Seth sat on the concrete divider surrounded by various car parts as Marshall was filling out an official report to be handed into his superiors at the F.B.I, or something along those lines, he really stopped paying attention when John had suddenly dropped to the ground. There was an awkward sort of kinship that was forged in the shared survival of Alcatraz. Though admittedly he had entirely debated throwing John under the bus to give Marshall what he wanted, but he had made a promise. He leaned his head back and stared up towards the sky; She really hadn't deserved what happened to her, a fourth grade teacher and someone who fully believed in the good of people. She was basically the complete opposite of him, a manipulative bastard, and really was the first person who could have been considered his….friend. He snapped out of his emotional reverie as Joy walked up with a water bottle," Thanks, but why exactly aren't we rushing to the address ."

" Mortis is paranoid beyond belief," She responded as she took a drink," He keeps his projects separate and doesn't let his people know what's really going on."

Seth chuckled a bit at Joys pissed off expression before asking," Is that why Owen didn't know about our stands?"

Joy passed him the bottle of water," Probably...that's generally why Mortis only gets involved when he really cares about the 'experiment'."

Seth put the lid back on the bottle and paused letting the ambulance continue to wail as they checked up on Marshall. The word experiment had made him think; John and him had been test subjects in whatever experiment had been running. When an experiment is over what happens...you get rid of the experiments, at least when they're animals. So either Mortis failed or…"Hey Joy?"

"Yeah"

"Mortis isn't the kind to give up is he," Seth asked feeling slightly nervous.

She snorted," Yeah no, he's like an insane collector. Once something has found his interest he does everything he can to gain it, at least until it's use is gone."

Seth sighed heavily before letting his thoughts run. Mortis went about cleaning house, a house full of stand users that he went to a lot of trouble to create and kidnap, and was moving his operation across the country, based on the fact trucks full of equipment. Basically meaning that he probably figured out whatever his project was, and considering how volatile and psychotic he was…...it probably concerned the entire country. Seth looked up and glanced over at Marshall who was helping get the kid, Rob or something, into a police car. He took in Marshall's face, the undertones of grim fear and determination coming through to him and he was able to tell Marshall knew. Seth paused and decided to make a call, he didn't tell Joy. Normally he wouldn't care about what others felt and he would try to put himself in an advantageous position, but he decided to keep quiet and trust Marshall. It was an odd sensation for him to actually but faith in a person, generally he thought all people were varying degrees of bastards, but something about this group made him think they were genuinely good people. "Hey, You guys all good, or do you want to get checked out while the people with actual medical equipment are here."

Seth looked up as Jason meandered over, John limping slightly behind, as Joy responded," Nah, I'm not concussed and bug boy here didn't get hit."

John made it up to the group," Lucky you, feels like I got hit by the car."

Seth chuckled before asking," So what's the plan?"

"We're going to check out the base once the cops pull out," Marshall interrupted walking over," For once we are a step ahead."

"What about John here," Jason asked gesturing," His body is still beat from his Zeus impression and you, I'm pretty sure, have several broken ribs."

Both John and Marshall began to protest, but a second later Seth interrupted, " Why don't we go in quiet and have you two as back up?"

Marshall and John both looked at him weirdly, he sighed despite the fact their looks were warranted; both were front line fighters capable of dealing and taking damage to a degree. But both were beat to hell after reenacting Duel the magical re imagining and it was fairly obvious neither would be at full strength. He continued talking ignoring the weird looks," Look, if both of you go into a fight with Leen or the skinny brat you are only going to take more damage."

Both Marshall and John wanted to interject, but Jason beat them to it, " Okay, I know you two don't want to sit out of the fight, but he has a point. Marshall you're basically running on painkillers and spite, while John is just running on determination and stupidity."

Joy cut in next," Look, the three of us aren't injured and our stands are good at taking opponents down quickly...well two out of three are," she finished looking at Jason."

Marshall cut in," But-"

Jason took control again cutting Marshall off," Before you start….We have the advantage and we need to use it. You know that Mortis keeps everybody quiet and doesn't let them communicate unless absolutely necessary. So based on what that kid told us the place expects a shipment in two days and that's it."

Marshall took a deep breath before talking," Fine...you three can go in first and scout it out, but we are going to be ready to come in and help."

Seth nodded before making his way to the car with Joy, who had a wicked smile on her face. He was looking forward at getting an opportunity to gouge at the organization that fucked him up

Joy vaulted over the fence with ease before making her way to the back of the warehouse the address led them to. It had taken them a bit too long to find it as the address didn't seem to exist, but John had managed his Sherlock trick again and got them to it eventually. They had decided to split up, after leaving the car, in order to cover extra ground with the instructions to make some noise if things go wrong. She said a silent prayer that they wouldn't as she activated 『ALICE IN CHAINS』manifesting chains out of the glass window removing them from the equation so she could climb through unabated. It was a nifty trick that she had learned when trying to sneak out when she was younger, though the only issue is that Marshall is a dick and wouldn't let her drink. Her feet hit the floor silently as her knees absorbed the shock, before she took off into the warehouse.

