Okay it's the weekend now and here's chapter 12 of this creative composition story. I hope you all like it or at least tolerate it despite my many errors, mistakes and such. Speaking of which, if I owned Infamous, chances are it wouldn't be as cool as it is (But I would add in UGC missions into InFamous 1 and speed up the development of Infamous 3)
"Luna" Normal speaking
POV changes or yelling
Used for quotes
Thoughts
Secondary thought speaker (Sasha or any other telepath)
**Luna's narration**
"Well, at least those golems aren't going to be as big of a pain," I say while creating a swirling black hole out of the palm of my hand, green electricity crackling in the outer edges. One would guess that the electricity keeps the black hole from collapsing in on itself and prevents matter from entering the hole to be sucked into oblivion. Personally I think it just looks cool. It's our latest power from the sewers, a shield of energy to help protect us from bullets and flying garbage. We take a rare walk down a random street when the TV goes to the test pattern and, guess who; the voice of survival.
"Citizens of Empire City: This is Cole McGrath. Terrorist. Lightbulb man. 100% Certified douchbag." He shows a picture of Cole with his electricity on his arms as he blasts a Reaper, the lighting making him look a bit sinister. Clearly not a good shot for a 'hero picture'.
"And these two are Laura and Selvena, AKA 'Luna and Silver' Longpaws." – A picture of Silver and I show up on the screen. I'm half-way out of a shadow with a girl in my arms and Silver appears to be sending a fire grenade into a horde of Dustmen.
"These two are just as much of a threat as mister electric man. One of them will kidnap you in the dead of night while the other can burn up this city if she's in a bad mood. I'm warning you Empire City; you see anyone of these clowns running around; do whatever it takes to bring them down. Voice of Survival; Out."
"Ugh is that guy ever going to give up?" I ask with a sigh. "Is there even a point to his propaganda anymore? Half the town knows what we've been doing and it certainly isn't torching the place or kidnapping. Heck, we were helping those people out; the little girl went missing in the building and I got her out. Plain and simple."
"Try not to get worked up with it. All it does is provide amusement at the lies he comes up with, nothing more," Cole says and ruffles my hair. "Like you said before; the city knows what we've done, they know we'd never do any of those things."
"True…" Before any of us can say anything else our cells ring. Incoming Call from: [Private Number]. I flip it open and double check the ID; usually it's Moya on her secure line. I'm still a little pissed that she blames us for what happened last night, but she holds the key to our freedom.
"Cole, its John White. We need to talk," a voice sounds out from our cell phones. "Get Laura and Selvena on their phones too. We can't risk anyone overhearing this."
"John, where are you?" Cole asks. All of us are shocked and put our ears to the receivers to hear what John has to say.
"Meet me on the roof of the Adams Building. Just you three. No one else." He immediately hangs up. Cole looks at the cell phone and then punches in another number. "Hey Moya, you sitting down? John just called us."
"What? All I heard was static. What did he say?" Moya asks us.
"Wants us to meet him. We're heading over there right now," he replies as we follow the GPS location input on our cells.
"That's fantastic news Cole." Moya says.
"Yeah I'll say. Finally starting to see some light at the end of this damn tunnel." The bike courier says with a heavy sigh as we climb up a building.
"Convince him to come in, but don't push too hard. He's been undercover a long time, so he might be a little paranoid. If he feels threatened, he'll run." Moya advises with her serious tone.
"Don't worry. We can handle it." Silver shuts her phone, ending the call as we all rush off towards the building. Along the way, we blast a few Dustmen, save a few citizens; just another day's work for us. As we leap onto another roof of yet another not-so-important building, we see another VoS broadcast.
"I got some people telling me I need to stop my broadcast, that I've been creating panic and I can be tried for treason. Treason, wow. They lock us up here, piss on all of our constitutional rights and I'm the bad guy? They want to shut me down, they'll have to come over here and drag me outta here. Until then, I'm staying put."
We all shrug it off as just another message from him as we climb up to the Adams building, looking for White.
"John? John you here?" Cole calls out. It would appear that John isn't around and suddenly a helicopter comes up, shinning a spotlight at us.
"John White; we are here to extract you. Please maintain your current position." The loudspeaker announces. At the same time we get a phone call from White himself.
"You brought a chopper? I told you three to come alone," he says with disbelief in his tone.
"They're not with us. I don't know who they are," Cole yells over the chopper's rotor blades.
"John, there's no need to run. John wait!" The chopper flies off and seems to be keeping its light on John.
When in Rome. Do what the Roman's do. I leap off the roof and onto an electrical wire to grind after the chopper. Moya's words to Cole sound out from my cell phone; how we need to find John before the First Sons do. I leap over to another roof, passing by anyone or anything on the concrete top as I make my way to the next wire; sliding on that as I race after the chopper. My sister and Cole slide after me, rushing across power lines and flying over gaps between them. I leap off the last building and free fall down, activating my thrusters to slow my fall at the near last second. Gunshots sound out as John shoots at the chopper.
"Damnit John! Cease fire! We're here to get you out!" The chopper pilot says when suddenly it's blown out of the sky by a junk cannonball. Our eyes whirl around and we see a junk golem standing there. A gasp escapes my lips as bolts and nuts lift up a gas tank and hold it; the construct prepping for a throw.
"Why can't anything be simple?" I groan as I assess the situation like Morgan taught me to.
