Guess who's back?
Amy: Backstreet-
Me: NO! I was talking about smash jokes!
So, after this chapter is put up, a smash jokes will be up and ready! Please enjoy it, because from what I remember, you guys liked it!
Erin: A lot.
Amy: More then this crappy fanfiction.
Erin: Well, being how yours was filled with typos-
Amy: So is this one.
Erin: Yes, but you're outdated.
Amy: But I was the first.
Erin: Which meant that you got all of the mistakes.
Amy: Why you little-!
Me: Let's just move on, I've got a lot planned today!
ONWARDS!
London at night was a lot worse than London at day.
The sky was black, casting its shadow all over the lands. The buildings resembled tall dark evils, demons if you would. The street lights provided little to no protection from the dark, only allowing for more fear of what couldn't be seen.
But, to the street people, it was more comfortable than jail cells.
Up above, on a roof, a figure stood. He wore a dark black cloak with a hood, belts and harnesses holding all kinds of toys under it. The long sleeves covered his thin and long daggers, the hood covering his dark smile.
He nodded, before turning around, jumping a bit to see a figure behind him, "No one's around here, Erin."
Unlike all the other times, Erin looked like a badass. With a black cloak and gold rims, she had harnesses over her chest, each holding a dagger or ten. Her belt held her gun and newly acquired cane-sword. She wore a leather vest and white dress shirt under, her leather cloak looking a lot like a sort of stiff dress, with her dress pants under. Her left hand, from her fingers to the middle of her forearm, was covered with a leather gauntlet, which was covered with all sorts of new toys.
Best gift from Zig ever.
"I'm loving the Evie Frye look." Hank grinned, pulling his hood down in order to get a better look at the factory building before him.
"Save the sweet words for Zig." Erin teased, nearly snickering out loud when Hank's face went red.
"C-can we please just go ahead and get this one with!?"
"Yeh." She murmured, an uncontrollable fire flickering dangerously in her eyes, "Let's ready them then, shall we?"
They turned around to the unit of boys, all dressed in similar attire: cloaks of a thin leather, only to hide rather than to defend.
Thank God Erin was able to "find" these coats, God knew how much they would have costed.
She didn't need Zig to slaughter her just yet.
"Alright, you guys know the plan." Erin said, pulling her hood off, wisteria hair billowing about in the night breeze, "I need Hank's group to stay outside to make sure that we don't get screwed, the rest of you take the sides of the building. Wait for my signal before going in."
They all nodded, before a boy raised his hand, "Won't you need help once you get inside, Dusty? I mean, you don't have Zig with you."
"Thanks but no thanks; kiddo. I've got this." Erin insisted, before giving the other leaders a look, "I don't want any deaths from this gang, got that?"
"Yeah, sure; whatever." Max murmured, yawning, before giving his part of the gang a look, "Well? What are you all waiting for!? Hurry up and get to your positions!"
The boys, scared out of their minds, nodded quickly, before dashing off, Max cursing quietly behind them. Erin couldn't help but sigh, giving Luke a look, "Please don't end up like him."
Luke gave her a toothy yet troubled grin, before saluting, "Sure thing, Dusty!" Luke said, before waving his team over, "Lez go!"
"Could they be any louder?" Mathew muttered from behind Erin, "They do understand what 'covert operation' means, right?"
Erin shrugged, a bit too preoccupied with keeping her excitement down. God, she hasn't done one of these in a long ass time, and that bubbly adrenaline feeling was slowly but surely building, "they know what they're doing, I have faith in them."
"That makes one of us." Dylan muttered.
Erin gave Dylan a look, before nodding to Mathew, "You've got the far right corner?"
Mathew nodded, giving a small salute before quickly jogging off, his team following in silent pursuit.
"Anyone else agree on the fact that Mathew is like a carbon copy of Oliver?" Dylan asked, more to himself than anyone else, "I mean, they're both so…you know."
Erin gave him a look, before sighing, "Well, Mathew and Oliver are really good friends, so it would only make sense. Now get going, and take Theo with you."
Dylan nodded, before tiny Theo bounced over to him, "Let's go!"
Dylan nodded, "Hmm." He murmured, before walking off, "Tiny Theo" following right behind, skipping and laughing lightly like a child.
"And he wonders why we call him the child." Hank murmured, making Erin nodded lightly, before sighing, "Why do I, the leader of the night gang, have to stay here? I mean, I've got the biggest team-."
"Which is why you've got to play look out." Erin murmured, "Besides, this is meant to be a small theft mission."
