Thanks to anyone that favorited or alerted this fic, and I hope no one was put off by Griffin's... violence, heh. Also, the Odessa Catacombs are a real place and are epic. Everyone should totally read up on them. That and I have no clue where Nate or Eve came from, or why they appeared. But if anyone likes them let me know, otherwise this'll probably be their only appearance, I think.

The Odessa Catacombs were a place that not even the Paladins dared to enter, and for good reason. Hallucinations when one was left alone in the dark were terrifying, with the voices of the dead echoing through hallways that could not have echoes. Those same dead had ill will to the hunters that searched for refugees hiding, and enjoyed tormenting souls of hate. For years they had been opened and closed for tourists, scientists and archeologists, and still those who had explored through couldn't discover all of the secrets that Odessa held.

One such secret was the second series of Catacombs, unearthed by a young Jumper as he hid from those searching for him. The teen had managed to squeeze his way through the tiniest of openings at a cave in, and was left to become a victim to the darkness. Instead he marked the place and came back with others, and the Jumper city, Odyssey had been born.

Things grew, and with the small community that lived under the Odessa Catacombs continued to be kept secret. Ukraine government officials had no clue, and with the sound absorbing rocks that surrounded those hiding, neither did anyone in the mines above them. Even the spot that had been shimmied through had been hidden thoroughly, as if it was only a dead end.

It was a tale that had spun itself through the Jumper web as they found each other, and for some Odyssey was a legend among legends. Those running it, Jumper and non-Jumper alike offered shelter and supplies to people in need, stealing from surplus outlets and military bases to keep things running. They were always careful during runs, slipping in and then back out with only small amounts per place.

And then there were the weapons.

Some, like Griffin, weren't happy with just hiding out, even if he was one of the lucky ones to have found a nice location for himself. No, he wanted to fight back, and he was going to be damned if he didn't. As such, Odyssey started in weapons trade along with the essentials, so that over time it became a black market of sorts. A black market with two of the leading weapons specialists running it.

"'Ey, ya' two fookers, got my shit yet?" Griffin yawned as he jumped into a small room, taking a small look around him to see that nothing had been changed. In the underground maze that was his suppliers domain it was easy to get lost, even with the lights powered by generators running nonstop.

He grinned when one of them gave him the middle finger and settled back in her seat, flicking through a notebook in her hand to find his order.

Nate was one of the few people he trusted to take care of his shit, and she always knew what she was doing. The younger woman was a far cry from the little bitch he hated, and oh, how she just knew it. She was a spit fire and a half, never hesitating to blow off the head of one of those bible thumping wackos, and certainly never risking her life for anything less then a mother fucking Klondike Bar. Or a Kit-Kat. For some reason that Griffin couldn't understand she would go to the ends of the earth for a chocolate covered crisp treat. It was weird.

Finding what she was looking for he watched her stand from her seat, his hand written list fluttering from one of the vents they used. She beckoned him to follow her down one of the many twisting corridors.

"Hey, Douchenugget. Why isn't my special Buddy with you? David always is so fun." Griffin snickered, reminded of the times that Nate picked on David for being such a softie, though his humor was subdued.

"Aye, 'bout that. Th' Bitch tried ta' sell 'im out. He's back at th' Lair, healin' up. Bloke took a good shock 'n shite." Nate would know who he was referring to, because her little informant was a spider on the walls of sorts... and because he had often asked her to help him decide on the way Millie died.

"You're fucking with me. That little fuck munching asshole! Seriously? Oh, fuck that. You're going kill her, right? In the way we discussed." She pulled out a cigarette and lit up, taking a long drag from it as they reached her supply room were her partner was doing inventory of their stock.

Nate's partner was second in line for who Griffin would trust with his 'things that went boom' and as the originator of his favored flame thrower was a master at making things explode. Eeve especially liked to modify the weapons they both stole and sold, and he made sure anyone that bought from them knew what they were doing. If he didn't, they were screwed, seeing as Nate didn't care as long as it left a few Paladins died along the way.

"Naw. Gonna figure som'thin new out." Griffin gave Eeve a pat on the back in greeting and looked over the man's shoulder at the gun in his hands. It was a beauty, and a nicely built Irish model to boot.

