I look back and see autocorrect errors and typos. Proofreading takes just as much time as writing it, given how less I'm now having these hard days. Woe is the world.

July 18th, 2030

Lincoln forced himself off the bed while Lynn and Luna tried their hardest to restrain him, telling him over and over again that this was for his own good. The rival opponent he had fought against did quite a number on him, surprising even Elmont this way. The heals had closed already, but the pain of the clone's brutal attacks still made his muscles ache to the point he could not move without setting off the stinging. "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING ROOM!"

"No, you have to stay put!" Luna screamed at his face. "Heel, Goddamnit!"

"Your ass was just handed to you!" Lynn reminded him foolishly, putting all her pressure into Lincoln's shoulders. "Lincoln, I'd hate to say this, but I'm not going to let you die!"

The shirtless man with white hair kicked away at Luna, who had grip of his legs- or so she thought when he landed his feet against her chest, striking her breasts that wobbled her away. "BOLLOCKS!"

"Enough with the British, you're American!" Lynn shouted to Luna. "Hold his feet down harder!"

Lincoln dug his hands right into Lynn's hips and tried to push her away for distance. "AWAY WITH YOU! I'VE FOUND THE FUCKING BASE AND THEIR LITTLE CLONE SHIT IS DEFENDING IT!" He pushed her back wide enough to get some distance and time to knock off Lynn's arms, grab one of them, and pull her back right into him for a nice facial strike.

"LINCOLN, STOP!" Luna shrieked, jumping right on the bed and the rage-driven brother, locking him down with all fours. Then, she opened her mouth, revealing her inhuman teeth and battle scream right at his face. "STOOOOOOP!"

He did just that, only depicting a real ravenous look for the audience members before him, teeth gritted, eyes crossed, and the soulless devils that glittered from inside those same blue eyes telling Luna all he wanted to do was to hate something, hurt something, and maybe kill it. Kill, like the predator he had become. And this exact predator was due a rematch with the superior beast that had beaten it greatly, desiring to defeat it and to keep its own sense of victory.

Victory... And then what?

"You understand it, right?! Look at this! Look at me! There's even more dangerous people out there, and in the hands of our dear sister, too!" Lincoln had stopped resisting, but his sulking had not faded. "Why are you focused on keeping me down, when you can be assembling the team and going to them?!"

"Lincoln, quit it!" Luna tried to calm. "We believe you! We just... Don't know what to find there!"

"A white-haired clone of me-!" Lincoln repeated for the umpteenth time, only to be cut off.

"Yes, a girl version of you!" Lynn clamored. "We get it, but that might not be all we can expect from the remaining strays of Lisa's unit. Some real stealthy recon has to take place so we know what we're truly up against, as well as creating countermeasures."

"Oh, to hell with that!" Lincoln disagreed. "Get the team, move out and kill them all!"

"No!" Both women said with heated anger.

"Don't you forget!" Lincoln shoved into their brains. "Don't you let it slip that they know we know! They'll fucking move again or assemble their big guns, and if they have big guns-"

Lynn's eyes had widened, popping open with a trembling fear, because she did end up understanding it from a tactical perspective. Her arms only shook rather once, but Lincoln caught the hints and went in to feed that particular fear. "Big g-guns?"

"No, stop it, Lincoln!" Luna pulled Lynn away from their brute of a brother. "We can't confirm that Lisa made her own toys to use against us! Just because she might have cloned you-"

Lincoln remained flat on his back, snarling about. "It opens the door to more probability! A science company that manufactured actual mutated people also turned out to be able to clone people?! If I have one-" He raised a finger and pointed at the two of them. "How do we know one of you aren't cloned already? One, or both?"

Luna slapped his hand away, freaking out on the inside. "S-stop! We have not been cloned! L-Lisa..." Luna took a deep, but broken breath of air. "Lisa cloned you and you alone, that's what I believe! You, because Lisa needs your type of kin! Not me, Lincoln. Never me."

Lynn looked down, feeling broken up. She'd been sold on it because there had always been that chance. Lincoln Loud was brutal as could be, but he wasn't hiding his thoughts, or lying at all. Win... Win at all costs...

She then blinked, coming out of her mood. Wait, clone of Lincoln?! Her mind drifted back to the white-haired woman in ragged clothes over the orange shirt she knew as Lincoln's. And then here, Lincoln used the keywords "girl version" to describe the clone. That woman had to be the clone! Then-

Then that meant she had switched sides somewhere in between then to now. She gasped, realzibg how golden this had meant. Only... Damn it! I can't just drop what really happened! It's a goddamn miracle they haven't looked into the others... Paula... Polly... Margo... And not to mention I managed to lie perfectly about being a product of Vial's agenda.