"Because stealing crates of weapons is 'a small theft'." Hank murmured, only to have Erin punch his shoulder, "Oye!"
"Just stay quiet and listen to me." Erin murmured, before looking up at the factory roof, aiming her gauntlet at the roof, before pressing a button. A grapple shot out of her wrist area, attaching to the edge, before being pulled up to the roof.
With ease, Erin pulled herself onto the roof, looking over the factory. Like all of them, it had many large holes in the ceiling, with fans to help ventilation. Erin looked over one, watching as the blades whipping about, seeing nothing but shadow under the fans. She sighed, before jumping up, doing a pencil dive straight down through the fan blades, clearing it within a centimeter of her hair, before dropping into the dark.
She flung her arm out, quickly catching hold of something that felt like metal, before pulling herself up. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, the moonlight from outside being her only real source of light. Slowly, she realized was on top of a tall metal shelf, seeming to be built into the wall. Inside of the factory, many different machines stood, all of which seemed to be running of coal power. It took awhile for her eyes to adjust to the low light that each machine seemed to give off, the coals burning a dim red behind the grates.
She found it slightly odd, being how the fire was going on, and yet, not a single worker was around.
She sighed, before slowly climbing down, her right hand feeling odd on the cold steel shelf, before jumping down. The stone floor was covered in coal dust and dirt, Erin's boots quickly covered in the substance.
She sighed, "Aww, these are new!" She murmured, before rubbing the back of her head, "Zig's gonna have my head." She groaned, before looking around. It was odd, to be in such a big place, only to find no one there. But, at the same time, she wasn't complaining.
It made her job easier.
She stalked about for a while, hiding her the shadows, before she heard whistling. She smirked a bit evilly, before poking her head out and around the corner, nodding with approval. She could work with this.
Around the bend was what looked like an older man, spitting curses of annoyance, as he swept up the mess. Erin slowly snuck closer, listening in to what he was saying.
"Damn kids…Can't do their job or be clean…Make me do more work…" The man murmured in a gritty voice, sweeping away at the ground. Erin smirked softly, pulling out her cane from her pocket, before silently unsheathing it. She decided not to play too much with this one, with so much at stake, quickly moving to cover his mouth, before shoving the tip end of her cane right through his back.
His eyes widened, mouth opened in a silent scream of pain, before Erin eased him down to the ground. She sighed, looking around, before looking back down at the body, "I don't suppose that you know where they keep the guns now, do ya?"
No answer.
"…No? eh, didn't think so."
Erin stretched a bit, looking around, "Now or never."
She whistled three sharp notes into the sky, before waiting. Seconds later, the sound was repeated, before she heard quiet shuffling footsteps. She smirked, before turning around, "I've yet to locate the weapons, so search the area. Once your team has found them, call the rest. Do NOT wait for me. Once you've got what we needed, leave."
Dylan nodded, before he and Theo dashed off, their team following. Luke seemed to whisper something to Max, who quickly got a hold of his ear, dragging his younger brother behind him, silently forcing his team to follow.
"So, no one's here?" Mathew asked quietly, dull blue eyes looking a lot more menacing in the lighting of the dim fires.
"No one else besides that guy." Erin said, gesturing to the body, of which Mathew's men were now looting.
Mathew nodded, before looking around, "Strange, isn't it?" He murmured, "I mean, a large child labor factory like this, and no one's around."
Erin nodded, before shaking her head, "Well, they've got to have breaks at night, right?" She asked, trying to justify this almost haunting feeling. Mathew sighed, before shaking his head. He signed an order to his team, before walking on.
Erin shook herself out of her head, before climbing up a machine. After all of the training she'd received from only the best, it was so easy to maneuver herself. Within a matter of seconds, she was perched on the top, smoke coming out of a pipe behind her, looking around.
From her point, she could see everything, even with her hood down. She couldn't help but smile a bit, watching her gang slowly and quietly tear apart the factory for goods. She watched a group of three, all most likely friends, hovering over one of them, the middle boy holding some sort of trinket.
She laughed lightly, only to watch as a light shone in from the other side of the building. She looked over, ready to watch and scold Hank for running in, only to have it be a whole different team.
Cops.
But no, just simple plain old cops would not have been enough.
They had to be Ashford guards.
Which meant-
"I want this place searched high and low. Do NOT stop till we find the bloody git!"
…Crayden.
Erin cursed, before jumping down from the machine, doing a tumble, before rushing to the nearest group.
