The Keeper looked at me, "The news must be upsetting to you." Thank you captain obvious I thought to myself.
I sighed thinking of what to do next it would be less than fifteen minutes until a hover-skiff would board the Relical. But instead of escaping I might just stay for some action. Killing Breens were always a fun hobby of mine. Leaving the Keeper to his work, I left towards the door. Suddenly, Monican agents burst through the door, ready to strike me down. It's cute to think that they can defeat me the best of Monicans. I knew I would buy time before the Breen agents would come and when the fight would start I would leave.
Alistair, the lead Monican challenged me, "Looks like you're in hot water Aeon. Do you think you can take us all on?"
"I don't think she has the guts." Sithandra added on.
Sybil boredly said, "Let's get this done before the Breens come."
"I always do love challenges to bad this one doesn't count." I defiantly said. Alistair snickered. With a flash of silver, Alistair drew out his sword and set it ablaze. With my gun I instantly shot Sybil in the hand that held her gun. Screaming in pain, Sybil crumpled onto the floor sobbing, while Sithandra bolted towards me with Alistair. I jumped up over their heads with an armless backflip landing behind Alistair taking my knife and stabbing Sithandra sending an electrical charge through the blade. Sithandra was instantly dead when I removed the blade. Two down and one to go.
Alistair swung wildly at me with his sword, the flames barely singeing my skin as I leaned so far back I ended up doing a power-slide. I got up on my feet like a cat brining out my own gun firing upon Alistair. With his blade he deflected each bullet and the flames continued to flicker dangerously.
To my great aim, I nicked Alistair in the arm to drop his sword only for a spilt second, which was more than needed. I started with the melee moves of a kick and punch. He threw hard punches into my ribs knocking me off balance, if I were inexperienced I would be on the floor ready to vomit and beg for mercy. Sadly, that wasn't the case. I braved through my physical discomfort with sheer adrenaline.
Continuing our scuffle, Alistair was gaining upon me. With one mistake of not watching his head, when he got close I head-butted him and then kicked him in the chest until I pinned his ass to the ground. It was perfect timing because only then did the Breens come to raid the Relical. Smiling, I picked up Alistair's disoriented self and shoved him at the Breens. Alistair was strong and he was still fighting the Breens. Clearly, all were focused on him and vice versa. The numbers and quality of both opponents in this fight were well matched.
With the Breens distracted, I was able to get away with the hover-skiff no less. I really didn't feel like dying today from a 2K drop. Manually overriding the systems online I flew away with no issues. Where to head was the problem that I couldn't deal with since I had headaches and possibly a few shifted organs inside my own ribcage.
I knew to head to the Botanical Gardens in Monica City; all I had to do was get passed the wall. The bad thing about Bregna being divided into two factions was the fact that if you passed the wall into enemy territory, you were hunted by your own kind as a traitor or the enemy might kill you if you suck at infiltration.
In one of my past lives I remembered when I was a double-agent. I have dreams of the thrilling adventures I would embark upon. Sadly that death was the only time Breens and Monicans actually tolerated each other long enough to shoot me in the head at the wall where I got caught killing both Breens and Monicans. At that time I went by the name of Aeon as well but I also went by Mrs. Goodchild.
Disgusting.
As I got off the skiff, it was rigged to set off the self-destruction sequence. I had five minutes to get clear, but that was way more than enough. Going through the sewer tunnels was going to get nasty but hey it was necessary. Closing the lid on top of me, I heard the explosion go off and sirens went off in the distance. The smells of the underground was foul, gagging me, but fortunately there was nothing to throw up.
Looking into the mental map in my head of Bregna, I snaked along the walls until I found a back door to the Botanical Gardens. Getting in was easy, but it was extremely humid. The smells of pineapples, orchids, and other things filled the air. I knew that I was in the Tropic Jungle Room. Navigating my way to the exotic and endangered room, I found the largest Venus Fly Trap ever discovered, or at least replicated. Nothing is this world was ever original anymore. The trap was gigantic, about the size of a small car when closed.
Its green skin with red veins made it look like it was animalistic. The serrated edges jutted out here and there. This must have been my lucky day, it was open. So, for my sheer randomly pointless enjoyment, I vaulted over the open trap, only to feel and hear it suddenly snap shut behind me after I had landed on the other side.
