Reinforcements

An inFamous Story

By The Enigmatic Man

Rating: (T)

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Disclaimer: The characters in this story are from the video game inFamous and therefore they are all owned by Sucker Punch. All other characters belong to me.

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Author's Note: Alright, I know what you're all thinking. "Wait, this isn't Jailbreak?" Well, as I began to reach the end of Jailbreak, I realized that its length was almost more than triple the average length of my regular chapters so I decided to split Jailbreak into two separate chapters. I also wanted to give everyone something to keep them entertained with while I added the finishing touches for Jailbreak and I didn't want anyone thinking I stopped working on it. So here you are, enjoy!

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The slow descent of water droplets began to increase in velocity as the light drizzle quickly turned into heavy rain. He made his way down the seemingly endless sidewalk despite his drenched clothes, wet glasses that impaired his vision, and early signs of the flu. He's been caught in the rain many times before but this time was different. It didn't feel like just rain to him. For this poor soul, it felt like endless stones of guilt piercing his body and denting his heart.

The pain was too much to bear…They say that life is about learning from your mistakes but what do you do when your mistakes cost you everything you've ever known and loved?

A bolt of lightning struck the ground not far from where he was, soon after came the roar of the mighty thunder. The flash of light triggered his dreaded memories to remind him of how far he's fallen.

It took him back forty-four days, back to the tiny makeshift building that was being used as a medical center for those injured in the blast. He remembered lying to Trish about seeing Cole unintentionally destroy countless police cars and ambulances at Stampton Bridge before passing out. He could still hear the people calling his best friend a murderer as he desperately tried to run across the bridge with electricity shooting from his arms. He had paid more attention to his best friend than he did the people who were killed instantly by the barrage of lightning bolts coming from the sky. He was so confused, so helpless. His best friend was in a coma and there was nothing he could do but wait. Thankfully, Cole finally woke up. The joy barely had time to sink in when Cole's powers erupted once more right in front of Trish. To his surprise, she didn't care about Cole's "condition". It was then that he realized how much she loved him.

"…Zeke? Is that really you?" a voice asked, freeing Zeke from his painful memories.

Zeke removed his smudged glasses and examined the woman in front of him. After a brief moment Zeke finally recognized the woman but failed to crack a friendly smile. The short, beautiful, brown eyed brunette known as Dwight's Sister Roxanne caused only more pain to fill Zeke's heart as the memory of how he had failed to impress her came rushing back to him.

"How have you been?" She asked after noticing his grimly facial expression.

"I've been fine…I guess…" Zeke replied as he did anything in his power to avoid eye contact.

"Listen Zeke, I know this is awkward but I didn't want you to get the wrong idea about you and me. I can tell you took it a little hard after I said I wanted to be friends." She said, unintentionally forcing him to relive that horrible night on his rooftop.

"Please, it's every guy's dream to hear a girl say they just want to be friends. I took it like how any other guy would take it." Zeke responded as the pain sunk deeper. Wanting to desperately end the torture, he tried to walk past Roxanne but she grabbed his arm before saying, "That didn't mean you didn't have to ever call me again. We could have hung out or gone somewhere. Especially now since the quarantine is almost over."

"Yeah, sure…" Zeke said coldly as he took another attempt at walking away.

"Thank you Zeke…Thank you for finding Dwight for me. I was glad we at least gave him a peaceful funeral..." She said as Zeke continued walking down the sidewalk.

Doctor Alexander's Laboratory

Doctor Alexander's quick keystrokes and soft mumbling had been going on for almost two hours until the doors slid open for the stunning, voluptuous, Doctor Herrera. She slowly made her way toward the frantic man with a smooth and elegant stride that was known for turning heads.

"Honey, are you alright?" She said softly as she noticed his bizarre state.

"Oh, Candace, I didn't hear you come in." The man said as he finally lifted from his computer chair to kiss the woman of his dreams who had also recently became his fiancé.

"I heard about what happen with the Electric-Man and the President yesterday." She said softly, hoping her sincerity would ease his bruised ego.

