Was it really him?, Cole contemplated, Was it truly Maddox who saved my life mere moments ago? Cole managed to grasp the fact that Maddox was a new person now, but not the fact that someone who he had left so broken and wrecked apart would save his life.

He had wanted to ask Maddox ever since he had arrived into his mysterious dimension but Maddox wouldn't let him; Maddox himself has been so mysterious ever since he returned, but why?

What secrets did he hold? Are the Sailor Soldiers only a mere percentage of Maddox's true strength as he said and if so, why couldn't he destroy the Amazon Quartet himself and most importantly to him why does Cole constantly lose himself every time he transforms? He opened his eyes at last.

They were permitted a 10 minute resting period before the training would begin, Cole had napped for 5, but it seemed like an eternity. The entire zone seemed so quiet and still. The others lay peacefully to his sides. Were they thinking the same things as he?

Softly he turned to his side and arose cautiously to not wake the others.

He walked forward slightly and the chamber eerily configured itself. The boys disappeared from his sight and a huge laboratory faded into an existence. It was so large and advanced that it was quite overwhelming to gaze at everything. There were things from microscopes to large computers that actively flared lights and humming noises.

Why hadn't he noticed it before? It seemed much too easy to enter, so easy that he had no idea how he entered and worse; he didn't know how to exit. It just appeared.

Alone in a corner was an average size computer monitor that hurt Cole's eyes slightly. He couldn't read anything that was on the screen if there even was anything there. It was just a contained white glare that was too unbearable to gaze at anymore, but it was like a giant flame and Cole was the ignorant moth.

With his elbow over his eyes he continued to walk slowly towards the screen and conveniently the light became dimmer; he could even make out a few words.

Squinting his eyes, he could read about everything, but to his disappointment it was very hard to understand. It was mainly just graphs and charts with some foreign characters he had never seen in his life. There was only one word he could make out; it was the word "Silver". Cole didn't understand what silver had to do with anything, but whatever it was it was really important to Maddox.

The screen scrolled upwards automatically. The word "Silver" must have been written hundreds of times in different sentences. The characters were really starting to give him a headache for some reason and he felt sickly.

He leaned away from the monitor and felt the hairs on his back rise. Someone was breathing behind him. He looked up and Maddox was looking down at him sternly.

"M-Maddox," Cole started, he felt so nervous around someone so powerful and huge not to mention guilty. "I was looking for you when this lab appeared.", he insisted "I couldn't help but notice the bright monitor--It really caught my eye." Cole smiled innocently to try to charm his way out of it. To his chastise Maddox's expression remained firm.

"Was there anything you needed, Cole?", he asked softly. This made Cole shiver. His kindness was killing him.

"I-I dunno," he quivered "I mean I do know, but I guess it isn't important right now." He feigned a smile "I suppose I'll take that rest you offered."

Quickly Cole began to walk the way he came.

"Yes."

Cole turned back. "What?"

"I said yes."

"Yes to what?"

"Yes."

Mystified, Cole smiled and headed towards the resting area.

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Arodice cackled hysterically on her large throne elevated 60 feet high. Three sets of marble stairs trailed from the front and both sides, ironically right where the fallen police station once stood.

An older man hobbled slowly up the many steps with a bowl of delicious looking fruit, the most appealing a bundle of shiny red grapes. As the man approached to the final steps Arodice's smile faded and was replaced with a bitter snarl.

"What took you so long, human!?", she snapped ungratefully. Seductively she crosses her legs and glared down at him. "Well what are you waiting for!?"

The old man took his shaky hand and pulled off a grape from the bushel. Slowly his hand quivered its way to her mouth where she bit it recklessly, barely missing his finger.

Arodice closed her eyes and savored the taste it left in her mouth. She pulled a mirror from her side and looked at her beautiful face.

"Look at this!", she roared. The old man's heart nearly flew from his chest. "I have grape juice all over my mouth--wipe it off!"

The feeble man looked down at the basket, he did not bring a napkin with him. With no other choice he unraveled his plaid scarf from his neck and put it towards her mouth.

Arodice glared and snatched it from his grasp. "Don't wipe my face with such a dirty rag...how about you lick it from my face?", she growled. The man stood not knowing how serious she was "Well hurry up, I don't have all day!"

