Rage sifted through the parts as Rayvin looked out a window and Hurricane sat with Issac. "I hate to be a party pooper Ray, but these parts will need alot of work for me to be able to make this, or the other computer work so we can find them."

Rayvin sighed. "Rage, what do you need to do to make it work."

Sighing, Rage lead Rayvin over to the computer, the wires were all burnt out and pretty much useless. "This wiring can be redone, but it will just take time and obviously, wires."

Rayvin looked. "Its too hostile out there though, we need to know where it's safe. Now that we're watching Issac I am not sure how much risk we can take."

"Hey, I can take care of myself." Issac said mildly irritated, he was young, sure. But all he knew was the street. The street is the kind of place that if you dont learn quickly, you better find a way out because you will not last. And Issac considered himself a survivor.

"Issac, that may be the case. But we cant endanger you or anyone of us to get some silly wires." Rayvin said in reply.

"Do you really have a better idea?" Hurricane replied quickly.

"Well no Hurricane, I guess I dont." was Rayvin's somewhat deflated reply.

"How about this..." Rage said quickly as he stood up with a slight groan. "You watch the tyke here Hurricane. While Ray and I infultrate the local radio shack for the wires i'll need. If we're not back in a certain ammount of time, say, 2 hours. Or if anything comes up, we'll communicate you. Afterall we still have our radio's. Plus once we get this computer up and running. We will, hopefully effortlessly, be able to find our friends. Jennifer is smart, Im sure she's keeping herself and Vince alive. And I am sure that Vincent and Jen have been thinking their way out of this. So just stay put. Your boy toy and I will go and hit the shack."

Rayvin looked up "Boy toy?"

Hurricane couldnt stop her smile. "Dont worry about it love. Okay you two, just be careful. I want my man back here in one peice."

Rage smiled. "I'll try my best, and if not. I'd be more than willing to-"

Swiftly, he was cut off by Hurricane. "Dream on anger boy. Now go you two before I get bored of waiting and come with."

Rage lead Rayvin out and smirked. "Dont have to tell us twice."

"I was serious, I want him back safely!" Hurricane yelled as she walked to the hallway.

"I am sure I will be more than capable to keep care of myself, Hurricane." Was Rayvins reply as he was being lead off.

The two began walking down the stairs, due to the elevator being broken. It wasnt a fun walk, but it was if anything a good workout. Rage didnt really wish to walk down 40 some odd floors of stairs. After trying to count them he'd lost count at about 39.

Walking out the door into the lobby of the building Rage and Rayvin readied for their journey to Radio Shack "Listen Ray, we have to be quick, who knows how large their patroles will be, especially after when we busted our way in here."

"Well, whatever they throw at us, we will deal with when we encounter it."

Rage and Rayvin began their paranoid and precautious walk to the mall where the radio shack was located. The streets to put it were eerily empty. Rage and Rayvin both would have expected to encounter or at the very least spot something by now. Nearly half the way to the mall and no sign of any odd green skins.

"So tell me Ray, how are you handling all of this, you know. Being the leader, I've noticed it's been hard for you, atleast from my point of view anyway. So umm, if there is anything I can do, or that you'd like me to do to help everything out. I'd be glad to." Rage spoke sincerely to Rayvin. He'd known him long enough to be truthful to him. Not that rage was ever good at sugar coating things when he needed to say something.

"I thank you for that..." He said as he looked up ahead. "But for now lets just focus at the task at hand, getting those wires and then fixing the computer so we can find and save Vincent and Jennifer, god only knows what the hell they're going through at this moment."

And they were definately not having a picnic, that was to be sure. Jennifer and Vincent sat in their cell. Despite Jennifers best efforts that didnt stop them from dragging Vincent out for frequent 'interrogations' that usually ended up with Vincent saying all but nothing and Jennifer being angry and horrified when they'd bring Vincent a bloody and pumelled mess.

Jennifer looked out the window and sighed. "Vince, are we ever gonna get out of here?"

He just sighed, never was his disposition any less sunny than now. "They know I am precognative, they've been taking me more and more frequently, trying to force visions out of me. But I will never tell them what I've seen."

Jennifer looked almost hopefully. "What? tell me what you've seen?" She walked upto Vincent and sat down beside him. Vincent turned to her and spoke very quietly.

"It was in a dream I had a few nights ago. There was a boy. And another hero, one who I thought was dead... Oh god." Vincent began to weep.

"What!" Jennfier said.

Vincent made a hand gesture, telling her to quiet down. "It was Duane."

Jennifer blinked "That's impossible."

Vincent nodded. "Exactally what I said. So I dismissed it. But he was so exact, just like him. Similar style, similar look. I mean, god I dont know how it wasnt."

"What did he look like?" Jennifer demanded.

"Well, unlike Duane, he had a sense of style. He dressed in all white. And managed to pull it off quite well. White dress pants, a white dress shirt, white tie, white trenchcoat, white bandanna on his head. Im certain he was bald."

Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "No way it could've been Duane, he hates the color white. I remember one time in peticular, I bought him a T-shirt, a white one. His favourite football team, the BC Lions from the old CFL... and basically, the next day he came home from patrol, and it was bathed in blood. I dont know if he did it on purpose or not but the blood didnt come out."

Vincent looked. "No... it couldn't have been Duane now that I think about it. His style was, alot less aggressive, more of a wait and reply kind of combat."