She deeply inhaled, moving back to lean against the wall, feeling unnerved at it all. The weight of the world, or what she felt it to be, rested heavily on her shoulders. This Linka clone, the dictatorship of a future and a war being fought, and not to mention that girl. That blonde pheno who had the same pheno formula Luna had. So much more was coming... So much more. "L-Luna?"

"Hm?" Luna looked back over her sister. "What's up?"

"C-could you leave us alone for a bit?" Lynn fondly requested, rubbing her arm. Luna exhaled through her nose sharply, then gave in, nodding silently and strutting off. "Thank you."

"I'm gonna see Sam," Luna notified her. "Elmont is still keeping her on lockdown."

"Why did you bring a stranger-?" Lincoln hurled out, still wincing in pain. "Damn it."

"I'll explain later, guys," Luna vowed.

"Right," Lynn accepted, closing the door and giving her younger brother all her attention. "I didn't want to be the one to do this, Linc. I didn't want to bother with you, seeing as how much of... Well, how you've become, but it's the blood we share that earns you all we can share."

He gave no reaction, but eyed Lynn closely. "You wanna play honest girl with me? Alright, sure, go ahead and tell me what I think I know."

"What you think you...?" Lynn paced to Lincoln, sitting right at his feet, on the bedside. She took a deep breath and exhaled it with gloom, scratching the temple of her forehead. "When Lori left... It- It devastated Leni."

Leni was feet away from the door, waiting again. Waiting for dear sister Lori to come back again after her search for the missing Lincoln Loud. Come back again, nevermore. It hadn't been minutes, not even seconds, but hours that she was there, sitting in a criss-cross position, waiting for the door to swing open.

Lori.

Lori.

Lori...

Lo-

"Hey, Leni! It's dinnertime!" Lynn came jogging at her, turning her sideways to see a grief-stricken Leni with burning red eyes, tears, and dripping snot decorating her typically perfect angel face. She had been crying alone, with no Lori around to comfort the soul of this broken vessel. "Leni..."

But Lynn was there this time, stepping up to plate. She hugged the ditzy blonde, embracing her with all thw warmth the growing jock could ever supply to the fragile, caved-in sister in need of her best friend. "She'll be back, Leni. I know she'll be back..."

"And as much as I wanted it to be true..." Lynn toyed around with her nails, running her fingers through them mindlessly. "It never was. Lori was the one thing, the only person Leni loved and had a true bond with. Not any of us could ever be as close to her as Lori was, you know? And I'm fine with that- Or... I- I would have been fine if not for this!"

Lincoln stared up at the ceiling.

"Wasn't long before we accepted Lori wasn't coming back..." Lynn shook her head slowly. "We didn't know why, how could we have known? The signs were never there, and yet... She did it, just like you and Lisa did. She ran off-" Lynn snapped her fingers. "-Just like that."

"What do you want, an apology?" Lincoln cut to the chase, hovering around a finger in the air. "It happened, and we all made our choices. But I can admit that I didn't want to be found. I left, and I left forever, but Lori-"

"She chose you..." Lynn believed. "She chose you, you and the Freights." She shook her hesd drastically. "We were the family, Lincoln. Not them."

"Were, Lynn... We were a family!" Lincoln corrected. "Shit hit the fan, never to be the same after that."

"Just cause we lost three-" Lynn's voice split away from perfect tranquility. "I miss them, you cold dumbass! Mom, dad... And Lucy..."

"That was long ago..." Lincoln reminded her. "Why does it-?"

"Because Lucy was the closest sister I felt I had!" Lynn delved into memory lane. Somewhere in the shadow of the past, a beautiful, untainted lifetime, Lynn and Lucy had made up after fighting over something so trivial, with this time it being over sharing bathroom supplies. They hugged it out in their room on a late evening, and immediately after, they fucked up their room by making a spaghetti-centric mess in their room, to which they had to go and sleep over with Lincoln for the night. "Not Lori, not Luna, not... Not anyone else... And then fate decided her time was up! It's- It's diabolically insane!"

He blinked once.

"But it didn't have to be. It didn't..." Lynn wandered the room, pacing back and forth around. "We tried to play the part again, and for most of us, yes... Yes, Lincoln, we found ourselves again... And yet-" She raised and plummeted her arms down again. "All of this madness, and I don't want it. Not for any of us, and... I can't decide if... If I want you to feel whatever it is you feel..."

"What?" Lincoln had been sure Lynn had evaluated him perfectly, labeling him the right type of person he was. "You saying you don't hate me?"

"Tsk, no! Oh, don't ever get me wrong!" Lynn would never even dreamed of reconciling with her brother, a murderer with a clear sign of having no soul. "I can never express how much of a cruel person I think you are! And you should know by now that I absolutely thing you're the most disgusting person on the face of the planet!"