She closed her eyes and waited.

The man shrugged and moved closer to her and unsheathed his dry tongue. Shaking slightly more violently, he went up another step and put his face close to hers. Slowly he licked the sweet juice from below her bottom lip and around her mouth. Her face was so soft and pale, she was a beautiful creature indeed.

There was one more dab of juice on the corner of her lips, he curved his tongue to delicately remove the juice. She tasted so delicious to him, with a face as delicious as a foreign treat. His heart began to race and he became entranced by her. His tongue curved from the side of her lip to the center and worked its way into her mouth...

Arodice's eyes bulged open in horror. She spat the muscle from her mouth and gave him a vicious look of an angry beast.

"You bastard!", she roared, shoving her heel into his crotch and knocking him violently down the steps with the fruit falling all over him. The old man tumbled down to the very bottom with his head facing the same side as his buttocks. More than a dozen other lifeless men lay beside him and even more covered the other flights of marble steps.

Another set of heels came walking toward the center set of stairs and suddenly halted in front of the long dead old man. The blue skirted creature bent over and took a grape that had landed on his chest. She ate it cheerfully.

Slowly she marched up the steps to come face to face with Arodice.

"What?", she asked

Posindra ignored her tone and started. "Juna and Aricia want to know if you want control over this place called New York City?"

Arodice rolled her eyes "Just destroy it, I couldn't care less."

Posindra frowned. "Arodice, are you ever going to get up from that throne of yours, there is still a lot of work to do if we want to take over the world. Aren't you ever going to help out?"

She sneered evilly. "I don't about the world and I certainly don't care for helping out. I deserve this time to myself to do whatever I please.", seeing no sympathy in Posindra's eyes, Arodice began to feign a sob, throwing her face into her palms. "I have worked so hard to run the soldiers out of town!", she cried, sniffling loudly "All I ever wanted was time to rest and to think of so many ways to make Master happy...an-and its just too much to start all of that vigorous so soon." She moved her face to the angle of her arm "I want the boss to be soo proud of us, but I need time to think...I think I need to be alone now!", continuing to sob.

Posindra couldn't help but make a frown. "Very well, Ill tell the girls you aren't up for it right now," she said softly, feeling very sorry for her. "I hope you feel well soon."

Posindra emitted hundreds of spores into the air and in a hurdle of smoke she faded away.

Arodice opened one of her eyes and looked around her. No sign of Posindra or anyone else. She lifted her head and began to cackle all over again.

In the corner of her eye she saw a giant missile heading towards the throne. She turned and there was another one heading just as fast. With a sly grin she aimed her palms at them and redirected them with equal force towards each other.

One large explosion covered the sky and the helicopters and their pilots fell like rain in thousands of pieces.

"I've always liked fireworks.", she smiled naively to herself.

She felt a piercing thud on her hip. It was a large syringe with a simple skull engraved on the side. She looked down the steps and a large army of men began shooting at her.

Arodice rolled her eyes once again and inhaled deeply. In a moments noticed she expelled thousands of gallons of what was injected into her at the people as the shots finally stopped in chain. She laughed in pleasure seeing them melt like salted snails.

She looked behind her, indeed her most vulnerable spot and saw another squadron preparing to kill her with several tanks. Getting agitated she arose from her comfortable chair and hovered into the air.

"Get off of my back you inferiors!", she growled. Slowly she charged two great balls of fire in her palms and as soon as they where the size of the tanks she thrust them towards the tanks.

The flames hit and ignited a fiery death around the group of people as well as sending hundreds of buildings to their graves around them.

She lifted herself higher into the air and charged a ray of light on each of her fingers. She lifted her arms as high as she could put them and aimed them for the city. She fired each horrific ray at different sections of the city until it was nothing but a hurricane of thick smoke and acid.

Finally her face grew bitter and she formed a violent swirl of red flames around her that formed a cylinder over her and the throne. Leaving the city in silence for a moment she caused the cylinder spread at the speed of lightning to the sides of her. Thousands of cities fell to its rage in seconds.

All that remained was a desolated plain and now Arodice could see clear across the entire state; just blackness.