Dylan gave her a look, "…You okay?"
"I don't know how, but we've got company." Erin whispered, catching a slight fear in Theo's sky blue eyes.
"I thought that Hank was on the lookout." He whispered, "That was his one job!"
"Right now, it doesn't matter, Crayden's here." Erin murmured.
Dylan nodded, before looking down the hall, "We found a door down there. The rest of the boys are in there, getting the weapons out."
"Good." Erin nodded, before turning around to the quiet but frantic running footsteps. She sighed, "Hank? What are you doing here?"
"And why did you let them in!?" Theo murmured, eyes still wide with fear.
"I didn't see them come in." Hank murmured, wheezing as he tried to control his breathing, "It would seem that my boys were coming to tell me of the breach, but by then, they got in."
Erin groaned, before slapping him in the back of the head, "You can't even do the simplest of things without your own little flare, can you, Hankamia?"
Hank wasn't sure if he should have felt embarrassed or not, before loud footsteps sounded, "Sir! We found a body!"
Erin cursed, before looking at Dylan, "How's the moving going?"
"We're almost done," Dylan murmured, catching a thumbs up from Luke, "But we don't have enough time to get out."
"Leave it to me." Erin murmured, "Just help them get out. Your men are still watching the back exit, right, Hank?"
"Yeah." Hank murmured, before giving Erin a look, "You can't be serious about holding them all off on your own; right?"
"I couldn't be more serious." Erin whispered, hearing the footsteps come closer, slowly becoming louder.
"Hurry up!" Max whispered yelled, eyes wide with excitement and a hint of fear, "We've got the stuff; we need to move now!"
Erin nodded, before facing the others, "All of you get out of here, get back to the base. I will be there as soon as I'm sure that they won't follow us."
"Erin, think logically." Mathew tried to reason, "You can't hold them all of."
Erin's eyes narrowed, a small fire of challenge behind them, before she grinned, "Watch me."
"Well, we can't do that when we're going!" Luke murmured, before rushing off, "Night team, on my lead!"
"Hey, that's my thing!" Hank whisper yelled, before dashing off, leading the rest of them off.
Erin sighed, a small smile on her face, before turning around, "Well, you wanna play with fire, Crayden? Fine." She murmured, the roaring fire from within her raging, fighting to finally be released.
All the excitement, the fear, the anxiety; all of it came to a boiling point. And, for once in a long time, Erin didn't force it back down. She didn't try to contain it, rather, she let it overflow, her veins becoming filled with liquid fire.
A shiver went down Erin's spine, before pulling out a box of matches, taking a single one out, "Let's play."
With each step, the group grew more nervous. Each of the men knew of the chase they've been giving the infamous Erika Ackerman, they knew of the death of Anastasia Ashford; and thus, they knew how crucial this all would be.
Suddenly, the second in command, a guy by the name of Toby, shot his hand up, "…Do you guys smell that?"
"What on earth are you talking about?' Crayden demanded, annoyed.
"Sir…It smells like something is burning." Toby murmured.
"This place is filled with coal-powered machines," Crayden insisted, "Keep moving."
But, slowly, the factory became extremely hot. "Sir, do you think-?"
"No." Crayden murmured, eyes wide as his fingers made there way to the burn mark on his face, "No…She couldn't have…Right?"
Just then, the area got bathed in a bright orange and red glow, the source right around the corner. One of the lead men, got pushed ahead, his knees shaking. He shook his head, only to have all of the others nod, putting on fake smiles.
He gulped, before raising his gun, slowly turning the corner. He whimpered, before whipping around, shooting while screaming. His eyes only opened when he ran out of bullets, looking around to see…
…A fallen match.
He laughed weakly, bending over to pick it up, only to hear a voice be cleared behind him. Scared out of his mind, he rose and turned, looking at the hooded figure with shock and a bit of fear; even if it was shorter than her, "…Who…Who are you?"
The hooded figure pulled its hood down to reveal…A smiling teenager.
With a fire in her eyes.
Much worse.
She smirked, before picking up the match, "Hey there…Wanna see a magic trick?"
On the other side of the bend, after the shots, it was quiet. The men looked at each other, shrugging. He was a newbie after all; maybe he'd died of a heart attack?
At least, they thought that, before the dim fire got brighter, the sound of screaming on the other side. As the fire got closer, they all backed up, only to have their eyes widen with horror. Screaming, the newbie ran about, trying to put himself out, only to collapse, his hand outstretched, before it turned to ash.
