Disclaimer: I still don't own any of the references in here.
Author's Note: Well, I'm back. Sorry to everyone who has been reading this. If you haven't already been told by my sis (which I don't think she actually said anything about...) then you should all know that I've been sick. It's actually quite ironic really. I can get shot at, get attacked, but a common cold is what did me in. I'd like to thank everyone who's been reading this, but I think you'd all just prefer if I'd get on with the fic already. But first...
Ophira: Sorry it's been so long. I promise I'll try and keep updating! Also, I think I have a song for Fergi and Stoney so I'll let you know about it later.
Everyone Else: Read on!
Prologue 4
"Voila, a metal post." Skinner said exasperatedly as he and Ophira made their way through the door. Ophira gave a gasp and dropped her end before she dropped along with it.
"Sorry...can't hold on..." she managed to say. Jekyll examined the metal and helped Skinner lift it again. The two men moved the beam over the girls body and could feel a blast as if the shield was splitting apart.
"Genius idea, Ophira," Jekyll chocked out after moving the beam away from the girl. He quickly placed it onto the ground. "I'm going to need you and Skinner to hold it for me though..." Ophira slowly pulled herself from the ground and picked up her end, ignoring the protests from Skinners end.
"Now be careful you two, one slip and she'll be in worse condition than she is right now." Jekyll warned. The two froze for a second before carefully moving the bar over Angie and the shield.
"And Skinner," Ophira said in a pained voice. "If you drop this on my sister I'll personally make sure you can never feel those appendeges you seem so proud of, again."
Skinner shifted once and worked harder at holding the beam up. He still wanted to keep his "appendeges."
"We need to come up with some way of sneaking in to the building without him knowing it's us." Alan said after the three dodged another barrage of bullets.
"Maybe we don't even need to sneak in." Mina said. "Maybe we can use someone to go in unnoticed."
"Mina, you can't seriously be suggesting..."
"Yes, we have to release Grey from his cell. He was once a villain and he can get in as one." Alan rubbed his temple and took a breath.
"Mina," he said. "We have no way of knowing if he'll be willing to help us. We can't put Tom's life in this man's hands. It is too dangerous."
"I realize that," Mina said solemnly. "But what choice do we have?"
"Ah, Mina, come with more verbal abuse or just dropping in to say hello?"
"Shut up, Dorian, just shut up. You know why I'm here."
Dorian Grey smiled a toothy grin and stepped into the light. "Of course, but that doesn't mean I won't savor this moment."
Author's Note: Okay, Another prologue out. Thisone isn't my favorite, but just remember I was sick whilewritting this one. Now time for the vote.This willconcern Tom's role in future Prologues.
1) Tom is unconcious and half dead and the League must save him
2) Tom is underthe villain's spell and isactually the ones trying to kill them.
I'm willing to right whichever gets the most votes. So start reviewing my peoples!