"I wasn't surprised at his reaction. I told the president that he wouldn't comply but he thinks that electric freak is really going to help us. What a moron…That's why I have to get Project Prometheus off the ground. I have to show him that although a freak accident gave MacGrath his powers, science and ingenuity can give anyone else that same kind of power…maybe even more!" He declared as he returned to his chair and continued inputting random data that only he understood.

"But darling, I don't remember the President giving you permission to start this project." She stated as she placed her hand on his, forcing him to stop his data entry.

He shook her hand off and continued his work before saying, "I'm done waiting on other people to give me permission to do something that's for the good of the country."

"Ryan, look at me." She said as she put her hands on his shoulders.

He stared only at his computer screen as his fingers continued their lightning fast dance across his keyboard. She then spun his chair around and used every ounce of feminine strength in her body to pull him off of his chair by his collar to look him straight in the eyes. After a deep breath she said softly, "Honey, I'm pregnant."

The M.A, B.S, PhD, professor who graduated from Harvard was now at a loss for words. He mustered up as much intellect as he could to form complete sentences. "What, how, when, are you sure? Oh my God. I'm going to be a father?"

"I'm pregnant, you should know how, I just found out last week, and yes I am absolutely positive. That's why I wasn't here when you brought Electric-Man in if you didn't notice. I wanted to make sure before I told you." She stated as she began to slightly chuckle at her fiancé's astounded facial expression. For once he had no words, only expression. He grabbed her waist and spun her around as he embraced the woman he loved like he had never done before.

"Be careful Ryan, I'm carrying a fragile package in here you know." She said jokingly as he gently placed her back down.

"Why are you telling me this now though?" He asked curiously.

"I don't want you to go through with this Prometheus Project...If the president finds out you could be fired, or sent to jail and right now is when I need you the most. No, now is when I and your child need you the most." She said as she put her hands on her love's cheeks.

"You're right…I guess Project Prometheus will be…postponed." He said with a heavy heart.

"Thank you so much honey. I love you." She said with the same beautiful smile that made him fall in love with her.

"I'll do anything for you and our baby." He professed as he went over to the computer and turned it off.

Unknown Government Location

She was slumped over on the table, tired beyond all belief. Most of the lower half of her body was numb after being in the same chair for almost twenty-four hours straight. The only light bulb hovered above her and failed to illuminate the rest of room. No windows, no light, no hope. The sounds of the door opening and closing did not dare disturb her much needed rest. Unfortunately, a persistent and now recognizable voice attempted to force her out of her precious sleep.

"Ms. Dailey…Ms. Dailey! Rise and shine…" the voice called out from the shadows.

"Why am I still here? You got your answers now let me go." Amy replied as she began to wipe her weary eyes.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. You see if we let you go, what's to stop you from looking for your dear friend Cole?" the hidden voice asked.

"I don't want anything to do with Cole anymore. After all, he watched my sister die and did nothing to help her." Amy declared as she began to clench her fists. "Why in God's name should I care what happens to him?"

"Very true, yet you could be playing us into thinking that you hate him." The man speculated.

"My sister is dead because of him!" she yelled as she leaped out of her chair and proceeded to charge toward where she assumed the man was standing. Before she could, two men who she didn't even know were there grabbed her by the arms.

The sounds of the door opening ended Amy's struggle with the guards as she tried to imagine who this "new visitor" could be. To her surprise, the lights turned on and finally showed her what for so long she knew to be just shadows and voices.

Two individuals entered the room with the same stone cold expressions on their faces. The man was a white male holding a thick manila folder and dressed in the usual suits you see all the secret government organizations wearing on television.

"It can't be…agent Fitzgerald? You're interrupting a very important investigation." the interrogator exclaimed, now giving Amy a face to match with his voice.

"This is over. I have official orders from the White House stating that I take Amy Dailey into custody so that the President himself can question her." Agent Fitzgerald declared as he dropped the folder onto the table.

"You've got to be kidding me!" The man replied as he grabbed the folder and began flipping through the pages in disbelief.

"We don't joke around in the F.B.I. If you have a problem I can call the President right now so you can tell him how you refuse to comply with his request." Agent Fitzgerald responded.