"There we go," She muttered out loud as she found the stairwell.

The plan they had come up with wasn't her personal favorite, but Marshall and John refused to not be involved. So in the spirit of compromise, Seth, her, and Jason were taking the first second and third floors respectively. The compromise came from the hour and a half time limit they had before the two old and injured people made their way into the building. She sighed as she crept down the stairs. It wasn't that she didn't understand Marshall but she knew that he wasn't okay. He always preached to her that she shouldn't push her body to the point where it would destroy itself and yet he was trying to conduct a raid on the enemy base on a handful of painkillers and spite. She guessed she just couldn't understand his motivation she decided as she stepped out onto the second floor. There was one scientist standing in the hall facing another direction and flipping through a magazine. She smirked devilishly as『ALICE IN CHAINS』activated and extended forward towards the unsuspecting man. In a quick fluid movement it struck forward and slapped it's ethereal hand over the mans face, smothering his mouth and making it hard to breath. He tried to break free but her stand was much, much stronger and only a few seconds later the man was unconscious. 『ALICE IN CHAINS』pulled the limp body to where Joy was waiting in the stairwell before disappearing back into nothingness. She kept her steps light as she entered into the hallway looking for whatever room the man's key card would open. It took a few, eight, different doors but eventually one opened and she quickly stepped inside.

She looked around the office...lab...no, definitely an office, before going over to the desk and quickly sorting through the papers. She noticed one paper in particular that detailed something called 'ANIMA TRANSPLANT SYSTEM'. It depicted a singular device that looked very interesting, but she couldn't make heads or tails of it. She rolled it up and slid it into her bag, before grabbing a folder that had the word 'INCOME' written on the tab. There was a loud yell from the hall as guards suddenly ran past to the room she was hiding, she guessed towards the stairs.

"Look, all I heard over the radio was that everybody was going berserk," said a passing guard as Joy crouched behind the door, trying very hard to not chuckle.

'I really want to know how he screwed this up'

Seth awkwardly threw himself through the open window, going into a poor attempt at a roll. He got his feet back under him and made it into the hallway before he began to stalk off towards the loading docks, the soreness from the last two days coming forward. The all too familiar sound of buzzing appeared in the back of his mind as he worked his way past multiple empty offices that all reminded him of Alcatraz. He forced it back down as he came up on a corner and rounded it; 'Where in the hell is the loading dock!'. He had guessed that that window would be close to the docks but the long, straight, and infuriating hallway made him say otherwise. It also wasn't really helping with the time limit that he had been strong armed into, since Marshall and John refused to stay out of a fight even if it would be good for them.

He came out of his reminiscing of 13 minutes prior as he checked a hall directory sign he had just stumbled into. He checked his path and changed directions because he was apparently completely wrong, though this layout didn't make any sense….shit. It suddenly hit him as to why this damn building seemed so confusing; It was a Labyrinth. This floor meant that anything trying to get out of the building was going to have to try to guess where the exit was. This place was like Alcatraz, well after Mortis got his hands on it of course. More experiments were being done here as well but these people were probably already dead since nobody knew they were missing. He came to a door at the end of the hallway and exhaled deeply before opening the door wide since it was just to another hallway…...except it wasn't since he miscounted doors and missed a damaged frame and was now in the shipping docks staring at about sixteen mercenaries. There was a moment where he held the vain hope that he may be able to back into the hallway and sneak away, but the combination of yelling and bullet fire changed his mind. As he dove behind a crate with all twenty of『BALLROOM BLITZ'S』beetles coming forward, though four of them immediately popped into nothingness as bullets hit them. He silently cursed his stand durability before he stood up and sent the rest of his beetles forward, 'Though I do love this part.'

The remaining sixteen flew forward into the gunfire, getting about six more of them killed, but the remaining ten did what they do best. With their pincers dug in deep on ten of the armed guards making their eyes go red and causing them to go berzerk. The remaining twenty 'beetles' of 『BALLROOM BLITZ』came forward as he quickly dashed for the next piece of cover, his big idea being to let someone else do all the work while he just played defense with his remaining 'beetles'. A sudden loud blaring noise dashed those hopes before the mercenaries even called out; " Quick someone get the boss there's some weird stuff flying around."

Seth took a few seconds to examine his situation as bullets began to fly everywhere. He could either A) stay and fight taking out the guards and eventually take on one of the leaders, or B) Run and hide. He quickly made his call and dove back into the hallway he came from hitting the ground as several bullets came close to hitting him, only barely being caught by two of his remaining 'beetles'. He scrambled back to his feet and and took off back down the hallway, since while the mercenaries were busy he could at least raid a few of the labs and see what happened to the poor people who were here. It honestly sickened him how casually Mortis seemed to slaughter and try to erase these people from existence, he couldn't imagine what the man himself was like.

