24 Hours Later
The Assassin walked silently over the flat rooftop, the serum seemed to have worked, no one seemed to think it was strange that a heavily armored man was pacing the rooftops. He watched patiently, almost hoping that something would go wrong but nothing so far did, occasionally a bot would come prowling but the Assassin was always two steps ahead with his diamond rifle filled with syringes of viruses. One shot and it completely forgets what the objective is and reports it to the local authorities, fortunately for him the syringe disintegrates on contact with novium which is exactly what the bots are made of. Just then he picked up a transmission from the Leader, "The target is fleeing your direction, stop him from escaping but don't under any circumstances kill him, understand?" "Ay ay, captain!" the Assassin responded energetically, he searched for the target, a man wearing a green robe, he searched left and right before he noticed a flurry of green movement in the crowds below. "Target spotted, tranquilizing now" he reached into his pack for tranq darts but only found an empty pouch, " scratch that, no tranqs, proceeding to apprehend on foot."
The Thief watched as the target pushed spectators out of the way clumsily as she followed gracefully in his wake, she had almost caught him when an object fell straight on top of her, she turned to push it off and found nothing there however she still felt pressure on her legs. She called to the Assassin, he answered with a cough, "I almost had him, he's faster than he appears" she grunted in aggravation then shoved his invisible form off of her and continued the chase. The target hadn't gotten far but it would be much harder to get to him through the writhing masses of people, the Leader called in at that moment. "The Ethereal Serum, use it now!" He yelled into her ear, she was annoyed by the scream but scolded herself for not thinking of it beforehand, she pulled out a vial of transparent, nearly invisible liquid. She injected herself and immediately began to feel lighter as if she would float off into the sky if she didn't grab onto something, she shook off the feeling and began to sprint straight forward into the crowd. Instinct told her to stop before she hit the people before her but she ignored it and barreled right through them, they didn't seem to notice at all because she had literally gone through them, she didn't stop until she caught sight of a green fleeting object.
The Merc wasn't one for high speed chases but he was a decent driver, when the target had escaped through the emergency escape entrance he gave no indication of chase. Instead he took the elevator back down and hopped on a hoverbike, he listened for the others to inform him of the target's location, five minutes later they called it in and he was off. He passed them within a matter of minutes and had the target cornered by the time they had caught up, they seemed angry that they ran for nothing but in the end they were just relieved that it was over. They took their own rides back to the rendevous point and rested momentarily before they dealt with the hostage, the Merc opened his bag of torture instruments and began his work, the man talked within minutes but then instantly shut his mouth.
The Merc was about to continue when the Leader said "Alright that's enough, Thief erase his memory and send him back to the pit we found him in" the Thief moved to obey but the Merc stayed her hand "but we've barely gotten anything out of him, he knows more I can feel it." "He's said plenty, even if it wasn't with his mouth, release him" they obeyed and that man to this day can't remember how he got a scar on the nape of his neck in the shape of a star, however he does remember that whatever happened during the days he stayed in the Dark Tower he'd rather forget.
Dendri sat back, something wasn't right about all of this, well he always knew something was wrong but this seemed like more than he had anticipated. He rewinded again to the moment the man's mouth snapped shut, it was almost as if someone else had shoved it closed but no one was there, he tried thermal imaging, zooming in, and video enhancment. Still nothing was to be seen, that's when he thought to try one last thing, normally this mode of video taking was shunned by anyone with self respect as a video taker yet it might just work in this situation. It was called fifth dimensionalizing and in was nearly immediately taken out of computers due to its picture distortation, Dendri had several old computers so they had it at least, whether or not it would work was a different issue entirely. He clicked on it and nearly fell out of his chair, the picture had become distorted all right but that no longer mattered, on the screen before him was a black form that appeared to be slamming the hostage's mouth closed very forcefully. He turned it off and the image he'd been staring at for hours returned, he turned in back on and the shape reappeared as if it had been there the whole time. He needed to tell the others.
The Merc sat in his little apartment, he still felt like there was more the hostage could have told them. That Leader of theirs said no though, why did he do that? The Merc couldn't guess but he didn't trust him too much, if he's witholding important information, things we need to know to survive then I might as well take him hostage. Suddenly he felt a chill down his spine like when a manevolent prescence enters the room, he sat up and looked around, nothing was there but yet he still didn't feel safe so he stood up and shut all the windows, and locked all the doors. He ended up in the hallway outside his front door, just then he heard a knocking on it, cautiously he stepped forward one foot at a time and opened the door. When he looked behind it he didn't even have the chance to scream before he was out cold, he dreamt of an evil darkness that was invading his soul and then thought no more that night or any night since.