"…Fine. Looks like you're out of here Ms. Dailey." The man said as he began to grit his teeth.

Amy was eager to leave the dreadful room but still worried about where she was going to be taken next. The man referred to as "Agent Fitzgerald" politely offered his arm to escort her out of the room but she refused. After the countless hours in a government interrogation room, anyone with a suit and a smile could not be trusted in her mind.

They made their way through the hallway that seemed to stretch on for miles. Amy refused to say a word, saving her story for when the man asked her the two thousand questions she just finished answering from the other man. However, this man didn't ask her a thing. He was calm and collected for the time being and seemed to be actually…nice. He gave a nod to the guard by the door who watched them both walk away to the helipad.

She followed Agent Fitzgerald to the large black helicopter that had been much larger than the one she was on when she was taken from Empire City. The man waited for her to step inside first, being ever so polite. Once they were both safely inside the helicopter and it started to lift off of the ground, it was as if the calm persona shattered to reveal a panicked paranoid child.

"Oh my God that was so close. I can't believe I did that. Ms. Dailey you are so lucky I didn't just crack right there!" Agent Fitzgerald shouted as his heart raced like no she'd ever seen before.

"Don't mind him Miss. He's always like that." The pilot stated with a young feminine voice.

"Wait, what's going on?" Amy asked as the thoughts of being kidnapped yet again only made her begin to panic.

"Don't worry Amy Dailey. Everything will be answered on the way back to Empire City." The pilot stated.

"Just who are you guys?" Amy questioned.

"You can call that frantic mess Peter Fitzgerald, and I'm Moya Jones. We have a plan that you might be interested in." Agent Jones replied.

Neon District, Empire City

He finally made it to the top of his roof after climbing what seemed to be an endless staircase that somehow got steeper after every step upward. He opened the door and did nothing as the wave of memories flooded his mind before he could even blink. The rooftop served as the perfect place to kick back and relax after a hard day's work or when things weren't going as well with significant others.

He sluggishly dropped himself on the soft red sofa and wondered to himself how he could have betrayed the one friend who always stuck with him through everything. How could he have looked him in the eye and was willingly about to kill thousands of lives all for the powers his friend possessed?

Thankfully, the Ray Sphere didn't activate but that didn't make a difference after he left his friend behind and left with the man who pretended to offer him a solution to his lust for power. He saw his friend hold the love of his life in his arms for the last time as her life slowly came to an end. He knew it wasn't the right time to apologize. He visited her grave frequently but made sure to avoid his friend out of fear. Fear of the consequences for his betrayal, fear that his friend would give no regard to his heroic image and send a lightning bolt straight through his heart. He decided to apologize to him via radio but there was no response. In the end, he tried to prove his regret by interfering in the final showdown but he was easily shoved aside by the immensely powerful Kessler. By the time he was back on his feet, the fight was over. He simply watched in confusion as Kessler grabbed his friend's head and then simply let go. He didn't have the nerve to ask his friend what had happened because of yet another failed attempt at being a hero but he could feel something change in his friend. The fear still lingered in him and forced him to remain silent as he watched his friend walk away from the place where he first got his powers.

Zeke took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

If I could take it back Cole I would…I would give anything to undo it all…make things right between us. I just…

The sound of the door opening caused Zeke to quickly jump up off the couch with hope, the hope that Cole had finally returned but unfortunately his guests were two unfamiliar individuals and one surprising face.

"Amy, is that really you!?" Zeke shouted in absolute shock.

"Yes Zeke, it's me." Amy said as she walked past the two agents.

"Oh my God! I can't believe it! You're really alive, this is great! I thought-" Zeke shouted in hysteria.

"-I know Zeke, it's a long story. There are more important things I have to talk about though." Amy replied as she tried to calm him down.

"Who are they?" Zeke asked once he regained his composure.

"I'll explain that later, right now there's something I need to know Zeke. What really happened to my sister?" Amy said softly, her words barely reaching Zeke's ears.

