Mullet Fingers screamed in pain as one of Gorganzorg's robot soldiers tortured him. The president of G Corporation himself was standing with his arms folded overseeing the torture, chuckling to himself at Mullet Fingers's suffering. Suddenly, the door burst open and a man in a black suit, with long black hair and black eyes entered.
"Gorganzorg? What the hell, may I ask, are you doing?" He snapped. Mullet Fingers recognized the man's voice as the other shouting voice from earlier.
"Enjoying the prisoner." Said Gorganzorg simply.
Zidian wrapped his hand around Gorganzorg's throat and pinned him against the wall.
"And just what the bloody hell is that supposed to mean? He's not a prisoner, he's a hostage and got damn it, Gorganzorg, you are going to treat him like a prince he has served his purpose." Said Zidian furiously.
"Very. . .well." Gorganzorg gasped.
Zidian released Gorganzorg, then sent him out. "Release him." Zidian snapped at the guards.
They did so and as they were taking him back to his cell, Mullet Fingers looked up at Zidian and said quietly: "Thanks."
The man smirked. For a second, Mullet Fingers thought it was a friendly, victorious smirk. But he was proven wrong when the man raised his hand the guards stopped. Zidian knelt down, put his hand on his shoulder and looked Mullet Fingers dead in the eye.
"Make no mistake, boy, I'm not on your side. With torture there is a risk of shock and with shock there is a risk of death. And we certainly can't have you dying before your father. But rest assured, you will both meet the same end." Said Zidian.
He then punched Mullet Fingers square in the chest, knocking the air out of him.
"Get him out of my sight." Zidian snapped at the guards.
Travis, John, Beatrice and Roy all stood in an abandoned alley, staring at G Corporation Tower off in the distance. It probably the tallest tower Roy had ever seen. It was a vertical cylinder with a huge red G with an X through it on the front. There were spotlights shining on it. Behind them was an even taller tower. An A.A.S.T. At least a mile wide, Roy couldn't even see the top. Travis grinned as the two teenagers looked up at it in awe.
"My first trip here; I rewired some cables in that A.A.S.T. to make it appear offline. Sent the shields up around the Central Expanse. Gorganzorg's army was getting reprogrammed at the time so they were all in there and couldn't get out. The Human Resistance Faction and I caused havoc all over Earthopolis and all Gorganzorg could do was sit up in his tower and watch." He said.
It was at that point that Beatrice truly believed Travis was Mullet's father. The proud look in his eye as he explained his life-risking task as though it were a sport. Beatrice saw where Mullet Fingers got it all from.
Travis pointed to G Corporation Tower. "They should be holding him there." He said.
"What? My brother's in there?" Beatrice asked.
"If Gorganzorg is smart, yes." Said Travis.
"How do we even know he's still alive?" Roy asked.
He received dirty looks from the other three. "Gorganzorg's main objective is doing me in. I don't see why he would go to the trouble of kidnaping my son to lure me into Earthopolis only to flush it down the drain by killing him. Well actually, Gorganzorg would probably do that, but not with Zidian breathing down his neck." Said Travis.
"You think Zidian's involved with this too?" Kresc asked.
"I'm sure of it. This plan seems to intricate to be Gorganzorg's work. And if it is Zidian behind this, then Mullet won't be touched until he knows I'm dead." Said Travis.
"And who's Zidian?" Roy asked.
"If you ask anyone in G Corporation, they'll tell you he's Gorganzorg's advisor." Said Travis.
"But he's not?" Beatrice asked.
"No. He's to smart for that job. He rules G Corporation with Gorganzorg as his scapegoat. He designs and programs the cyborg army, the A.A.S.T.'s, everything in this city. He's a genius. Gorganzorg is an idiot, without Zidian this company would crumble. Zidian knows better than to kill Mullet before he feels my cold dead wrist himself." Said Travis.
"Fine, then how exactly are we going to get in there?" Beatrice asked impatiently.
Travis made a familiar, mischievous grin. One that usually meant trouble for Beatrice and Roy whenever they saw it on Mullet Finger's face.
"First, we're going to hot-wire one of those tanks." He said, pointing to a line of empty tanks lined up on one of the abandoned streets "Then, we're going to drive right through the G Corporation HQ gates- no, not just the gates, the front doors of Gorganzorg's precious tower. Then, John and I will provide cover while Roy and Beatrice secure the elevator." Said Travis.
"How're we going to find him though? Look how tall that tower is, there must be like a hundred floors!" Said Roy.
"One hundred and twenty-five to be precise. Mullet's on the one hundred and twenty-fourth. Right below Gorganzorg's office. I know that from experience." Said Travis.
They began moving towards the tank. Travis stood for a moment.
"John, do you think Zidian is going to-"
"Travis no! Do you remember the last time you tried to trust Zidian? You almost died!" Kresc snapped.
"Zidian made a mistake. The man's a genius, John, do you really think he'll make that mistake again?" Travis asked.
"Yes, Travis, I do. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he killed you himself to be honest. He isn't the man you knew, his mind is twisted. He's heartless. He'll kill all of us if you give him the chance to. Don't trust him." Said Kresc sternly.
"The Zidian I know is still in there somewhere. I'm going to get him back." Said Travis.
"Let's focus on getting your son back first."
Meanwhile, Zidian stood by the window in Gorganzorg's office, staring out it.
"They're hijacking one of your tanks." He informed Gorganzorg.
"Why?" Gorganzorg demanded.
"I'm a telesight, Gorganzorg, not a telepath." Zidian said coldly.
Telesight was a very rare gift. The wielder of the gift had the ability to see as far as most telescopes on command.
"I'll alert the army." Said Gorganzorg.
"No. Let Bridger come. He'll be easier to kill if he's on our turf." Said Zidian.
"Well I'm sorry but it's my corporation and I shall make the decisions." Said Gorganzorg.
Suddenly, Zidian pulled a pistol out of his suit and shot Gorganzorg in the shoulder. He stalked over.
"This is my corporation. My apologies, Gorganzorg, but you've pestered me for too long." Said Zidian before shooting Gorganzorg in the head.