Great, another one of those Lynn rants, Lincoln rolled his eyes. "Earth to Lynn, I'm no longer the ugliest person alive!"

"Yeah, well..." Lynn didn't dive herself away from the current predicament. "You are the only one here who fits the profile." She stopped her pacing and went over him, looking over his patched-up body covered with the white pads that decorated around. "I hope you learned your lesson here, Lincoln..."

"Lesson?" Lincoln sarcastically repeated. "What, that I should have been more prepared? I didn't take the fucking battle suit, that was my one and only flaw."

Lynn was taken by surprise, somewhat hoping that Lincoln would have identified the mistake of not bringing in his sisters into battle. Sure, they were all in the midst of a really heated family matter, but the current situation involved them all to be a part of it. Lynn and company knew that Lincoln was driving out the suspected buyers for Vial, but did nothing to secure themselves a spot to join in. They figured Lincoln would eventually come forward and request some backup out of them, seeing as how the list was big enough to be split into five parts.

It never happened, and by today, it ended badly for Lincoln. Lincoln, the stone-cold killer who bit off more than he could chew, had just gotten a taste of his own medicine, and Lynn was praying that he understood it for what it should have been to him.

"NO! NO, YOU NEED TO LEARN TO RELY ON US! WE'RE A TEAM, NOT SECONDARIES ON THE SIDELINE!" Lynn could have lost her voice if she screamed any more louder than how she had. And it erupted right out of her when Lincoln did not see what she saw.

Lincoln never reacted with a facial expression, but he did respond, and he did so with a calm but cold tone. "I can't," he told her. "I can't rely on little girls who squirm at the sight of blood and gore."

"Squirm at the-?!" Lynn shook her head profusely, arms shaking with definite anger. "IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT, LINCOLN! IT'S YOU WHO'S THE PROBLEM, GOING AROUND AND KILLING ANYONE WITHOUT HAVING A SECOND THOUGHT! IT'S LIKE YOU-" Her voice was straining on her, so she inhaled and cleared her throat. "Shit... Look at me, I'm about to lose my voice while telling you what for..."

Lincoln readjusted himself. "Then, maybe you can stop talking, Lynn."

"No, I don't think so!" Lynn kept protesting. "Maybe Luan and twins aren't as adamant to want to tell you off, but I do, and so does Luna! I didn't get into the FBI to drop as many bad guys, and that's because I knew, Lincoln. I knew that life was so sacred, and it comes from what we've endured! I'd like to have made a difference in the world, where we made sure nobody innocent died at the hands of these Five guys! The same ones who are- Were affiliated with Lisa!"

"Then-"

"But I'm not trying to end someone's life! I try, I try so hard to not-" She struggled to talk, mentally picturing the bodies of those men, the ones she knew she had to shoot at. Bad guys, such targets with their own harmful, deadly agendas. "Why is it you who doesn't care about that?! Why do you decide that your own way is the only way?!"

Lincoln gave no answer, of course, leaving Lynn to come up with her own validating theory.

"We all fell, and yet... It's you, brother. It's you who fell in too deep to be saved..." Lynn had talked too much about it up to this point, that she was facing fatigue on trying to scold the grown man. "Whatever, I've tried to use my words, but it won't change you. I know it, you won't become merciful in this profession... If Elmont acted more by the book, he'd throw you in a supermax, and honestly, that's what I feel you deserve."

"Oh, Lynn..." Lincoln poked. "You're pretty cute when you get all preachy about properly boy scouting, or in this case, girl scouting."

"What?"

Lincoln came off of the bed, standing upright and threw the pillow at her. "Pathetic and too lenient! I did what I did because they were all bad folk, Lynn. Just men, and some women as well, who wanted to shape the world to fit their own image with no regard for life! All of the terrorists I've hit on the list, I'm glad I did!"

Lynn was turning red, being insulted by Lincoln who was basically spitting all her ideals.

"World is ugly, and you've got all of these agencies spending taxpayer dollars on simple survey jobs rather than moving in-"

"It's understandable! You've never been an agent-"

"When they could hit that outfit they'd spend months on watching just to confirm! And I would only need two guns and a vehicle to get the job done. No vest, no battle suit, just a regular-"

"Just because you've ascended past a regular human does not mean you are invincible! I mean, have you not noticed how you look?!" Lynn stretched both her arms at Lincoln, showing him back to his own wounds received. "You're-"

Lincoln tore off all of the wrapping, revealing that his inflicted wounds were now gone, save for mild red spots on there. "Punched me so hard it still ached after I've healed... Fucking wonderful."

"Hey, stop!" Lynn had her hands on him again, pressing them to his broad shoulders. "We're not making a move yet until Elmont approves it... Even if what you say might be true..."