Zeke's heart dropped into his stomach as the joy he had just started to embrace quickly changed back to the guilt that has been weighing him down for weeks. She sat him back down on the couch after noticing his hesitation to respond. He sat there like a vegetable, staring at the ground as if it was about to open up and swallow him hole but he wasn't that lucky. Amy noticed the sweat beading above his eye brows and remembered how Zeke was never very good under pressure.

"Can you guys give us a minute? It won't be too long I promise." Amy said as she turned back to the intimidating government agents.

"Alright but make it quick. We have a small window of opportunity here and it would be wise if we took advantage of it." Agent Jones stated as Agent Fitzgerald opened the door for her. The door slowly closed behind them and Amy quickly turned her attention to Zeke who kept his gaze locked on the ground.

"Zeke just tell me, please." Amy begged as she placed her hand on his knee.

Zeke continued staring down but soon let out a deep sigh before explaining, "Cole was chasing this man into the Historic District when he saw a bunch of people tied up next to a bomb. The man told him there were three bombs scattered around the Historic District and that more people were also tied up. Cole later found out that if he failed, the man was going to kill Trish. Cole let nothing slow him down and he managed to drain every bomb before they blew, but the entire thing was meant to distract him." Zeke stood up and walked over to the edge of the roof to view the beautiful view as the worst part of the story drew near. "The man tied up and suspended six doctors from the roof of a building while down the block there was only one person suspended from the roof."

"…Trish…" Amy silently interjected.

"Exactly…The man forced Cole to choose between the six innocent doctors or the woman he loved. Cole saved the doctors and was forced to watch Trish fall. Her grave is in the Historic District Memorial Park now. Amy, I'm so sorry." Zeke said as he turned back to Amy.

"It's alright Zeke. Cole did what was best for Empire City and that's what mattered…I know Trish is very proud of him and so am I…Thank you for telling me Zeke. By the way, what ever happened to the man?" Amy asked.

"They fought exactly where Cole was supposed to have died from the explosion and in the end, Cole killed him." Zeke stated.

"What was his name?" Amy questioned.

"His name was Kessler." Zeke said as he looked away for a brief moment.

That bastard…

Amy's stomach turned as she remembered Cole telling her on the exact same rooftop that Kessler was in fact Cole from the future. It finally began to make sense to her. When Cole told her Kessler wanted to test him to ensure that he would be ready to face his destiny, he meant by forcing Cole to make decisions based on the common good instead of personal desires.

"Amy, are you alright?" Zeke asked after noticing her sudden silence.

"I'm…fine. Listen, the reason I came here is because I need your help." Amy began to explain.

"…My help? What do you need my help for?" Zeke asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Those other two people I was with are going to help me find and free Cole. We could use all the man power we can get." Amy stated.

"I don't know Amy, Cole might not be too excited to see me." Zeke said gravely.

The squeak of the door interrupted the conversation as the two agents casually made their way closer to the pair.

"We have to go now. We found what we were looking for and we need to act fast. Are you going to join us or not Zeke Jedediah Dunbar?" Agent Jones said.

What the…Cole was the only person who ever knew my full name…Who is this woman?

"Zeke, we have to do this for Cole and for Trish. She gave her life knowing that Cole would always do what's best for Empire City and right now he's probably on the operating table waiting for us. Whatever crap you two went through will be put aside, please just help us." Amy said boldly.

"…I'm in…what are your names again?" Zeke said curiously.

"We'll do introductions later, let's go!" Agent Jones declared.

The Warren, Empire City

Agent Fitzgerald slowly drove past the place the locals named "Tent City" which was also known by many to be the home of the infamous Dustmen gang. Unfortunately for the two agents, their task was going to be harder then they thought as they didn't spot any Dustmen in the area.

"I've got to hand it to Cole; he really cleaned up places even as messed up as the Warren." Agent Fitzgerald noted.

"What do we do now? Leave a note on the door saying to give us a call?" Zeke sarcastically commented.

"We have to strike today, for all we know Cole could be dead tomorrow." Agent Jones said plainly.

They continued to drive around what used to be known as the "Slums of the Warren" until Cole began cracking down even harder on the criminals. As their luck would have it, they came across exactly what they were looking for near the famous Chummy Chicken by the northeastern docks.

