Part 2: Unkown
John slowly woke up to coughing, he felt his lungs filling up with dead tissue, he rolled over to the bank of the river, coughing up blood into the already tainted current.
He gazed into the reflection, his jet black hair was highlighted with the blood of the pretties he had killed, the scales of his sneak suit had red embedded in them, and its green camouflage pattern was tainted with a crimson shade, making it an odd shade of dark green.
"Unlock." John demanded to the suits artificial intelligence, the small clamps slowly disengaged, John quickly unclasped the top of the suit, withdrawing his arms from the suit, he slowly took off his blood soaked t-shirt and attempted to wring out the red from it.
"Hey john." Orin muttered, sitting up against a nearby tree.
John set down his shirt and looked at Orin, equally as drenched in crimson as John was. Orin slowly pulled off his hood and looked around, although the hood did have cameras and a decent HUD system but ,real vision was still superior.
John was thrown into a fit of coughing; he turned over to the river, more blood coming out.
"You haven't been this bad for a while…" Orin said, looking at the red river.
"Ya I think it's time." John was referring to having his lungs, every 2-3 years he had to have new clone ones replace the old ones, the warning signs that the current ones where giving up is sudden and rapid degeneration of them.
"But what was that she injected with you?" Orin asked, looking at the mark left on his neck.
"It was a antidote? I think? It seems to have worn off." John said, just as confused as Orin.
Orin slowly followed suit, taking off his suit leaving it a hunk of red scales on the bank of the Delaware. His red stained t-shirt was sticking to him, like the memory of the dead bodies.
Orin's gaze slowly drifted to the place where the tower had sunk, pieces of metal still floating in the water.
"Board" John ordered to his suit, it then sent a signal to the board which flew over to him. He slowly offloaded his gear from his mission onto the board's cargo compartment; he removed the knife from the board. He then kicked the board over water; it started to drift through the air.
John heard a snap, reacting on reflex he quikly rolled off the ledge a couple of feet from him with a dull thunk. John quickly put on the upper half of his sneak suit and demanded "engage stealth systems!" from it. A wave passed over him as the scales turned to a dark green, with a shade of red undertone in them.
John slowly climbed up back over the hill to see Orin surrounded by 6 fully clothed figures, hoods and masks and more people were approaching. He saw one of the mysterious figures draw something, a small weapon it looked like, and proceeded to threaten Orin. John slowly approached them, they were standing in a circle around Orin, with one of them interrogating him personally, it was easy for john to sneak up to one of them. To make his move.
"Don't move an inch!" John demanded as he held up his knife to the throat of one of the masked figures.
"Hey you put that down!" John demanded to the figure that was interrogating Orin, the weapon turned out to be a Thin shock stick, used for stunning, or if modified correctly, killing victims.
"Nice and easy." John said as the figure slowly placed the rod on the floor.
"Now back away!" john demanded as he tightened his grip on his hostage and his knife.
"BACK AWAY!" john demanded, slowly cutting the cloth protecting the hostage's neck, a small trickle of blood going down his neck.
The interrogator slowly backed away.
"Now you put that down." John heard from behind him, the reinforcements have arrived and had him trapped. John felt a shock stick buzz above his shoulder, electricity emanating towards the plates on his suit.
John slowly withdrew from his hostage; he began to put the knife down.
But the direction of the knife quickly changed , contacting the stomach of the stranger behind him, this made the stranger release a long yell, he dodged the falling shock stick and then impaled his previous hostage. He removed the knife and ran Towards Oren , he put the knife against Orin's throat.
"Just play along and we should be out if this in no time." John whispered through the hood of his suit, a slight nod from Orin meant he knew. He turned and slowly started to withdrawal, dragging Orin along with him.
"Orin?" they heard from one of the masked figures.
"Cécile? Orin responded, looking at the hooded figure that had spoken to him, the figure removed the mask to show a Ugly girl, around the age of 15.
"It's them." Cécile said to the group, who all lowered there shock sticks and broke formation.
"Mind letting me in?" John whispered to Orin.
"When I know I'll tell you, just let me go." Orin responded, John released him sheathing his knife, and giving Orin a gentle nudge forward.
Orin and Cécile approached each other meeting in a kiss. He then proceeded to ask:
"Why are you here?"
"When you told me of your "mission" and you dint show up after so long I figured something was wrong, so I got some friend to come help and we here we are." She finished.
"When where you gona tell me about her?" John jokingly demanded, waving his arms for emphasis. Since John and nobody else heard there private conversation an awkward silence fell.
"Sometime…. Well John meets Cécile." Orin said, stepping out of the way as John walked up to shake her hand. John removed his full face hood to show his face.
After the formalities were done John simply stated. "Now that you all know who we are could I bother you by having your faces revealed?"
Slowly one by one the strangers removed there masks to revealed uglys, just tricking uglys.
"And just gona ask, what do we do with them?" John asked, kicking one of the injured uglys who let out another yelp.
"Who will notice a couple more dead bodies in the river?" Orin responded
"Orin! Those are my friends!" Cécile responded, giving Orin a kick in the leg.
"Good point, remove the teeth and cut off the fingers." Orin added.
Cécile kicked Orin again, and then motioned for two of the uglys to help them.
"Board!" John demanded from his suit and the board shot out from over the water to where he was standing.
"There should be something to help them in this." John said as he kicked his board towards the injured uglys.
"Hey honey why are you all wearing those suits?" Orin asked looking at the gang of black wearing uglys.
"Diving suits, we figured you all were trapped down there-" she responded pointing out the almost invisible breathing system built in.
"Not that I don't appreciate the thought but-"Orin started but john cut him off.
"Everything down there is dead."
After a awkward moment they heard "The real question is what are YOU wearing!" a male uglie responded pointing at John.
"Stealth systems engage." John whispered to his suit, the suit faded into the background but a still a red tint hung over the suit.
"Stealth systems deactivate." John ordered a couple of seconds later, John slowly reappeared, the scales on the suit turning black.
This answered all questions.
The new cumbers earned a new found respect; anyone that could acquire sneak suits had some serious connections or was hardcore.
"Now kiddies I will be off, Orin you coming?" john asked as he walked over to his hover board and slowly walked onto it.
"Kiddies?" One of the uglys asked, figuring that John wasn't much older than him.
"Ya, call me when you've taken down a major piece of architecture." John responded, slowly hovering up.
"Ya, honey ?" Orin asked looking at Cécile as he called his hover board
"Gota sort this mess out." Cécile responded motioning towards the severely injured uglys.
"Have fun." John responded as he and Orin flew off.