All that was left of him was a pile of ash.
They all looked at it in horror and shock, only to have someone drop down from behind them, "God, it feels good to let go!"
They all jumped, ready to fire, but it was too late.
She wasn't there anymore.
"Turtle formation!" Toby shouted, voice cracking with fear, before the team of ten (now nine) men complied.
They could only see so much in the dim factory, all shaking, while Crayden scowled, "Come out and face us, child!"
She laughed, the sound dark and eerie, coming from everywhere and nowhere, "Where's the fun in that, Crayden!? It's much more entertaining to watch you all tremble with fear."
Moments later, a man seized up, before falling over, a knife sticking out of the back of his head.
Crayden scowled, before pulling out his gun, "Don't make me call for backup, child! I will not hesitate to kill you on sight; with or without my men."
Erin laughed, still perched in her unknown position, "You know, Crayden; I find our game a little funny. I mean, of all men, you should know of the Phoenix. Once it comes near death, it'll just-."
Another man fell dead.
"-Come-."
Another fell dead, eyes wide with sudden pain.
"-Back."
Another fell to his face, coughing up a bit of blood, before clawing at the knife in his gut in vain, slowly and painfully dying.
"Go ahead, try to extinguish me. I dare you."
"We're nearly out of men, sir." Toby said, "We need to call them in."
Crayden growled, before nodding, "You won't like this game, child. This game, this game you won't rule over."
Erin laughed darkly, watching as Crayden shouted a code order into his device, "We'll see, Crayden…After all, I am the puppet master."
Moments later, the doors were busted down once again, this time, it was a small army of big buff men.
Erin scowled, shaking her head; so they've teamed up.
Perfect.
She jumped down from her perch, silent as the wind, before dropping down on two of Crayden's men, one getting a hidden blade to the back of the head, while the other got the hidden cane.
Crayden watched wit shock, as she casually wiped off the blades, smirking, "You want to play, old man? Fine, let's play."
She smirked, before jumping up, the air she was once in shot by Toby. She heard him curse, as she scampered over to another metal shelf, watching the two groups exchange.
"What do you want us to do, Crayden?"
"Find her and kill her!"
"T and D's orders, she must come with us alive."
Erin smirked, as she heard Crayden growl, "Very well…But, they said nothing about injuries."
"Understood, sir. Move out!"
Erin sighed, "You know; cheating is against the rules. It makes the game harder for me." She murmured, before grinning like a mad man, pulling out another match, "I love it."
The TD men walked about, being as quiet as you'd expect men in heavy vests and mini guns. Really, they resembled giants trying to tiptoe.
One of them looked up, "Did you hear that?"
The leader growled, "No. You're hearing things, Kowalski."
The man, Kowalski, nodded, before following in the back of the group. He sighed, not that he could complain. He was getting a lot of money for something as simple as this.
Little did he know that that would be his last thought, before a small hand covered his mouth, a knife quickly taken to his back. His eyes widened one last time, a strangled sound coming from his mouth, before he was eased down.
Unknowing to her, Erin hadn't been as quiet as she was hoping she was, as the rest of the team turned around quickly, taking a few moments to star in wonder, before the leader growled, "What are you waiting for? Light her up!"
Erin couldn't help but grin, before jumping back up, swinging from metal pipe to metal pipe like a sort of monkey, before pulling herself onto another machine, watching the men go gun crazy.
The leader, having lost sight of her, growled, "How'd we lose her? I told you, light her up!"
"Up, up," Erin sang quietly, giggling a bit, watching the men in there shock, "Light her up, up, up; light her up, up, up; she's on fire!"
The leader growled, only to hear Crayden sigh behind him, "She's playing with your head, sir Itward."
"I'm aware." The leader, Itward, growled, "But it does not change the fact that her annoyance will be her undoing."
"Oh, says the guy working with the crazy, angered man." They heard Erin's voice say, followed by an insane giggle, "You know, if I know any better, I'd wonder if you were the one that would hold the key to your own undoing."
Crayden growled lightly, "Do not play your games with us, little girl!"
"Well, being how this little girl is having fun," Erin murmured, before pulling out a small circular black ball, with a fuse at the end. If Erin liked anything more than playing her twisted strange games, surely it was bombs.
She couldn't help it.
She loved when things went BOOM.
She smirked, before lighting the fuse, standing up, "Up here!"
She smirked, her face illuminated by the red flare of the bomb, her smug and eerie grin lit up by the fire, "Hi…How's your night been?"