"Hi there, Fuckbucket." Eeve greeted, nodding at him, a cigarette hanging from his lips. "You been killing those bastards? If so we got a new toy for you, a real beauty she is too. Nate was able to grab her when we split, not part of the original haul but hot damn it was a good idea." While Nate was a thick, able bodied, average woman made for taking people out, Eeve was a mousy little thing, thin as a rail and better suited for stealth. It worked perfectly for them.

"Aye, a few. Gonna go on'na hunt soon 'ere. Gotta take out Miss Bitch." The Brit stole Eeve's cigarette and took a drag from it before giving it back, a evil smile flitting across his face.

"Do tell. And get your own fucking cigs, Fucktard." Eeve glared but went back to cleaning the gun in his hands, letting Griffin tell the full story.

By the time he was finished the gun was finished, and the mouse of a man had went on to pull out the cases that held Griffin's requests, along with a few extras.

"I'll leave Natey here to give you the low down on your new shit. You know how to use it, and I gotta fill two more orders. See you if you don't die." With a respectful nod he saluted them and was off, down another random hallway.

Nate grinned and in one smooth motion opened the first of the cases, a small one. Inside sat the first of his favorite weapons.

"I have here for your enjoyment, four SIG Sauer P226s, with ammo. You know these bitches." Quickly the case was closed and another two were opened.

"Next we have two Heckler and Koch USP Tacts, and two P226 Tacts, which I thought you might like to try. These bad boys can be equipped with silencers, though you and I both know those don't work like they say in the movies." Nate pulled one out and motioned to the silencers and ammo for the guns, eyes shifting slyly.

"Now. Lets get to the bad girls part of this tour." The next case was a larger one, and the woman let him admire the rifle inside before she went on her little show with it.

"The work of art is the AMW-F. This baby will blow you out of the water like a bat out of hell. She's a G22, and I even got some nice Sabbot rounds for you. You're welcome." Another case down, she threw the lids to two more of them open and grinned widely.

"Next we have the HK416 and 17, and the FN MAG. I know you just asked for the '16, but I figured you'd enjoy the other as well." With those down it left only two cases, and the Brit was already bouncing on his feet with joy. Oh yes, he was going to do some damage and it was going to be fun.

"Now, I know you just requested a grenade launcher... so we got you this, a M203 and grenades." The case she opened was a smaller one, but it was still perfect for Griffin's needs. That and as she opened the second one he had to bite his hand to keep from squealing like a stuck pig. It was so beautiful.

"You know I hate US made sights and usually the weapons too. But I couldn't help but snag this baby. The FGM-148 Javelin. She'll take care of anything the grenade launcher can't, and will make you have a chaos-gasm to boot. Oh. Plus we have those explosives you wanted, to dig out your cave more. And shit."

"A'... Oh God. Ya' two demented pieces of shit jus' made my fookin' day!" He ran a hand down the barrel of the anti-tank weapon, wanting to hug it badly. It really did, made up for having to leave David without watching, and having to clear space for what he had expected to be just a few things... Fuck him sideways. It was a good thing David had started learning to use guns and be willing to do so, otherwise he wouldn't know what to choose first.

"Good, I'm glad, I think. I dunno. Just don't over do it and die, 'k?" Nate shook her head and motioned to a very large crate that was nearby, and started packing things carefully inside it. Hay was used to cushion each item, and in the end all of his 'purchases' had been made ready to go. It was a straight jump from Odyssey to the Lair, after a quick moment to trade insults with Nate, and he fell into his little home with a groan.

It wasn't that much, really, but Griffin was out of practice with big non-moving items. Not that he'd ever let anyone know. Panting from the exertion he moved into his kitchen area and grabbed the nearest energy drink to chug down, sighing when he'd finished.

He wasn't surprised when David came up behind him and leaned on him, body weight a comforting gesture.

"You brought back your goodies." Griffin nodded, smirking when the younger man seemed to contemplate what he was going to do.

"You're going to kill a lot of them... and her."

"Aye."

"I think... I want to help."

At that Griffin pulled away and turned to his friend, pressing a hard kiss to David's lips as he found a way to answer. He was elated that David was starting to turn less naive... but at the same time he didn't want help, not with his newest little plan.

"No."

"... No...?"

"Next time. A'll even le' ya' plan."

Because he wasn't just going to watch the fucking fireworks this time, he was going to make them. And he was going to enjoy it.