"So, what is this exactly?" BD asked. His armor had been stripped away, and he was wearing a white muscle tanktop, cotton. His face, without the massive clutter, made out for a strong chin, wise, kind eyes with a happy gleam. His head was bald, but he had a very healthy looking mustache, and built like a finely drawn buff character while standing at 6' 9'', he was indeed, a big daddy. A scientist looked up at him with furrled eyebrows. "I don't know man, but I've never seen a thing such as this. We may have more in a few hours. For now, relax, buy and hide more donuts, jog, entertain yourself. Big Daddy nodded and walked, wondering whether or not he had been lied to just now about them not knowing anything.

Devilkin, aka Drake, was lying bare-chested on his black silk bed sheets. He wasn't a bad-boy, he just didn't see the need for color, especially when you're sleeping and not really seeing anything but black. In the end, all you saw was black, whether if it was light or not, or you were dead. So he laid there, flipping through the last pages, E.G. Wells War of the Worlds. He'd seen the 2005 adaption and found it fairly good, but he didn't like how the military was so pathetic, and even wrote a letter to Steven Spielberg detailing about many tactics he got wrong. No reply but at least he tried.

Armor piled in the corner of his bed, he once again rubbed his hand over the scar that he'd gotten from a few missions ago. Here, in this place everyone tried to move on, but Drake couldn't and didn't want to. His older brother was murdered in a raid to save him, because he'd disobeyed an order. In military, you'd be charged with a lot of things. But out here, it was just an accident, because there were no laws. His group of people were funded by a very wealthy individual, who knew that as his unit gained acclaim, they'd be hired to do things no military could, for much more of a profit. So they obeyed, well the heads of DragonDen did, while people like Drake were told to move on. Yeah right.

He continued reading.

"Hey, do you want to hit the XBOX360 after we're done eating, grab our soads and get together a mass game of Halo Reach?" Mouse asked Alamo. Both men were similar in stature, only 5'9'' and weighing 363 pounds between the both of them. Many thought them twins, but Mouse was way too different from Alamo, who rarely said anything, and definitely couldn't play Halo. "Maybe another time." He replied, and Mouse shrugged. "Fine, I'll go play and you can read the manual, feel up the book of awesome controls. Come on what do you say?!." Alamo smiled, and said sure. There just was no shaking Mouse.

BD sat at his desk, looking over numerous papers from things he had lined up. Birth certificates, possible leads to the family that supposedly died in a fire, one thing BD had learned during his time here, nothing stayed dead. Be it your past, your dreams, nothing stayed dead. It was one of reasons he encouraged Devilkin to remember, because it'd hurt more when the memory was gone, and because a feeling told him that Stephen was not dead. It may have looked like it, but in this profession, nothing died. It was just an amount of time before they were fighting zombies...

"Wow you really do sucK!" Mouse exclaimed, and Alamo glared at Mouse.

"But you knew that you sly creep."

"Hey, you're the one that agreed."

"Well whatever happened to that marathon?" Mouse shrugged, "Everyone's probably busy, and it isn't Friday, so they are definitely busy."

"I'm not." Drake said from behind Mouse, and Mouse turned around. Drake was really good at Halo, one of the best he ever had played. It'd be a rare thing for him to lose, and so Mouse said, "You are so on!" The two sat, and Alamo watched with a slight wealth of envy. But it abated, and he drank some of his beer while leaning back, watching as Drake crushed Mouse with intense satisfaction. He sipped more of his beer.

BD walked back up to the Research Den, feet thudding with almost no noise. He was still in his white tanktop and red sweatpants, but he also carried his gun, he never trusted a scientist. As he opened the door, he saw everyone huddled around the artifact, he silently eased out and got his team. Five minutes later, they came back.

"What do we got now?" Big Daddy asked, crossing his arms. The people moved around him, and he strode up to a group of six scientists, one of the leaders of DragonDen, and their beneficiary. All had crisp suits, but the scientists wore white ones while the other people wore black. Behind them stood a pulsing amount of energy, although it was invisible due to it not emitting any visible light.

"What is that?" Alamo asked, and scientists suddenly came to life.

"We don't quite know, except it has an amazing wealth of energy, and it isn't radioactive to our estimates."

"Well, is it weaponizable?" The beneficiary asked with a flat voice. He was quite young, possibly his forties, but he looked much older. The leader of DragonDen shook his head profusely.

"This is too dangerous to be weaponized. Anything that it has come in contact with so far has melted, or in some cases set on fire. However, the even worse thing is that this energy needs energy to stimulate and keep it moving, otherwise it fades, and becomes harmless." The beneficiary's lips pursed. "I'm not paying you because I worry about the cost of batteries, or about safety. I heard you recently lost some of yours. What a pity, but that has not stopped you, nor will it stop you. I am being quite crisp and clear am I not?"

Everyone nodded, although BD and Drake suddenly wished that they had never met the beneficiary, although BD was more concerned about the disconcenered way this man tossed aside human life, life that had been one of his best friends. Life that had been Drake's brother. The man walked away, his steps fluid, as if he was gliding. He turned around and said with a cold snarl, "I want this thing weaponized by tomorrow, or you will have five of your people notified to our enemies. Do show me why you are the best, my memory wanes in my old age."

As he left, BD muttered to himself, "Yet you can never forget to be a prick huh...?"

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