Agent Fitzgerald parked the car near the Chummy Chicken and turned back to Zeke and Amy before saying, "We'll be right back."

Moya and Peter casually made their way down the sidewalk as if it were just another day in Empire City until they quickly turned the corner behind an abandoned building.

Their unsuspecting target stood only a few feet away staring off into the sea. His machine gun was still held firmly in his hand so the pair approached with caution. They silently removed their guns from their holsters and crept up behind him. Peter looked at Moya and began to slowly count down from three with his fingers but before he could reach two, Moya kicked the back of the Dustman's knee causing him to drop to his knees before she pinned him down with all of her weight.

She steadily held her gun to his head before exclaiming, "Agent Jones of the F.B.I! Drop your weapon now!"

The Dustman silently complied and released his grip on his gun while Agent Fitzgerald kicked the gun out of the criminal's reach.

"Alright listen up, I'm not going to arrest you or kill you. We need your help with something." Agent Jones stated.

"Well too bad, I'd never help a pig!" The Dustman shouted.

Moya pressed the end of her gun closer to the Dustman's head and said, "Well you really don't have a choice now do you? Tell me where Alden is." Agent Jones demanded.

"Alden died thanks to your so called hero." The Dustman replied.

"So you're just going to lie to me now? Well I guess I should just blow your brains out and find another Dustman to ask. Besides, I want to talk to him about a business proposition that would definitely be in your benefit." Agent Jones declared.

"Look, I already told you Alden is dead." The Dustman responded.

"And what if I told you that we have satellite photos of Alden surviving his swim after he fell of the bridge? Don't play games with me." Agent Jones said.

"…Alright. I'll take you to him." The Dustman said quietly.

"That's more like it." Moya said as she helped the Dustman get up off of the ground.

She gestured with her gun to walk on ahead as Agent Fitzgerald slowly approached her with the Dustman machine gun in hand.

"We don't have satellite photos of Alden." Peter whispered.

"I know that, but he doesn't." Moya replied.

"But how did you know Alden really was alive?" Peter asked.

"This guy can lift busses just by flicking his fingers in the air; I don't think falling of a bridge would really affect him." Moya responded

The Dustman took the two agents to the nearby abandoned building and opened the back door that appeared to be boarded shut. The agents stood by the doorway as the boarded windows allowed the darkness of the building to conceal its inner contents. Suddenly, the lights turned on and the Dustman who seemed to have been consumed by the darkness stood by the hidden light switch. The inside was as filthy and empty as anyone would assume from glancing at the outside. The only thing in the room was a pair of staircases on both sides that connected to a balcony which lead to another boarded up door.

After a quick glance around the inside of the empty building, Moya stated, "There's nothing here. I swear, if you're playing games with me I'll-"

"-Follow me." The Dustman replied as he began to walk beneath the balcony. He examined the wall and found the fake panel that when pushed, reveals a hidden elevator behind the wall where a broken bookcase lay.

"I'm not sure about this Moya." Peter whispered.

"We have no choice, now let's go." Moya replied.

The elevator could fit a dozen hefty Dustmen so the three passengers had more than enough room to stand comfortably.

"Who would've thought that the Dustmen could actually be this well organized." Agent Jones commented as the elevator doors began to close.

"We've had these elevators built for emergencies in case we needed to escape or meet up somewhere." The Dustman stated.

"You mean there are more?" Agent Fitzgerald asked.

"We have abandoned buildings like these all over the Warren District." The Dustman replied.

"Where is it taking us?" Agent Jones asked firmly.

"It's going to take us to our underground hideout that we now use to avoid that electric friend of yours. All the elevators lead to tunnels that take everyone to the same place. That place is where Alden is." The Dustman stated.

"Good…" Agent Jones said quietly.

The elevator finally came to a stop and the doors slid open. The tunnel looked like a mining tunnel with the lights placed along the walls with wires that ran straight toward their destination. They continued walking until they reached what looked like a pile of rocks that blocked their way.

"A dead end…You've got to be kidding me." Agent Jones said in frustration.