"You know we have to consider all possible threats, sis," Lincoln strategized. "I can do it, Lynn. I, alone-"

"That's the self-righteous ego talking!" Lynn fired back. "C-cut it out... If we're all gonna have an assignment related to Lisa, I'd prefer that we do this together so that we don't make a mistake here..." She did, she really had some degree of guilt for leaving him alone to go out and pain the world red one place at a time. Maybe she could have prevented that, if she blocked all of his murder attempts, but the thing in question was that Lincoln was risking his own hide being captured from a well-placed trap that had been likely. And in this case, the trap was actually set in the base Carly had a hand in helping to achieve. Such a mistake could wind up with his own life taken in the blink of an eye, but little, and oh so little did he care.

Maybe she could have... And it would have never worked to fix him. Him, who had lost favoritism among the five sisters; why would it even matter now? Why did it still matter to Lynn-? Oh, she knew why, and the answer should have been obvious; Lynn wanted the image of a happy family that they've been before. Maybe not a perfect one, but a great one that could still be saved even after the hailstorm of drama, tragedy and raging fits among each other. Lynn was still in the process of making up with Luna, but it made the impossible possible. And that meant Lincoln could turn over a new, non-violent leaf. There had always been that chance.

"Elmont unified us all as a team, and there had never been a rule that said we couldn't butt in alongside you!" Lynn continued. "Either he was testing you-"

"Or he knows you needed to be held back!" Lincoln believed. "I'm the only one who ever really knows what we need to do, and for that, I'm here without handcuffs."

Lynn jerked herself back from him, letting go of her touch against his skin. "You don't get to do that without repercussions! There are still laws and morals-"

"That's for the living, not me!" Lincoln countered. "Don't you bullshit me with those words. I don't feel the need to regard and follow that..."

"Why?" Lynn then whispered. "Why do you do this the way you do?"

Lincoln blinked with surprise. Of all the questions that could have been asked today- "You're asking me why I don't grant mercy? Is that what you're asking me?"

"Y-you know what I'm asking..." Lynn wiggled her fingers mindlessly. "How can someone decide to be such... Such a bad guy?"

"Bad guy?" Lincoln repeated with a scoff. "It's not so black-and-white simple."

"You behave-"

"No, I'm in my right mind! I've always been, and the Freights- I thought of them as the ones who woke me up from the false reality, but I see it now for what it truly is! The world..." He instantly felt like he came under fire right that second. Reliving his infamous hell again when having to explain his perspective to Lynn. No, to each of them, them who had their kiddie gloves strapped on, of their own decision made because they were still weak. And for him, to know Luna wanted out of it right after having, and combating, the taste for blood, that sickened him, just as it had sickened him with the others. Maybe they were lost, so ultimately, his choice to exclude them was the right one, no matter who said what. Maybe a team was the opposite of what he needed, especially if its core members hadn't gotten their hands dirty. Maybe they just needed to see that the killing was necessary.

It was, it was very necessary, and he made sure it was. The Freights have made him understand that, but never with their ideals; no, it was that Lincoln had been placed under a form of ideal sedation, having bought that cruel and twisted ideology. For years, he was simply bamboozled into thinking they were doing right. Casting awareness, making more followers out of victims so that one day, the whole world would understand that all inhabitants of the planet needed to succumb to darkness, trauma, and all the bad shit to see the world's ways for how they really were; unfair.

It was all unfair, and they, the Freights of a dead era, cried out for the living to be subjected to their own pain. That was it, that how it was until he blinked. He, the albino with brute force, had only ever blinked once, long enough to get a whole new idea. Wrong. All wrong, and a right had to be done.

Maybe the world was unfair even after it all, but he could agree that it was a wild free-for-all where more monsters wandered about. Monsters with their own interests, acting against whoever dared to defy them, a constant bloodbath to no end. And then there was that monster who said otherwise.

The one monster who deemed the other dangerous predators of the night to roam free. Predators. Prey. It was all the same. Kill to survive. Survive the killing. That was the primal rule unwritten when entering the world, and maybe the darkest rule of them all. To him, to Lincoln, it was truth that must be followed. Had to be, so that he could keep on. Keep on and going, whatever it took to protect his sisters, the feeble minded in the morally whiter area. The children in adult bodies.

"The world is full of enemies, or maybe the world is one."

"I can't... Talk you down, can I?" Lynn had lowered her voice in a defeated tone. Maybe the albino was broken beyond repair- No, it couldn't be! He had reason to smile and laugh again! They were here... Well, the remainder of them still alive. I don't understand why he chooses death over life. What can he possibly accomplish-?

And then a whole new perspective opened up. Only, it wasn't a new one, but a familiar one, and one reiterated to fit into Lincoln. They were, they were more alike than she had figured out; two individuals who entered a battlefield had to know they would never last long in one, and would emerge as deceased. Deceased. Lynn, the Bureau agent, and Lincoln, ex-Freight, both of which had been placed to a higher level, with more dangerous of foes lurking about in the shadows the light of the world did not reach to.