Victor Mortis was very annoyed, in part because his favorite scalpel just broke but more so because of the very annoying alarm that was sounding. He threw the broken instrument onto the ground before grabbing a cloth to wipe his hands off. He turned towards the nearby table and looked towards his associate, who was removing his black dress shoes from the table, and asked," What alarm is this exactly because I'm positive Rod and Hetfield set the timers for eight hours?"

"Pretty sure that it's the intruder alarm," The man, who was in his early twenties, stretched his arms above his head," Want me to grab Priest and Hetfield to deal with it?"

Mortis threw the now bloody rag away as he sighed," Just take Priest, radio Hetfield and tell him to start the truck."

Mortis grabbed a folder and stuffed it into his briefcase before continuing," I'm fairly positive that the Alcatraz caravan isn't showing up at any point so we should just hurry to Kentucky to help get the relevant data for Living Colour there so the procedure can get up and running.."

He trailed off, but his associate smirked and continued," And then it's on to Powerslave, well I'll be off."

The associate left as Mortis nodded before reaching into the briefcase and removing a golden gun, on the side of which there was an arrow pattern almost engraved. He looked it over before walking out of the door and towards a secondary staircase that would take him straight to the shipping bay. He took the steps two at a time, his long gangly legs and six foot four frame assisting in the effort. He eventually made it to the shipping bay and opened the door, his green hair brushing the frame, but paused when he saw several dead mercenaries, scratch that all his mercenaries were dead. It seemed as if they had killed each other and if the blue beetle he saw scuttle in a man's shirt was anything to go by it was probably a stand. He sighed, "Of course these people can't even handle something like this. Don't let anyone get inside or leave alive, and they end up killing themselves. Shittiest investment I made, well at least they can be of some help now."

Suddenly one of the corpses began to rise into a sitting position before getting up all the way. Mortis only smirked before gesturing to a large crate that held some of the worthwhile equipment from the base. The reanimated corpse moved briskly towards the crate, and as if it's torso wasn't half decimated hauled it up and began walking behind Mortis who only paused when a feeble cough caught his attention. He peered around a destroyed crate that thankfully didn't have anything important inside of it and saw a living mercenary. The man looked up and Mortis caught a view of his name tag, something covered in blood Cassidy. The man began to speak but before he could Mortis had shot him with the golden gun, the arrow on the side glowing slightly. The man looked shocked before falling over as Mortis just walked away saying," Just die already, your services aren't needed anymore."

He walked out of the bay and saw a shipping truck with the back open and a very nervous Hetfield sitting in the driver seat. Mortis directed the corpse to the back and clambered into the passenger seat, deactivating his stand and letting the corpse collapse to the ground dead once more. Hetfield looked over and nervously asked," Where are the others?"

"Keeping the intruders busy," Mortis began," But if you're asking about the guards they are all dead, or they will be, the bomb goes off in an hour and thirty minutes, not three hours."

Hetfield looked over at Mortis with shock evident on his face, but he quickly turned forward and started the truck. Mortis almost laughed, but he kept it to a chuckle as he looked over paperwork. Hetfield should know by now that once you outlive your usefulness there's no point to having you around anymore...especially when you fail at the simple tasks you are given, 'Which reminds me I need to meet up with Zieger if he hasn't killed himself already when this is over.'

As the truck began to move he flipped through the files in his hands quickly skimming over the various formulas and jargon he had jotted down. These two projects had been very draining as of late now that they were nearing completion and other groups in the underworld were actually bothering to take notice of what seemed like a relatively weak organization. Passione, Whatever was left of Dio's fan club, and Century, hell he might as well include Black Label Society on that list at this point. He had worked with them for a brief period to get the project up and running before he bailed and they may now be interested. He honestly couldn't pick a group to be considered the worst for him to face...though with passione he was confident he could outwit their terrifying leader. Certainly wasn't something he wanted to test, though he may have to if that damn FBI agent keeps succeeding at getting just enough information to fill in the blanks. Normally killing the target with another groups method is enough to make the authorities look the wrong direction, but this bastard was able to read between the lines and get enough info to be nipping at his heels. It was almost admirable if would amount to anything since much like the others he would inevitably end up just another corpse in the world.

STAND STATS- 『?』

User: Victor Mortis

Strength:?

Speed: ?

Range: C

Durability: ?

Precision: ?

Potential: A

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User History: Victor Mortis was an abnormal medical student and blooming killer on his way to graduating when a chance encounter introduced him to the vampiric Dio. Fascinated with the power of stand Mortis took the risk and was able to gain a stand, he was then able to receive an arrow with which he was supposed to raise Dio an army. Mortis however had different ideas and he instead began to test the limits of what both the arrow and a stand was capable of all with the goal of completing his ultimate projects Living Colour and Powerslave, and surpassing the man who first gave him this power. Overall he's a ruthless, pragmatic, and cunning bastard who only works with people as long as they continue to be useful and when you are not he cuts your life short or begins his experiments on you and your stand.