(After watching some episodes again, I got a cool feel for the characters :D)
Black Knight woke up slowly, finding herself lying on top of filthy concrete. Facedown on the unclean pavement, she resembled human roadkill, as if an subway had run over her body when she wasn't conscious. She murmured a curse at a small headache that began to pulsate around her skull, then sat up, resting on her knees. Her pitch black surroundings prevented her from finding a way out of the embarrassing situation, and she soon recalled the fight that had landed her in it.
Rex must have blocked her exit.
Standing up, Black Knight sighed and transformed her arm into a large sword, using its glow as decent illumination. Lavender beams spread across the floor and into the air, exposing the tunnels at a ten foot radius around her. Now with sufficient lighting, she began to walk across the edges of the tunnels, seeking out another exit. She didn't quite believe she had the strength to push aside whatever blockage Rex had created- at least, not at the moment- so it was best to find an opening only obstructed by something much easier to remove.
Rex.
Black Knight pondered the boy's usefulness, likening it to the nature of a double edged sword. It was just the world's luck that the only true cure for EVOs was a hotheaded teenager- a teenager who had been acting strange lately, at that. The woman wanted badly for him to join her side, by force or otherwise, but there was clearly something odd about him.
Sudden spots of brown on the ground distracted the woman from her thoughts, prompting her to grimace and step away. It wasn't unusual for rodents to relieve themselves in the tunnels, but that didn't mean she had to step in it. She walked on, making sure her sword didn't touch the ground, hoping to leave the site of any excrement.
But she only found more.
Black Knight wrinkled her nose in disgust and was about to whisper another curse into the darkness, but noticed something unusual about the spots. Feces wasn't usually so flat, making her realize it wasn't the nasty substance she thought it was. The spots were completely flat, indicating that they were actually fluids that had long dried. In fact, she reasoned, they probably weren't urine either, due to the fact that she couldn't smell any.
Upon closer inspection, the brown spots seemed to mainly giant drops, with tiny daughter droplets surrounding them. And the smell was something all too familiar to someone who'd fought plenty of rough battles in her life- and especially to any normal person.
Blood.
Black Knight stared at the floor, her curiosity now piqued by the unusually high amounts of the alarming liquid splattered on the pavement. She lifted her sword and followed the newfound trail, wondering if an animal had perhaps been run over by a train- she wasn't completely sure if the rails were abandoned, after all- and had tried to run away while bleeding to death. If so, it must have entered through a nearby opening, indicating the possibility of a nearby escape route.
But her eyes flashed violet when they landed upon the real cause.
Black Knight's breath hitched for a moment as she spotted a very familiar white suit lying against the wall about seven feet from her. The largest stains of blood surrounded it, and bits and pieces of metal lied scattered about the small vicinity, indicating a clear struggle of some sort. Despite the fact that the suit seemed completely torn in half and shredded further, she still recognized it as her pale enemy's defense against nanites.
But where could White Knight have gone?
"Is this a trick?" Black Knight asked, her voice reverberating into the tunnels. "That couldn't possibly be your suit. Where are you? I'm not fooled for one second."
But no answer came.
"I'm fully prepared for whatever attack you're going to launch, White Knight," she tried again, transforming her free hand into a sharp whip. "This is one of the strangest things you've done, I'll admit, but you're not catching me off guard."
She heard nothing but the cold wind above.
The woman took a deep breath, and without retracting her weapons, stepped closer to the suit. Her heels hit soft areas, making her realize she'd stepped in bits and pieces of something fleshy. The suit itself seemed like it had been spit out by an unmerciful hurricane, the center torn apart and the rest highly damaged. It rivaled her size by a foot or two, but because it was empty, it hardly seemed like a threat.
"What happened?" Black Knight murmured, kneeling down to further inspect the damage. The strangest part, of course, was that the grouchy man inside was missing- a sight she thought she'd never see unless the world ended- and it sent chills down her spine. This was wrong. Something had gone very bad.
But she didn't quite know what.
"Systems reboot failed," a robotic voice suddenly spoke, making her jolt. "Ninety percent compromised. Irreversible dama-"
The automated voice died out, sprang back to life, then died out again. It did this three more times before Black Knight smashed its speaker with her sword, demolishing the programming immediately. She frowned, disappointed with herself for letting a robotic glitch make her feel so unsettled. But it also raised curious questions about the cause of the suit's disarray, and what had happened to the man normally inside it.
"What ruined you?" Black Knight asked, speaking as if the suit could talk. She retracted her whip and ran a free hand across the jagged metal, then across the smashed helmet that lay cracked on the side. "Why would be leave his suit?"
As she ran her eyes and hands across the white armor, she came up with several possible theories in her mind. A few had to do with an EVO attack, an unlikely one focused on a possible emergency escape plan, but one stuck out in her mind the most. It was the possibility that the suit had somehow been penetrated too subtly for the automated voice to notice, and had let enough nanites to leak in to turn her enemy EVO.
Her eyes landed on a small, smooth screen on the chest plate, forcing her to push her stray thoughts away. She reached down and tapped it with her fingertips, coming to the conclusion that it must have been some sort of built in camera. Pushing into the part of the suit underneath, she used her hand and sword to pry the rest of the visual recording system out, storage box and all.
She smiled at just how intact it was, knowing she just had to take it back to Providence.
It was only a matter of time before she could find a new exit.
Cesar stared at the woman in black, then glanced back at the camera system on the table. "You want me to hack into what?"
Black Knight gave him a stern look, pushing the machinery closer to him. "It was found in White Knight's suit, and I had the pawns extract the rest of his armor from the subway tunnels. We don't know why or how it ended up there, but if you can play what was on this camera, we might be able to find out."
"Dios mio, why would he leave his suit?" the man asked, his accent stronger due to his excitement. "It's completely newsworthy! Are you going to sent the footage to the local-"
"We are keeping the findings- both of them- a secret until we get things settled," the purple haired woman explained, cutting him off with a wave of her hand. "Whether this is a significant issue or not is up to whatever information we salvage from this. Do you think you can do it?"
Cesar picked up the camera system and inspected it, tracing the edges of the metal. "It looks alright, considering the damage that you described to the suit itself, and it might take some serious hacking. But I think I can make it work."
"Good. Let me know when you're done. I want those results ASAP."
Cesar nodded and took the camera set back to his lab, allowing Black Knight to retire to her main office. The eager man ran into his shared lab, a bright eyed look on his face as he explained to his coworkers his assignment.
"Why would White Knight leave his suit?" Gabriel Rylander asked, intrigued by the words spouting from the Hispanic scientist's mouth. "I thought he was extremely dependent on it."
"Maybe it's a fake," Meechum guessed, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "I've seen him in that thing in New York. I seriously doubt he would just leave it."
But they'd find out soon enough.