Jennifer. "Do you know how they come in contact with him?"

Vincent shook his head. "No... it was hazy but... it was that man. A mall... there was Rage and Rayvin... those aliens"

Jennifer stood up again and blinked. "Whatever this is... I hope that it happens sooner than later."

From a security room, two of the aliens watched a monitor. "a mall... how many of these 'malls' do the inferiors have in this area?"

"According to our maps, only one."

"Have a patrol sent out immediately, send 4 decapitators, and 15 of our elite."

"Instantly sir."

Rage and Rayvin approached the mall. Rayvin stepped out and tugged on the door. "Rage?"

Rage smirked and clenched his fists, after a matter of moments he was the inferno of emmotion that granted him his codename. Grabbing the door by the handle, and taking a light tug of the handle he yanked it off of its hinges simply. Tossing the door aside and smirking. "After you."

Rayvin walked inside and Rage soon followed and eventually lead the way. "Radio Shack is this way." Walking down the mall, it was dark, the only light that was provided was the moonlight shining through the sunroof's in the ceiling. Rage looked "Should just be up here on the second floor."

They walked up the escalator and looked as at the other end of the peticular floor sat Radio Shack, as if it were illuminated by a heavenly aura. Rage began to ran towards it. Rayvin just watched momentarily. Soon Rage was at it and began to work at prying away the metallic doors away. Rayvin was roughly halfway to the radio shack when roughly 15 aliens came trounsing through the roof. Rage looked. "Rayvin!"

Rayvin began pulling something from his back that wasn't his sword. "Dont worry Rage, just find what you need!" He was pulling out a pair of nunchucks, except these were no ordinary nunchucks. These nunchucks were as if they had 2 foot jagged scythe blades protruding from the ends after the handles. "I've designed these specially for you..." he said as the 15 elite's began to close in.

Rayvin jumped forward, slashing with his scythe-chuck's he clean cut right through the torso of one of them, twisting and following through as he cleaved through the shoulder, kicking the alien off of his scythe chucks, he was down to thirteen.

Rage was working the metallic door off and eventually he got it off and hoisted it down. "Rayvin! Look out!" And he hucked it, before it got to them, the 4 decapitatiors, or the giant aliens struck down through the roof, and blocked the path of the large metallic interloper. One turned around and began progressing towards Rage while the other three were watching Rayvin like vultures to a carcass. Rayvin held his scythe-chucks as he was becomming cornered.

Rage was walking backwords before he walked into someone. Turning around, it was as if he'd seen a ghost. Wearing all white, white bandanna, armed to the teeth, as if it were Duane incarnate. "Hello, you must be rage... Just um, do whatever it is that you have to do."

Rage just nodded, not saying anything. The man in white stepped forward and looked "Wow you're ugly..." sprinting forward he grabbed an object from his coat, pulling the pin and stabbing it into the garguant decapitator. He sprinted forward and rolled as it exploded with a very large bang. "Thank god those things blow up. I was worried." standing up he saw Rayvin. He looked as he drew another grenade from his coat. "Rayvin!" He yelled. "Get out of there!"

Rayvin blinked as he saw the man In white. Looking curiously, Rayvin just crouched then leapt out of the circle as the man threw his grenade, only a few moments later the explosion sent a few of the alien corpses flying. There was maybe 5 elite's and the 3 decapitators left. "You take the big ones!" the man in white screamed as he sprinted at the ones. Rayvin smirked. "Gladly."

Sprinting towards the first decapitator, he readied his scythe chucks, leaping he swung them, he felt the blades dig into its neck, swinging and gripping he pulled as the blades cut clean through as he decapitated a decapitator. Rayvin smirked.

The man in white walked upto an elite, clicking his wrists together, two blades shot out of each wrist and he walked upto one elite, slamming his palm into its face and jabbing the blades into his throat, he was careful to not get any blood on his clothes. As he flipped the body over his head, rolling as he did then jabbing the blades up into the next ones head under his chin. Kicking its bleeding and flailing body off of his blade and looking to the next one, he clicked his blades again and his blades retracted, the aliens hesitated. "You know... ah fuck it." He grabbed an assault rifel from behind his coat and shot the last ones down easily. Putting it back he shook his head.

Rayvin landed and the last decapitator fell quckly after he did, his blades thick with their blood. Looking over he walked over to the man in white, sheathing the scythe-chucks he looked at him. "Duane?"

The man in white took off his sunglasses and pulled off his bandanna, his short blonde hair and lack of a scar on the jaw could only mean one thing. "Stephen?"

Stephen Bannts, Duane's younger brother. Rayvin knew him only well enough to know that he was one of the few people Duane trusted. So much Rayvin didn't know about young Stephen, and here he was saving his life.

Rage came walking out with a bunch of packages of wires. "I think what I nabbed should be good enough for what we want to do."

Stephen smirked. "Ah, Ray, you know me well enough to know I am not my brother. He's way too headstrong and well, would he ever dress this nice?"

Rage looked. "Nobody has the heart to tell Duane brown is an ugly color. Plus, how the hell have you been!"

Rayvin looked. "Come on Stephen, well take you back to the hideout and you can fill us in on what the hell is going on."

Rage, Rayvin and Stephen began walking out. Rage looked. "Yeah, aren't you living in like, Australia?"