** Oh crap. That damn thing is going to throw the choppers gas tank at us. And even if it doesn't score a direct hit, the explosion's still going to mess all of us up. Not to mention there's a chance John could be caught in the blast, either by the tank explosion or the bus blowing up. Moya will have our heads on a stick if he dies. Let's see, I could shoot the tank now, use it to blow off the golem's arm. That'd make life easier, but the explosion will incinerate all of those injured people. One of us is going to burn from that fuel, but which side? Us or them? **
Cole seems to crackle energy in his hands and looks as if he's trying to time the throw; aiming to blow it up when it's chucked. I put his hand down and shake my head; the distance between us is too short and the blast could be too great. Thousands died because of us during the initial blast, I don't want that number to rise.
"SHIELDS!" Silver shouts as the golem tosses the tank. All three of us form our individual polarize shields and brace ourselves. The tank hits the barrier and blows up, throwing all three of us back a few feet. My body skids on the asphalt before I stop, feeling like I got used to clean the street. We were protected from the explosion force, but the shockwave was something else.
"Talk about taking one for the team," I groan and fire off rockets into the sky, firing a single bolt into the chest to call the missiles back. Silver sends a blast of flames at the creature and melts some of the metal from the intense heat, but as a result she appears to be slow on the reflexes when the Golem aims its arm at her. I try and rush towards her, but Cole jumps in front with a polarized shield up, absorbing the bullets meant for her while recharging his own energy.
"That's it! Keep hammering it!" John cries out while rockets fly around the place, up and down and all around as we aim to turn that thing into a pile of scrap. As the lightning crackles in my arms, I activate a new power I've been working on. My hands swing back and energy blades sprout from my wrist and hands, crackling energy around my arms and legs as the electricity stabilizes. I call them Giga-watt blades. Cole's and Silver's hammers slam into the Golem, but it learns not to give them time to shoot the targeting bolt as it fires off its junk-bullets at the two. I rush around it and skid up past its leg before swinging my arms into its leg. Lightning crackles as the blades slice into the metal cleanly like a knife in butter. I slash again and again, tearing off garbage and metal like they're claws ripping up cardboard. My two conduit friends see their chance and land a final rocket into the golem's chest; destroying the beast.
"Hey John? You there? It's okay now," Cole calls out and rushes over to the bus. Silver comes to me and helps me up. I breathe a little heavily now as lightning crackles slightly in my hands.
Wow. Feels like the time we went to help Zeke find that six-shooter… Damn. It's only been four days? I swear we've been working too hard. After this, we need a vacation. I sigh, making a mental note to work on that Giga-watt blade power so it doesn't drain me as badly.
"Damn John, where'd you go?" Cole sighs, throwing his hands up in frustration. "We save his ass and then he bails on us."
Our cell's ring and the ID says "Private Number." I hit the accept call on my phone and listen in.
"We have two minutes, forty-five seconds before they can triangulate my position, and I plan on being gone before then. So keep your mouths shut and listen," John's voice sounds from the speaker. "I know none of you are with the agency. Too undisciplined, too cocky, even for you girls. But I also know that you want the same thing I do – the ray sphere. And you're going to help me get it."
"So you know where it's at," Cole says. It wasn't a question, but more of a statement.
"One of my UAV's spotted it on top of Alden's tower. Find someone to help you retrieve it, someone each of you can trust. One minute, fifty two seconds," John replies.
"What do you want us to tell Moya?" Silver asks, remembering the DARPA agent who partially landed us in this mess.
"Who's Moya?"
"Uh, your wife?" Silver responds. "Unless you have an ex?"
"You've been played. I've never been married and don't know anyone named Moya." John responds to us.
"Your screwing with us right?" Cole questions with disbelief. "She's an FBI agent just like you."
"FBI? Yeah, that'd be the day. I hate those bastards," John dismisses the topic and gets to business. "Listen, you won't see me, but I'll know when you have the Ray Sphere. Once it's in your possession, we'll figure out how we're going to destroy that damn thing."
Cole looks at his cell phone and dials a number, holding the phone up to his ear as he makes a call.
"Hey Zeke, you there?" There's a pause on the other end. "Listen, we need your help. Meet us at the tower the transients are building." There's another pause and then McGrath hangs up. I look at my phone and then to Silver with a bit of worry in my head. It's not that I don't trust Zeke, I mean he's been kind and funny and helpful, but he's not someone we'd trust entirely. At least, not in our list of trusting people. So I make my own call; John did say that we needed someone each of us could trust so one more would be welcomed.
"Hello, Luna, Silver. Something wrong?"
"We're fine, but we need help with something big and it has to be someone we can trust with our lives. Can you meet us and Cole at the tower the Transients have built up?"
"You know you can trust me."
General Herbison: Yeah, but if he would have stayed at his post Alden wouldn't have escaped. I think one of the Dustmen got in and killed the power there to free Alden. Since it said if Zeke would have kept his post, the officers would still be alive. But it's just a theory.
Blade: Morgan saving their asses was something I've had in mind when I thought about Selene and Caia coming in a few moments early than when Kessler comes into the game (During "Ray Sphere" at the top of Alden's tower). I wanted to side-step from the game for a bit. The scrunchie thing was to provide a bit of humor to stop them from having "Afro" hair. As for the murder thing at the station: Morgan helped them with the emotional stuff and Cole did a bit of help too. They did empty their stomachs, I forgot to put that detail in there too. As for 'Tent City', they've already done so much at the station, the buses, fighting Alden and seeing the future-two that they are to tired to even go to Tent city. We need to remember that the scene with the prison was at night. Not many people would want to continue fighting after running around all dang day.
Next up will be "Ray Sphere" and then back to my PS3 to do "Alden's Rampage". Oh and if anyone can find me links to the Infamous DC comics (Between InFamous 1 & 2 I'd be very very grateful.) And if anyone knows what I could do for an OMAKE for the vacation, I'd be grateful too.