Lincoln was doing the same thing she did; he forced himself into endless battles on a loop with no break in between, only prep time to ready up for the next mission. He went in, doing all he can to do ensure no one soul could have their own way.

Freights, inflated with self-importance and deeming themselves as the excusable exceptions of being psychos who set off an explosion and buried the world in rubble. Just another radical group wanted dead or alive by anyone who did not want to see their loved ones get blasted into kingdom come, and that number was far greater than the Freights themselves. The opposite. The opposite of what Lincoln was sold. Always will have been a deceptive lie.

But Lincoln had kept that belief onto himself, where he needed to be the one to carry out the destruction of these predators. Nothing has actually changed, only his targets, if he were to narrow it down. Only the targets had changed.

"The world is the world," Lynn thought. "I recognize there to be people and things that you do not like, and it's the same for us all, but there isn't... There has never been a thing we could ever do to change these things. I mean, maybe we could change something, but not all of it, and not in our image."

He dared not listen to her goody-two-shoes bullshit.

"What right do we have to shape the world? Lincoln..." Lynn laid down the hidden truth to him. "You are a hypocritical psychopath, doing what you don't want others to do. You should not be an exception if you truly follow through to your ideals."

"Ugh, there you go again- And don't even try to use the same excuse-"

"I don't see anyone else trying here," Lincoln pointed out. "Who killed the Freights? Not one else had, and if no one else could have done it, then it's me!" He delved into the deeper abyss now. "There'd been so much wrong done, and correcting it, I see it wasn't enough to do that with them. It's like I'm being told to do unto others the same merciless fate I've delivered to my old friends. Vial Corp and their buddies- Don't ever tell me they aren't deserving of that! And you should know they are, so why do you continue to preach to me?"

Lynn sighed, sitting herself beside him. "I don't know, Lincy, I couldn't tell you why. Maybe... Maybe I'm just tired of seeing the endless violence. Don't get me wrong, I know what I've signed up for, and maybe I was wrong to join the Bureau... My own team is dead, Linc."

The white-haired man turned to her, looking to her with real hand-me-down pity that he might have been forcing out. "I think I got that..."

"Yeah, well, I don't! I don't get it!" Lynn could have never expressed her anger and need to find the answer why it happened, but it happened just like that. Just like that, and the fine print guaranteed a chance of them dying, but not the way they all had. "Why me? Why am I here? Just to be tortured by you? I... I don't want any of this... I don't want to feel so- So shitty, so horrible, so-"

Dead... That was Lincoln's word choice over the one Lynn uttered, but not necessarily for her.

"The last time I've enjoyed myself was awhile ago, you know?" Lynn cupped her face with her hands, speaking in a muffled tone from then on. "The aura around us is just as negative as it is positive, but I feel like it's more hostile... Because you're here and I'm expected to partake on missions with no zero tolerance on kill missions. I don't know if I could right off the bat do that, if I could ever."

"Mmph..."

"It's scary to go there, and to never come out..." Lynn let tears leak out. "I don't ever want to become a broken mess of a person... I need to feel- No, I need to tell myself I have to... I have to..." She then turned her body towards him, putting her hands on his back and under his legs.

"What are you...?" Lincoln then closed his eyes and mouth, realizing she was going to take him somewhere. Downstairs, to his own room, where Lynn had set him down on his bed- and then mounted herself on top of him like a lover. Today, she would be equal to a lover. "Lynn-"

The ex-FBI agent removed her short red t-shirt, revealing a back bra and the cleavage on her, sexy enough to drool over. She leaned in closer, pressing her own pair of red, tender lips onto his own rowdy pair. Luckily, he had shaved, and Lynn would have never enjoyed shoving her mouth with a man of full facial hair. Her lips kept pressing against his, for she waited for him to accept her nonverbal request. And she went with him further, smooth hands assembling to his chest, fingers rubbing around his abs and skin. Not either of their eyes had closed, were only giving each other awkward looks. Then, after some painful few seconds, Lincoln closed his and kissed his brunette sister back, tugging her closer to his pelvis.

Brother and sister were deeply kissing in a matter of seconds, and Lynn moved to unbuckle Lincoln's pants, with him helping her out. She wanted it to feel something, to be reminded of what that missing thing was in her life. Maybe if it actually helped her and kept her away from this life's darkness. Maybe it would, it would make her feel alive, and he would never deny it for her, so he gave himself up. All of their clothes were scattered about, dropped alongside the bed.

Lynn aligned her womanhood down for Lincoln's penis to enter with fragility. He was just as big as that other guy she had gotten in bed with, marking an easy pro here. "Mmmmf..." The woman moaned seductively, fitting herself in comfortably before settling back down on him.