"You pigs really aren't all that smart are you?" The Dustman said as he pulled what looked like a smaller rock in between the larger rocks. The smaller rock acted as a door knob which when pulled, pulled the entire wall of rocks to the side.

"Now I've seen everything." Agent Fitzgerald said jokingly.

"Come on, this way." The Dustman said as he continued to lead the two.

They progressed further until they finally reached their destination. In front of them was a wall with a single light above a terribly painted red door. The Dustman opened the door and the two agents behind held their hands close to their holsters in case things were going to get nasty.

They stepped in and saw dozens of Dustmen in what would appear to be a cozy penthouse suite without the view. There were enormous televisions, amazing sound systems, a bar with hundreds of drinks, several refrigerators, and Moya would've put her entire life on it that none of it was paid for. The moment the agents entered the threshold, every Dustman grabbed the nearest weapon they could find and aimed it at both the agents and the treacherous Dustman who brought them.

"Wait! They just want to talk to Alden about a proposition!" The Dustman shouted as he threw his hands in the air.

Silence filled the room as the rest of the Dustmen looked around, unable to read each other's facial expressions because of their cheap masks.

"We know how to make you all very rich and even get you out of Empire City with no problem from the police if we just talk to Alden." Agent Jones said bravely.

"Very well then…The three of you, follow me." One of the Dustmen said as he signaled for the rest of the Dustmen to lower their weapons.

They were lead deeper into the lavished room until they came upon a single titanium bolted door with no handle stood. The lead Dustman called out, "Alden, sir, a fellow Dustman has brought two pigs with him to propose a deal."

The large door opened and as they continued to walk inside, the large door shut it self behind them. The trio now found themselves trapped and in the presence of the immensely powerful Alden.

Alden sat in a black leather chair behind a large wooden desk with his knuckles pressed to his face. Other than Alden, the chair, and the desk, the room appeared completely empty.

"A deal is it?" Alden asked as he gave a full scan of the people brought to him.

"Yes, we've come to talk to you about a deal." Agent Jones stated as she stepped forward, looking Alden straight in the eye.

"And what makes you think I need anything? Look around, I'm sure you've noticed how comfortably my Dustmen are living. What could you possibly offer?" Alden asked as he gave Agent Jones his grizzled stare.

"I doubt any of that was paid for, and if you cooperate, we could make sure you will have enough money to actually own everything down here." Agent Moya said as he persisted on selling her lie.

Alden slammed his fist on the table and exclaimed, "I already own everything down here! It's all mine! I was cast out into the streets as a child and watched as the people would go about their merry ways not giving a damn about anyone less fortunate then themselves. That's what makes stealing from them so enjoyable. To watch as their precious possessions get taken away is what helps me deal with my own pain, the pain that Kessler caused me when I was so young!"

"Then how about freedom? What if we promise you a way out of this quarantine undetected. You can walk away from all of this as a freeman." Agent Fitzgerald offered as he stepped next to his partner.

"How about I just kill the three of you for wasting my time with such farfetched schemes?" Alden asked maliciously as he used his telekinetic abilities to lift the hidden panels on the walls, revealing two unmanned machine gun turrets.

"Wait, sir, please!" The Dustman begged as the barrels on the turrets began to turn.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Alden." Agent Jones said plainly with a grin on her face.

"And why is that?" Alden asked.

"The government doesn't know where we are but if we push a little button on our cufflink, it'll activate a homing beacon that'll lead the entire United States Armed Forces down here. Even if you somehow manage to get away, I don't think your Dustmen will which leaves you with no one to command." Agent Jones stated with a smile.

"…And what is it you require from me?" Alden asked after realizing he had just lost the battle.

"We need your help breaking into a top secret government facility to break someone out." Agent Fitzgerald declared.

"Sounds interesting, but who am I going to help you free?" Alden questioned.

"We're going to free Cole MacGrath, also known as Electric Man." Agent Jones said.

"Absolutely not, that little worm tried to steal my Ray Sphere and helped Kessler get his hands on it. It's his fault we're down here in the first place. He's put nearly all of my men behind bars! Why would I ever want to help break him free?" Alden said with unquestionable rage in his voice.

