"I don't know, it has to do with my dad." She replied. She heard a flurry of movement, and then the door opened. She found that Outcast had covered many of his things in large white blankets, so that she couldn't see what he was doing.

"What is it?" He asked, sounding nicer now that the door was open.

"He seems worried, preoccupied. I know something's wrong, but he won't tell me what." She said as she was lead into the room and sat down in a chair.

"Does he now? That's interesting, very interesting. He shouldn't be, should he? I'm taking care of everything in this operation, he has nothing to be worried about. Maybe it's something else? Yes. That has to be it. Thank you for telling me Marie, I'll get right on this, just as soon as I finish something else that needs my immediate attention." Outcast said, smiling. It was a very creepy smile, sending shivers down Marie's spine.

"Okay, thank you. I don't want him to be worried over something that he shouldn't be." Marie said, getting up and leaving. As soon as she was out of the room, the door closed behind her. She pressed her ear up against the door. She wanted to know what Outcast did in there, he spent a lot of time alone and that couldn't be healthy for someone.

Listening, she heard that he was talking to himself.

"He's trying to escape."

"He can't escape, we've made sure of that."

"He is a smart man, he will find a way eventually."

"If he was trying to escape we would know it."

" If he really is as smart as his file says he could find a way around it."

"But his file also says he lost his memory once and never fully got it back."

"We must do something to check."

"Yes, we must check."

Marie wondered why he was arguing with himself, was he going crazy? If so, she would have to do something about it. But what could she do?

Zacathia logged onto the computer, and opened up the files on the supers. She had made these particular ones herself in her spare time.

"Here, that should be all the known supers." She said, moving aside so that DJ could read them.

"Thanks. This might take me a little while, there seems to be quite a few of them." He said, smiling. "And it also looks like these files are very detailed." He said, causing Zacathia to blush.

"I'll just leave you to it then." She said, leaving. She had other things to do in the complex, she had to get an army together.

She walked over to the intercom, pressing the button that made it go everywhere in the complex, even in the bathroom stalls.

"All personnel are to go to the secondary gymnasium." She said. DJ gave her a skeptical look.

"You have a secondary gymnasium?" He asked, one of his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, the primary one's taken up by gym equipment." She said, smiling.

Zacathia stood on the stage of the secondary gymnasium, with her entire personnel slowly filing in. The place was remarkably quiet for a gym, but that was because most of her staff couldn't talk.

Everyone in the complex had filed in, and turned their attention to Zacathia. She simply stood there, knowing that this wasn't it. There was some people still in the halls, not wanting to come in. When they came in, knowing they were caught, she started.

"You've all seen it on the news by now, but I had hoped that what we're all thinking was a mistake. Now I know that it isn't, and I have only one choice: to send an attack on Syndrome and everyone in the complex he resides in.

You're all probably wondering where it is, and so am I. If any of you have any idea's, let them be said now because any little spine-tingle as to where they are would be greatly appreciated." She paused to see if anyone was going to come forward, but no one did. Just as she had suspected they wouldn't.

"Okay then, here's what we are going to do. As none of you have no idea where Syndrome's hiding out, I'm going send everyone in this complex out on patrol, combing through the city until we find him. Yes, I can do that. This is a serious problem and the military would be more than happy to help out if the end result was finding where Syndrome is." She said, knowing someone was going to eventually ask that.

One of her ranking officers stepped forward.

"Ma'am, I have been informed combing the city would be unnecessary, because I have just been informed that the military has found the location of Syndrome's base and are requesting you send everyone you can to those coordinates. He says that I am to give them to you in person, in private." He said. Zacathia nodded.

"Everyone is to stay in here, I'll be back in a minute." She jumped off the stage and followed the man out into the empty hallway. He handed her a slip of paper, on it had a set of coordinates on it and a message:

We're being watched. Don't act as if you know.

She nodded, and walked back into the gym.

"Okay everyone," She shouted. "Everyone is to go to there CO, and follow their orders. They will tell you where to go." She said, handing the slip of paper back to the man.

"Make sure the other four see this paper, and only them." She whispered to him. He nodded, and ran off. She sighed.

"This is going to be a long day." She groaned as a group of special force soldiers walked up to her, awaiting her orders.

Writer's Note: I might not have something to post on Monday, because its my birthday Sunday and my family might be doing something with me Saturday and then possibly visiting my nanny on Sunday. Not sure, cause my family isn't that organized and doesn't plan ahead very often. I'll try and get something together though to post.