Their sinful dance was her riding him as she pressed her upper half of her anatomically perfect body pressed against him, plumpy tits pressed against him enough that it aroused him quite a bit, ensuring the formation of a boner structure deep inside her. This gave Lynn a greater sexual pleasure, driving her to increase her speed, moaning louder and faster. At some point, Luan would be curious and look in, possibly freaking out as to why her two younger siblings were committing incest underneath an empty grassy field in Long Island. Nope, nothing wrong happening over here.

Lynn managed to rock the bed and thrust Lincoln forward one inch at a time until he had gotten too damn close to the wall. She hadn't noticed it until Lincoln pushed her from his chest, and was about to stop when he sat his upper body straight up and kissed her neck all over, circulating down to her breasts as well, while she gave him her all, letting him in to a place she would have never thought she'd ever show. Funny... Funny how things were working out between them. Them, who were in disagreement on the war front, were in bed, having sex, but none of them were succumbing to the clear enjoyment that should have been in their "love-making". Lynn maintained her red, teary eyes that, rather than fading to their perfect green eyes, she sobbed again, dramatically decreasing her thrusts. She lost her drive and decided that she had felt emptiness at the latter half of the sex, falling down on him and resting her face right on him. "I can't... I don't feel anything..."

Lincoln wrapped his left arm on her, taking his right arm on the back of her head, softly stroking her hair as if he owned her. What more could he try do to with Lynn to keep her from falling? Maybe he was wrong; maybe the others were never meant to see what he saw, and therefore...

He had to be alone in this. Alone, just like he had always been. Then... Blinking, he wondered. Wondered if he was truly alone, despite the five sisters being around. Did he have to be? Did he?

Lincoln did the unexpected; he fully wrapped around her body and then picked her up and switched positions with her. Now, he was on top, arms pressed at her sides to keep from hurting her, which also boxed her in. He kissed her again, tongue going in deep as his mouth would allow. Kissed, and then rammed his own manhood back inside the wonderful meat cave it had been exploring about. He fucked her hard and fast, with more energy and force than she had been able to run on. Lynn's boobs jiggled on a timed interval, jerking upwards to her face and then coming back down. He retracted his face, kissing his way onto her chest, where he connected his lips onto her tits, grinding on her nipples and suckling away.

In her room, Luan had plugged her ears in when she believed Lynn to be masturbating, streaming some comedy videos on a tablet she had bought herself awhile ago. I guess we all need pleasure at some point, am I right?

Later

Lynn had dressed herself back in her clothes, exiting to the bathroom- all while walking in a funny penguin position. He screwed her pretty good and silly, and she was not one to deny it. The thing was, she had been dripping cum, which called for a shower. No, she hadn't forgotten about the recent update on the situation, but she was awaiting for an order from Elmont. Maybe it was true, and it was likely the four pheno sisters were due to get to the base. Problem was, Lincoln was the only one who knew the exact location, so they would have to get it out of him. That meant they would have to take him again for a rematch with this clone of his, but he had to get back up to shape again. Just a little bit longer.

As she went to get her clothes, she prayed to her God that Lincoln had not managed to be inside her to plant his seed. Sure, the cum might have been his, and maybe unprotected sex was more of a risk, but what were the chances Lynn could have ended up pregnant? No way... Right?

When she showered, she made sure to clean her entire essence free of Lincoln's touch. For all that it was worth, she did feel something. That something being a form of love from Lincoln who offered his own drive just to help Lynn out. So maybe she was wrong... She was wrong, and the old Lincoln was somewhere in there. Maybe she just needed to exploit that one somehow. And as the hot water had reached her face, pouring down to warm her body up, she gained some confidence and hope again. Maybe nothing was truly lost in the world as long as she had them. She knew that, but needed to remind herself she had never been alone, nor needed to hurt alone.

By the time she was done and redressed, this time sporting a black jersey with with stripes around the sleeves and the number thirteen marked on the front, and dark gray skinny jeans, she looked at the fogged-up mirror and wiped it down, staring at herself. That face, with her wet medium, regularly wavy hair without a ponytail, green eyes and freckles, looked back at her with no emotional expression. And she could still her younger self being projected into the mirror. That teenage version of her with the sporty clothes and her cheerfully ecstatic life force pre-fire; was it still inside her, or did she grow out of it that it killed that Lynn forever?

Listen to yourself! Now you've... She placed her hands over her heart, longing for a way out, to never know suffering again.

"Lynn, Lincoln, and Luna Loud, you are requested in the debriefing room immediately!" Elmont had finished a schedule for them by then, and Lynn had been more than ready to partake in what she assumed would be the final mission here. Taking down Lisa and the remainder of her assets, in the place where she had been cornered; it had to be the final battle, a short-lived war for Lynn, but not for Luna or the twins, the three of which had more beef with Vial Corp than she knew, so for them, this was personal, and mandatory for them to partake in this inevitable mission.

