Chapter 4 Neo-Chrysalis

Rachel

April 18th, 2014

4:34 PM

Route 101

12 Miles From Arcadia Bay

I had met up with Chloe and Warren back at the docks, brought a bag full of weapons and ammo and placed it in the trunk of Warren's car, and we drove outside the city limits to follow Prescott in his limousine. We had to drive to a city exit where Chrysalis didn't set up a checkpoint. Otherwise we would get busted for the weapons I put in the trunk if they had scanned the car and detected them. I sat in the back seat of Warren's car while Chloe had taken shotgun.

Warren drove us to the highway Prescott was being driven and cautiously tailed him in his direction. We made sure to keep our distance from the limo we following so we wouldn't spook our target.

"How much further are going?" asked Warren. "We've driven like ten miles away from Arcadia."

"For as long as Prescott takes us," I answer. "That's how far."

"Rachel, I don't like this any more than Warren doesn't," said Chloe. "Breaking into a rich man's home is one ideal, but following Mr. Prickscott and some Russian flatfoot into an ISIS-like time terrorist group could be even more suicide."

"You wanted to find the sun of a bitch who framed Max," I said. "Here we are now tracking the real criminal."

"Rach, I get the fact that we discovered Max's framer," said Warren. "But besides from the fact that my parents back home are going to be worried sick, there are guns in the back of my car, and that there's a long dead Blackwell girl sitting in the back seat, we're going to get ourselves killed."

"You're not thinking anything different than what Chloe is thinking, Warren," I say. "I barely survived sneaking into Arcadia stealing files from Chrysalis when Chloe was in court with Max. I can't do everything alone, you know. I'm going to need the two of you in on this whatever the cost."

"Rachel, I don't think we can do this alone. It'll be us against an army. We need people like Chrysalis's army to handle this. Hell, maybe David could help us do something about it too you know."

"If you think that's right thing to do for Maxine Caulfield's sake, be my guest. Even though you were never good at talking things through with David before."

"I've changed," she said.

While Chloe dialed her step-father, Warren had another question.

"Why would Mr. Prescott do something like this?" he asked. "What gives him the balls to hold hands with the devil?"

"I don't know. All I know is that we take Prescott down and finish this. Nothing else matters. By the way, Warren, how did you come to figure this out anyway?"

"I was on my to meet up with Brooke at the community center for that protest rally that was being held there and by some coincidence, I stumble upon Sean Prescott somewhere near the docks acting suspicious. So I called Chloe to come by at the docks knowing something was up. And it was."

Chloe was now talking to David on the phone.

"David, is that you?" she said on the phone.

"Chloe? Where the hell have you been?" asked David on the phone. "Why haven't you been coming home lately? Your mother and I have been worried sick!"

"David, listen! We know who did it. We know who set up, Max. It's Sean Prescott. He's working with terrorist. You have to help us!"

"Us? Who's us? What's going on here, Chloe? What do you mean terrorist? I'm a little busy here at the precinct getting harassed by Chrysalis ops wanting to help us handle the riots in this town."

"Let me talk to him," I said.

"What?"

"Let me talk to David, Chloe. Give me your phone and maybe he'll listen to me."

Chloe lends me her phone so I could speak to David.

"David, it's me, Rachel. Rachel Amber. I know we haven't spoken in a long time, but you must listen."

"Rachel? Why is Rachel Amber on my step-daughter's phone? Unless your calling me to turn yourself in to Chrysalis, I'd really appreciate that."

"Hear me out, David. Max is innocent. I'm innocent. Sean Prescott is working for Neo-Chrysalis. The terrorist organ that sent the tornado storm into Arcadia Bay. You have to help us."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold the phone. First off, I don't know how you're still alive or why my step-daughter is going willingly with a wanted young girl like yourself. Second off, what do you mean Prescott is working with terrorist?"

"We saw him talking with one of the terrorist leaders leading Neo-Chrysalis. He was making an exchange of some sort with the terrorist leader down at the docks in Arcadia Bay. They're just now on their way out of town. This is something you can't ignore from us."

"And why should I be trusting the words that come out of a fugitive's mouth?"

"Because if you don't, Max Caulfield loses her case and not only would her name go unclear, my name will be unclear also."

"Max Caulfield? Is this what this is about?"

"That's exactly what this is about, David. All that we're asking is to bring in the police force, Chrysalis force, whatever authorities in Arcadia Bay that are equipped to handle terrorist and take Sean Prescott into custody. His transport is heading down Route 101. From my understanding, he should be stopping at an outpost of some sort where the terrorist are at. You can't miss it."

"From my understanding, what your asking me to do is very serious for you and Chloe to be getting into. Unless you have evidence that Prescott is working for these terrorist, I can't help you."

"I can send you pictures of Prescott working with them if that's legit enough evidence. I can send them to right now. If you get them, inform Chrysalis Prescott is working for Neo-Chrysalis and make sure they head down to Route 101 pronto."

Prescott's limousine takes us to a foundry called 'Cold Steel'. A steel factory of some sort that belonged to the Prescott family fifteen miles from Arcadia Bay. The limo passes through the front gate of the foundry and we see it enter through from the car. We keep our distance away from the gate and park the car off to the side of the road so we don't attract attention. When watch the limo pass through, we had to figure out a way to infiltrate.

"Well this it, Rachel," said Warren stopping his car. "Whatever this place is, it's probably restricted."