A gun clicked and I blinked my eyes with a snap of my head upward to see the next dead person. I shouldn't have jinxed my luck. Trevor Goodchild looked down at me in my crouched cat pose. Gracefully standing up, I never blinked nor did my eyes leave his sight. He followed my movements with his arm perfectly. I forget he's almost as dangerous as me. Almost.
Damn, this is such a good day.
"Hello Aeon."
"Hello Trevor."
"Did you know that the Venus Fly Trap's my favorite flower? It's a shame that it died out in 2011 with the industrial accidents, but at least we have the Xerox copy." I purred tauntingly at him.
"The purple Nightshade is my favorite flower. It is beautiful, rare, toxic, and lethal." Trevor commented so as-a-matter-of-factly. "Let's cut the small talk dear, are you going to pull the trigger or are you going to watch me evade you yet again this week?"
"Aeon, you know I could pull the alarm right now if I wanted. Don't think that all of Bregna is ignorant to that stunt you pulled in the Relical. Part of it blew up. I know you were there." Trevor accused me.
I paused, I may have killed a few people, but I didn't blow up any Part of the Relical. Hell, I may be against the Goodchild regime, but until the Infertility is fixed, humanity can't survive without cloning. I wouldn't hurt humanity. Just their favorite good child.
"I didn't bomb the Relical, just a Breen skiff." I bluntly hissed.
"Don't lie to me Aeon." Trevor heightened his arm at me. Like he would pull the trigger.
"My bet is that it was Alistair, because I left. In fact, at this very particular moment Monicans are hunting me down. Naturally, Breens have always chased me but lacked the ability to finish the job. I know why I am here, but the question is why you are?" I inquired.
"Don't lie to me Aeon. I'm here trying to fix Bregna, while you're destroying it and constantly undermining me." Trevor argued. His dark eyes and ebony hair were so debonair even when he tries to threaten me.
"I'm telling the truth. Not that you'd believe, care, or help me." I sighed. I had no idea what we were planning, and I had no ideas on how to stop it.
"Give me one reason to not shoot you and we will see where that goes." Trevor offered.
"Does the name Nova have any meaning to you?" He froze, blinking as if something hit him. Like a sickness took over.
"Why do you care Aeon? Tell me what you know." Trevor of course, lowered the weapon, but kept his distance.
"Well I do have my price if you really want that information." I stepped closer to him really fast. He held the gun at my bruised waist. I smirked, "Do you really think death frightens me?"
Trevor came in close, "If you do not fear death then what do you fear?"
"Me." I said in an ominous tine.
"Why?" He asked softly.
"I'm the only one that can stop me, I know my weaknesses, my real fears, and I know everything that can erase me even more so than a memory off of the face of the earth." I replied.
"What is your price-?" Before Trevor could finish, I kissed him and he gripped me back passionately, grabbing himself all around me. The pain of my injuries and his pressure up against me was intoxicating, like flirting with death. I loved it.
"What do you know of Nova?" Trevor probed. Business it is then, as always with Trevor.
"Nova was Monica; my mission was to take out Zaaien from the Stream. I was ordered to replace him with Nova's genes. You know what this means don't you?" I asked him, tracing his bottom lip with my pointer finger.
"Monica will come back." Trevor gravely concluded.
"Yes." I said.
"Did you do it Aeon?" Trevor traced my cheek, with the back of his index finger. "No I didn't. I knew something was wrong when Handler sent up red flags about these two. She sent Sybil, Sithandra, and Alistair after me. I think you're pretty caught up for today." I added on.
"Well I think we have something of mutual interest Aeon. You'll be safe with me for the time being…if you're willing to come. Of course, my offer is your choice. You could wait until someone comes to kill you." Trevor slyly implemented into his offer.
"I think you'll be safer with me Trevor. You forget I'm hated by both Breens and Monicans for good reason. It has less to do with my philosophical loyalties and more to do with the danger I am presenting to society. After all, I'm a 'Monican sadist' correct?" I threw that into Trevor's face, he merely laughed at the truth of my words.
Together we left the greenhouse and went off to the Capitol, to engage into something unknown. I never knew it then, but later I knew it would be war.