Luna had to let Samantha Sharp hang on in there while she had been summoned to the debriefing room. Lynn got there second, meeting up with the sister who had yet to redo her own hairstyle to that common pixie hairstyle she was most comfortable with. Other than that, Luna was in her usual garments, more or less. "Hey, love," the British fangirl greeted.

"Is this about that?" Lynn arranged herself a seat, looking around the room. Elmont had yet to arrive, but it was apparent he called them in early so that he could start right away when he got there. At that point, the zoomer twins in white suits had returned to the base. Lana's uniform was stained with some blood, however. "Hey, what the hell is that?" Lynn pointed.

"Not mines," Lana relieved, "but better me than hers."

"No way I'm gonna stain mines with the blood of some dumb robber," Lola stated. "So, after we wrapped up a gas station from getting hit by three skinheads, our wonderful leader called us back." She tapped on the black ear-piece communicator on her left ear. "So, what's the word on the street?"

"Lincoln's found the base," Lynn covered, "but he massively fucked up and lost that Carly girl. What's worse is that he got himself beaten pretty bad by a clone, an actual clone of his."

"...Wha?" Lola made a funny face and rotated her head diagonally. "We were gone for like... What, an hour or so?"

"This sounds way too dangerous!" Lana burst. "Why didn't you guys go backing him up? Oh wait, let me guess. Lincoln wanted to go alone, right?"

Luna showed it to be the case, hissing at the sound of his name. "That daredevil idiot is gonna get himself killed if he keeps this up! I don't know about the rest of you, but this serves him right, that's what I say!"

The twins sat next to Lynn, taking the next two spots on her left. "It might have been our own fault," Lola shared. "We made no effort to stick to him like glue, but maybe that all should change, right?"

"And I could not have it any other way," Elmont expressed as he arrived on the scene. "At ease, Patriots."

"Is that what we're being called now?" Lynn tapped her nails on the table. "What, like a superhero team? Are we one already?"

"If you wanna say that, sure!" The long, curly haired veteran pulled up a chair and sat down. "Before you even say, I am aware that it's been a bit long while I was trying to figure out our next play here. It isn't easy for me, considering the pressure that comes from knowing that they're aware their hidden base has been located-"

"They have a name for it," Lincoln mentioned, leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, looking like a total badass. "They call it the Black Network."

"Come, sit and tell us more, Mr. Survivor!" Elmont implored, pointing at the empty seat next to Luna. "I do hope you're better now, I'm gonna need all the pheno power I can use. After all, this is a time-sensitive case that needs to be cleared as soon as possible!"

"Why didn't you send us earlier?" Lynn puffed with aggravation.

"Paperwork and various calls," Elmont shrugged. "This job isn't exactly easy, you know. Plus, I need Lincoln to be there, so you four had to wait regardless."

Lincoln sat down next to Luna, across from Lynn and the twins, to which Luna scooted herself away from him enough to tell him she was still being a child. He gave no remedial shit and continued on with the briefing. "Well, now I'm all better, and I'm aching to get back to where I left off."

The other girls showed some disgust as he cracked his knuckles, turning their heads the other way.

"Lana, Lola, head to the truck," Elmont ordered to the blondes.

"We still don't know everything?" Lola questioned, only for Lana to run off, leaving Lola to follow pursuit without getting the full Intel.

"You three, with me," the head of the Division waved to the remaining Louds. They got up and followed him.

Lynn had a special surprise for her awaiting in their laboratory; a new spandex suit the way she'd want it, in a full red color and white stripes running down the sides, turning inwards to connect to each other. Bonus stripes ran around the arms and legs as well, placed at the joint areas. "Is this-?"

"For you, Lynn," Elmont smirked, seeing her face go full fangirl. "Flame-esistance, flexible, and works with your speed so that it will not fade out, the same material used for the twins' suits. Go on, take it out and get yourself an earpiece, then meet with the twins topside."

"Aw, fuck yeah!" Lynn rushed to the glass case, opening it and taking the suit. "Later, gators!"

Luna set her arms to her hips, swinging her waist around. "Okay, what about me? Or did you just want to show Lynn off to us? Got the hots for my sister, go fuck her when off-duty, man."

Lincoln coughed, looking away.

Elmont scrubbed it off, awkwardly trying to change the subject. "Anyways, Luna..." He tapped on the case next to Lynn's suit's, directing her to a dark purple suit better than the one she had been supplied with. "This one is more durable than the one we've given you, and also, we've noticed your fashion choice-" A white skull shone out on the chest when he tapped on it, which excited Luna. "It's customized, but has to be unisex. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, my dude!" Luna appreciated it. "Can it do that stretchy thing when I expand my body?"