"What if we don't help Cole and the government starts turning anyone they want into super electric soldiers? How are you going to like it if some pumped up pigs come down here to take you all out?" Agent Jones stated.

"That couldn't be possible…" Alden said in disbelief.

"Who knows? No one has ever seen anyone like Cole before but I know without a doubt that the government will definitely be willing to try anything they can." Agent Fitzgerald added.

"You might have a point." Alden said.

"So then you'll help us?" Agent Jones asked.

"Agreed…on the conditions that once we break that fool free, he's not to give my Dustmen any problems and that you can find a way to get us all safely out of this quarantine." Alden demanded.

"Done and done. Meet us on the roof of the old Coleridge College in about an hour." Agent Jones declared.

Alden flicked his wrist and gestured toward the opening titanium door. The two agents began to exit with the Dustman behind them until Alden called out for the Dustman to stay.

As the pair of agents waited by the door to see what was about to happen, the Dustman who lead them there appeared and said, "Come, this way." The door shut and the sounds of turret barrels spinning was quickly followed by bullets piercing flesh. The horrible screams of a man barely reached outside the tightly sealed door but still managed to reach the three listeners as the left.

"There was no way he was going to get away with bringing you two down here." The Dustman said coldly.

Coleridge College, Empire City

Agent Jones forcefully pushed the rusted resilient door open and looked around with her gun in hand to make sure the roof was secure. Once everything looked clear, the group stepped out and looked around at the amazing view of the Warren District.

"Well we made it to the roof, now what?" Amy asked as she began to look around curiously.

"We wait for the last member of our little group to join us." Agent Jones stated.

"Where's that other agent guy?" Zeke asked.

"Peter will be with us shortly. I need him to go fetch me something." Agent Jones replied.

"And here I am." Alden said as he stepped out of his makeshift elevator that was made with random scraps of metal and propelled by Alden's own telekinesis.

"Your bringing Alden with us! You can't be serious!" Zeke shouted furiously. Suddenly, Zeke's memories of that horrible scene at the prison flashed in his head.

All those slaughtered police officers…it was because of me…Cole wanted to, and he should've ended me right there…

"I remember you. You're the kind fellow who made it so easy for me to break out of Eagle Point Penitentiary. I do believe I owe you a thank you." Alden said maniacally.

Zeke reached for his pistol but before he could draw it, Amy grabbed him around his torso and held his arms to his sides as she said, "Calm down Zeke, don't worry its alright. If Moya and Peter brought him here, it's for a good reason."

"Wait a minute, 'Moya'? You're the woman that lied to Cole and sent him after the Ray Sphere! You lied about everything, John told us!" Zeke shouted as he suddenly realized he was almost completely surrounded by old enemies.

"Settle down Zeke, it's not what you think." Agent Jones said calmly.

"Not what I think? You played Cole like a sap and then bring one of Cole's most powerful enemies on this so called rescue mission? I don't believe this!" Zeke exclaimed.

"Listen Zeke, yes I lied, yes I tricked him to go after the Ray Sphere, but I also promised Cole I would help him and now I'm afraid he's in trouble. We're the only ones who can get him out, don't you see that?" Agent Jones said with an odd sense of sincerity.

"I'm with Moya." Amy stated.

"Amy, you don't know these people, they could be lying to you to." Zeke claimed.

"I don't care, I want to help Cole and I'll do everything I can to make sure he's alright." Amy declared.

"The only way we can do that is if we do it together. That means you too Zeke." Agent Jones said.

"Fine…Where is this government place at anyway?" Zeke asked as he began to grit his teeth.

"It's in the middle of the Atlantic ocean." Agent Jones replied.

"And how the hell do you propose we get there? I don't have a spare boat on my rooftop." Zeke said sarcastically, the sting of his enemies' presence still burning in his mind.

Suddenly, the sounds of spinning helicopter blades began to make their way across the sky as they got closer to the group's position. The large black helicopter hovered nearby with Agent Fitzgerald as its pilot.

"Tuck in your skirts ladies, its time to go." Agent Jones said.

END