Crayden scowled, giving Itward a look, "What are you waiting for!? SHOOT HER!"
Erin smirked, before opening her jacket up a bit, exposing the multiple bombs hidden, before lighting them all up, not even caring to take them off of her harness, before laughing lightly, the very sound of a girl pushed past the brink of insanity, "Oh…But, Craaaaaaaayden…I'm. Not. Done. Playing. Yet."
"Keep it moving, we're nearly there!" Max shouted quietly, urging the boys onwards, before giving Hank a look, "We should take some of this to stronghold two; staying there till we spot Erin."
Hank groaned, "But Erin told us to get this all to the base."
"But it would be wise to wait it out." Mathew reasoned, before watching Hank sigh with defeat, nodding, "Boy, change of plans. We're heading for stronghold two."
They all murmured in agreement, before following after Dylan and Theo, who were now leading the way.
In Erin's part of town, there were four strongholds, each placed in each corner on her part of town, all surrounding the base as a sort of first defense. At the moment, the nearest one was stronghold two, which was right around the corner.
"We've arrived." Luke murmured, as they walked up to the large warehouse. Unlike the base, the strongholds were above ground, each of them having a tall tower on top of them, used as a lookout of sorts.
"Lock the doors!" Max yelled, as they all got in, watching as the boys pulled the two large door closed, securing it with locks and leather straps.
Not the ideal door, but it would have to do.
Inside was a lot nicer, with multiple tables, a few pool tables (courtesy of Hank during a theft run a week ago), and a large fireplace to keep the whole one-roomed "warehouse" warm. After putting the weapons down, most boys went to sit down, chat and joke around, while some cracked the weapons crate open, some of them pulling out small handguns, knives, and other weapons.
"…Is it a good idea to let them play with those?" Mathew asked, sitting down at a much grander table with the other leaders, a glass cup in hand, filled with what seemed to be root beer, "I mean, they're only kids."
"Funny, so are you." Max murmured, smirking, "And yet, you have more toys than someone your age should have, huh?"
Mathew growled, "I'm holding this-." He murmured, pulling out his gun, nicknamed "The Saitama" for whatever reason, "-Because I'm required to do so as a leader."
Luke laughed, "I still find it funny that, out of all of us, Theo's got the biggest gun."
Theo sighed, "Can we talk about something else?"
"Like the fact that Erin hasn't shown up yet?' Dylan murmured, drinking out of a bottle nonchalantly.
Mathew nodded, before calling a boy over, "Hey, Harry, could you take a team of boys up to the Phoenix nest? We need people on look out for Erin."
Harry saluted, "Sure thing!" He said, before dashing off, waving a few of his friends over.
Theo sighed, before leaning back, "Where do you think Erin is?"
"Dead." Max said, his voice holding a bit of hope, only to have them all growl at him, "…What?"
"How could you hope for such a thing!?" Mathew growled, annoyed, "I mean, for all she's done for you, why is it that you can't even suck up your pride to say something as small as 'thank you'?"
"Calm your tits, man." Max murmured, "I'm just saying; with all of the crappy stuff she does, it's a miracle that she's still breathing."
"Maybe she's part zombie." Theo murmured, not really thinking, his childish mind set showing through.
"Or maybe she's part phoenix." Mathew mused, a small smile on his face.
"No; she's got to be some sort of witch." Luke insisted.
"But then she'd be burned at the stake." Max reasoned, "Maybe she's undercover, a secret agent from America!"
"…No way…" Dylan murmured, giving them all a look.
"…Well' what do you think she is then, Dylan?" Theo asked, unsure of what his friend thought.
Dylan sat silent, before clearing his throat, "It's simple, really…Erin's-."
BOOM!
All of them sat up, jumped a bit from the explosion, before watching the lookout boys dash back down the ladder, all of their faces ashen.
"What the hell was that!?" Max yelled, giving the boys a look.
"It's the factory!" One of the three boys shouted, looking shaken up.
"It just went up in smoke!" The other boy shouted, "What do we do now!?"
Theo's eyes were wide with shock, before giving Dylan a look, "You don't think that-?"
"No way." Dylan murmured.
Mathew nodded, before giving the boys a look, "Did you see anyone leaving?"
The last boy nodded, "We saw the team of men that were attacking us leave, most with severe burns; but not Erin."
Hank's eyes widened, "What…No, no way."
"We didn't see her leave." The first boy said, "She might have-."
"No. No, she didn't die."
