Morning at the OJRP facility, directly after the events of the last chapter.

"Just goes to show, you give a weapon too much freedom and it stabs you in the back," General Briggs let out an exasperated huff as he stared down at the security detail dragging Tacit Ronin's limp body back into the complex.

" Subject TR-058's pilots were always strong willed, it seems that she inherited their sheer disregard for authority. Too bad it worked against her, " Dr. Angelique Briggs slid of the desk with cat like grace, throwing her husband a data pad. "Her idiotic sacrifice seemed to work, though. Pentecost's jaegers have escaped with Coyote Tango."

The General reached up and straightened his jacket, the only sign of the rage boiling inside him. "Too bad the U.N denied our request to include a boat in the budget, looks like we'll have to catch them when they hit land. Well, IF they hit land."

"You really think that's wise? We've been getting our funds by posing as a purely scientific investigation. Any more show of force and we might be uncovered," she chided. "The Marshal has been living with the jaegers off the grid in order to hide them from the world, do you think he would really risk contacting the PPDC and have them further exposed to the U.N?"

"I don't think you get it," his didn't have to face her for her to see the scorn etched into his face. "We hooked Coyote Tango up to that machine of Geizler's. He has all its secrets downloaded into his brain. If the Marshal finds out that we-"

Across the bay, in the old beach house.

"-Are in league with the precursors! Like, they're the actual kaiju groupies, I don't care what Hermann says!" Newt paused long enough to shove a piece of bread in his mouth and guzzle some water, much to the tempered exasperation of the Marshal. Ever since the scientist had regained consciousness, he had been a ravenous force that devoured everything in sight.

"You're telling me that the U.N is funding those cultist freaks now?" The older man's face was expressionless as he bandaged a cut on Newts arm, making sure he didn't bleed all over the kitchen table.

"No, well, they don't know that they are! Just, somehow this General pops up with his secret organization and SOMEHOW they have acquired a piece of precursor tech the likes we've never seen. They couldn't of got it anywhere else so maybe yeah I am saying that they are secret cultists. Crazy smart, insane secret cultists. "

"Yet you're the one who actually built the machine," his gazed pierced into him like a knife, causing him to squirm.

"Well yeah," he sighs matter of factly, "I don't think the OJRP actually knew what the machine was or how it worked, so they blackmailed me into building it. They said if I refused they would kill Hermann. So they just smuggled in the parts and instructions and after the test run on the jaegers were done, they kidnapped me to work full time at their facility."

"So, how did you escape?"

"By setting everything on fire."

This caught the Marshal by surprise, Has Newt been taking lessons from Cherno?

"Then I spent about a month or two sleeping in drainage pipes and eating garbage until I discovered your place. Wait, why are you looking like that? "

"Nevermind, just sit tight. I've contacted Tendo and the PPDC is on the move."

The scientist let out a relieved smile, cracking the grime on his face. "Oh, that's a relief, because if your jaegers have successful rescued Coyote, then the OJRP is bound to be on their way right now to come and kill us.

TO BE CONTINUED! Thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter, helping this fic reach over 200 REVIEWS! WOW! I never expected ANYONE to read my first fic, let alone it get this popular. Also, special thanks for that certain fangirl/boy. You know who you are :P

Also, short chapter is short for a reason. Just stay tuned for a surprised later this week.