"What the hell is this place anyway?" asked Chloe. "It looks like some kind of steel mill or something. Why would Prescott be taken here?"

"I don't know," I reply. "But this must be where Neo-Chrysalis is being posted. If we want to take down Prescott, we're getting in there one or another."

"In there!?" muttered Chloe. "Rachel, just because we were able to survive one suicide mission back at the Prescott Estate, doesn't mean we can get ourselves killed here."

"Yes it does, Chloe. What did I tell you earlier? You wanted to find the sun of a bitch who framed Max, this is the only way."

"Rachel, I don't mean to be so insubordinate," said Warren. "But Chloe's right. If we're dealing with terrorist, it's gonna be suicide. There can be guards, mercenaries, and whole bunch of armed baddies that could kill us all if we go in there. The two of you may have experience doing this, but I don't. I'd rather be back at the community center with Brooke by now. Maybe you two should go on without me."

"Warren, you help us find the man who set Max up, you help us take him down," I said. "If you'd rather be back at the community center, you should've thought about that before."

Warren grunted. Before we got out of the car, Chloe left me with a warning.

"Rachel, just so I'm clear," she began. "If anything happens to me or Warren, and I mean if anything happens to me or Warren, please be kind to rewind so nothing does. I know your powers are similar to Max's and I'm pretty sure there's a rewind included if I'm not wrong."

"You won't have to bring that up twice, Chloe. Whatever happens, just let my rewind do the talking."

We get out of the car and open the trunk carrying the weapons I brought with. I unzip the bag holding the weapons and get out the guns we need to survive our next suicide quest.

"You know how to use a gun, Warren?" I ask.

"I know how to use one when playing a match of Black Ops II," he said. "Sure I do."

"Then here. Take this pistol for now. You're gonna need it."

I hand over Warren a Glock and an MP5 to use for a weapon. Though warren didn't have experience with guns in the real world, I gave him the easiest weapons to use. Even if he only had experience being a Call of Duty player. I give Chloe an AK rifle and an M9 pistol to arm herself with. I grab myself an M16 with a grenade launcher attachment and an M1911 pistol locked and loaded. I give ourselves some silencers to attach our guns with so we'd be able to break in stealthily.

"You gotta admit, looks like we're a bunch of teenagers ready to go to war in Iraq," said Warren aiming his gun around.

"Damn right," said Chloe. "David is going to freak when I tell him I used a gun."

"Okay you two, listen up," I begin. "They'll be guards and mercs all over that foundry. Once we find a way inside, we're only going to be able to use our silenced weapons so we don't alert anyone to our presence. We go in there, infiltrate the foundry, and take Sean Prescott down. David should be on his way with Chrysalis forces by now. I already sent him the evidence. So the sooner we have backup, the better."

"And do you have an idea on how to get in there without us just walking right in there?"

"I always have an idea, Warren. Let's move."

"This is gonna be hella suicide," said Chloe.

The two of them follow my lead over to an unguarded area of the foundry where we run into chain-linked fence with barbwire on top. I take out a pair of very sharp pliers from my supply bag and start cutting a hole in the fence so we could enter the foundry.

"Why do you think these assholes are out here posted at a foundry?" asked Chloe. "Who let these people keep this place anyway?"

"Probably Prescott himself," I reply cutting the fence open. "All I know is that the Prescotts own some property outside the bay and they must've given it to them That's all I can say."

Once the fence was cut open, I let Chloe and Warren through first, then I walked through myself. The place was ten times more heavily guarded compared to the Prescott Estate during the heist. Since I had more stealth experience than my two companions, it was up to me to guide them across the outpost quick, clean, and serene.

We hide behind every corner and check every to make sure our perimeter is clear of guards. We hide behind containers, barrels, walls, or whatever else to master the art of invisibility. Had to take care of few guards along the way as well. Every guard we came across were mercenaries dressed in military gear and masks armed with rifles. Most of the guards were at their posts standing in a corner, walking across a path, and speaking Russian. We take out a few guards using our silenced guns, knocking them down on their heads, and stabbing them in the back. At least in did most of the stabbing since I was the only one with a knife.

Eventually, we make it to the central area of the foundry where we find Prescott's limousine, Prescott himself, and Ranikov surrounded by men in suits and whole bunch of mercs aside. They had parked Prescott's vehicle somewhere near the front entrance of the compound facilitating the foundry. The three of us hide behind some oil barrels and see Prescott and Ranikov being escorted inside by a few other guards.

"Okay, Rachel," said Chloe. "Mr. Prickscott and his creepy Russian dude get free admittance inside and without a doubt, we don't. Any ideas how we get in there?"

"A direct entry is indeed suicide, Chloe. They'll cut us down to pieces the second we walks right in. Our best bet could be an entrance on the rooftop."

"The rooftop?" questioned Warren. "How?"

"I think I saw a ladder we just passed by. We can use that. Come on."

Note: I'll be putting this chapter on hold for now. Don't you worry readers. The three of them will be getting to the bottom of this real soon. In a very dangerous game. By now y'all must know what's going to happen. I double dog bet you do!

P.S. Have any of you played Horizon Zero Dawn on PlayStation 4? The protagonist Aloy in that game is voiced by Chloe's voiced actress Ashly Burch. Just to let you know if you haven't heard.

Until next time, stay golden.