All of the boys turned around to see a lone boy standing. Theo sighed, "William, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be with the day team!"
"I'm telling you, she's not dead." Willy insisted, "I know it…I can feel it."
"…That doesn't answer the question." Mathew murmured, giving him a look, "Why are you here, William?"
"John sent me to look for you guys," He murmured, "He was wondering why you guys haven't come back to the base yet…Then there was the explosion…And then I walked in on you guys saying that she's dead…"
Max sighed, giving William a look, "Kid…Just don't. If she blew up, then nothing can help her. End of story."
"Unless, of course, I didn't blow up."
All eyes went wide, as everyone looked over the door. Mathew slowly got up, walking over to the locked door, before peeking through a crack in the wood…
…Only to see a middle finger on the other end.
Mathew smirked, before nodding, "It's her!" He shouted, before opening the doors, eyes widening, "Erin…What happened?"
Erin grinned, her face covered in soot, with a bunch of explosion marks on her vest, cloak and skin, pulling her hood down, her wisteria hair now a light weird ash color, "I blew stuff up!" She said, laughing lightly.
Max's eyes widened, "No way…She can't be alive…"
Erin growled lightly, "Love you too, Maxie Green."
"Don't call me that!" Max yelled, before pouting.
Luke snickered lightly, before giving Erin a look, "So, what happened with you, Erin?"
Erin smirked, "I just said; I made things go boom." She said, taking a seat, before waving a boy over, "Get me a root beer, would you? I've got yet another story to tell."
Back at the command center, Crayden growled, "We failed."
Itward scowled, 'Well, maybe if you'd kept to the plan and kept us stationed outside, then maybe we'd have more time, space and energy to keep them all out!"
"Do NOT take that tone with me, you bloody piece of shit!" Crayden growled, poking his chest, "You were to listen to my every command, not take control!"
"Well, excuse me for being leader!" Itward yelled back. All was silent, no one willing to speak up and say anything, before the doors were knocked on.
One of the men trudged over in defeat, opening the door, only to immediately straighten up, "Earl Trancy!"
Said boy walked in, having only grown a few feet, a lot shorter than the average twenty year old, but still a lot more dangerous. Alois smiled evilly, before walking in like he owned the place, a particular spider demon behind him.
Alois grinned, clasping his hands together, smiling with glee, "So, did we find Erin?"
All of the men averted there eyes to the ground, causing Alois to give Crayden a hopeful smile, "Were my men useful in the capture of Erin?"
"Erm…Yes…About that…" Crayden murmured, only to have Itward sigh.
"This old man allowed her to escape." Itward growled, before gesturing to the scarring burn blister on his forearm, "All we have from our hardships is this!"
Alois stayed emotionless, his head low, hair over his eyes. Just then, he let out an angered yell, before picking up a chair, throwing it at the wall, "IT'S ONE SIMPLE TASK! FIND ERIN, TWO SIMPLE WORDS! IS IT TOO MUCH FOR MEN LIKE YOU TO UNDERSTAND!?"
One of the men, with a new burn on his face, cleared his throat, "B-but sir, she's n-not like normal girls…She's-."
"Special." Alois growled, grabbing the man by the collar, growling, "She is specia,; no more, and no less. Are we clear?"
The man nodded, before Alois sighed, giving his butler a look, "…Claude…What do you make of this?" Alois asked, while Claude looked the maps over.
Claude gave Crayden a look, making the older man back down, before pointing at a spot on the map, "They went this way, correct?" Claude asked, only to watch as Crayden and Itward nodded. He then picked up a red pen, before circling it, "Then, tomorrow, we attack here."
Crayden was ready to challenge him, to ask what told him that that would be the base, only to back down under the man's golden eyes, "…So be it."
Alois nodded, clapping happily, "Oh, joy! It would seem that you're hard and useless work was not in vain after all!" He cheered, only to have his face fall with anger once again, "But…I cannot let this mistake go without punishment…"
Alois gave a man a look, before pointing at him, "You; come here."
The burly man stood up, walking over to tower over Trancy, "…Yes?"
Alois smirked, before looking ta Claude, "Claude, make an example of him."
Alois's smile grew, as Claude slowly walked over, a purple evil aura all over him, before Alois turned around, "Let this be a reminder that I will NOT allow for anymore mistakes."
Moments later, the air was filled with blood curling screeches, but all was still in the night of London.
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(1) Who's your favorite OC?
Erin: Besides me; everyone loves me!
(2) Which OC do you hate the most?
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Erin:...Better not be me...
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