"Oh, of course!" Elmont confirmed. "It's got the works!"

Luna knew her cue to take the suit, finding that it was more heavier due to it having ballistic armor plating on the upper half. "Oof, this better not give me any trouble."

"Tsch," Lincoln went, moving to his own battle suit. "I'm taking this, aren't I?"

"That, a communicator, and some Matrix Portals."

"Matrix Portals?" Lincoln repeated. "Those little black things?"

"Right. Taking ten of them, two for each of you. Now, Lynn is leading the charge, but seeing as how you were the first one there at this Black Network, you're the second-in-charge there. Take over the base, defeat every opposition however you see fit, and capture Lisa and Shepherd. After that, you secure the base and inform me on the comms to send in the clean-up cavalry."

"Got it," Lincoln assured, placing on the battle suit. "Keep eyes on my giggling sister."

Elmont took a deep breath and let it out. "We're doing our best to make sure she gets her dose of Calantine X," the man nodded. "Best get going now. And get to Maine with the portals, Model 76 is off-limits."

"Fair enough." And with that, Lincoln was on his way, following his pheno sisters.

Near the Black Network

The five Louds came up near the forest that concealed the scenery around them. Somewhere around them was the hatch entrance. He led the way, but had no clue on where it was exactly, taking the girls around in a random pattern all around the forest. Great, he left without a mark of some sort to help him should he have left out of an emergency. And by the devil's name, something had come up, and he had been caught with his pants down. God, it made him mad, burning with an internal rage from being humiliated.

They made noise, stepping on branches and thumping their feet on the dirt. Noise to alert any sound detector, maybe even a motion detector in the vicinity. The twins gulped, fists readied for quite some time. At any second, they could have all been ambushed by this clone Lincoln had, which made the twins a little skeptical, but confirmation had yet to be disclosed.

"Lincoln, we've been going in circles!" Lola complained. "Do you even remember?"

"No one stops until you hear a metal clank with your shoes!" Lincoln commanded.

"Hey, I'm the leader!" Lynn flipped at him. "We'll handle it... But yeah, locate a metal surface and report to me."

Luna sniffed the air, catching a familiar scent from Lincoln. "Dude... Dude, why do you-?" She moved closer to him, grabbing him to sniff closer now. "You smell like... Vagina?"

Lincoln and Lynn turned different shades of red, going flatly silent to hide their incestuous little deed.

"What a weird thing to say!" Lola retorted. "And very unbecoming of you, Luna!"

"What? It's true!" The woman in the purple suit took her hands off Lincoln and wiped her nose. "It's as if he got himself laid... Come to think of it, Lynn and Lincoln disappered from the med bay when I went to go check on them-"

The sound of metal echoing set Lynn and the twins to circle around Luna. Lincoln cracked his knuckles yet again, ready for a rematch with this Linka clone. "Fuck yeah."

Luna took a step back and bent down, revealing the entrance once she brushed away at the dirt that concealed the gate to the Black Network. "Is this-?"

They all looked inside once it was opened, coming into contact with darkness the light could not reach deep inside. Lynn was the first to jump in, wandering into the dark to try and feel any object. "Linc?"

Lana and Lola used the rusting ladder to climb down. There, they figured the way into the base was the opposite direction of the ladder. "This way," Lana pointed, feeling positively good about it. "Onward, Lola!"

When it was Luna's turn to jump, she transformed before landing, whipping out her beastly form, tail slithering at the ready. "We need some light in here."

Right on cue, and coincidently, the lights on either side of the narrow tunnel switched on, illuminating them the way to the blast doors at the other end where they were. Lincoln was under the impression they were able to be heard through some audio bug around, and not just seen. Just like before, he was leading them into a trap. Right now, they had an advantage, as it was seen by him. Here was to hoping the women Loud didn't get in their way, or tried to stop him from doing what he did perfectly. It should have been him by himself again, but he had to admit it, and he hated to, but he actually needed the backup. "Stay sharp," he warned them. "And out of my way, too."

"Ugh..." Luna scuffed. "If it can be helped-"

Lincoln pushed past Luna, catching up to the three zoomers. "Hey, there's a hidden door in the walls, maybe two. Be careful."

"The twins and I will make this overkill," Lynn believed. "What's the ratio that they've got a zoomer in here? If they don't, we easily win!"

"They ought to have countermeasures, Lynn," Lincoln's assessed. "Just don't get too cocky..."

Oh, you and your little Luan-like puns... Lynn felt embarrassed again. "I can get cocky when I want to... And believe me, I will again..." She shot him a triumphant look that he didn't know if it meant she'd be wanting more sex or if she was stating she could do as she pleased. Not that it mattered in the now.

"What...?" Luna's low, distorted voice was too much like that of a true monster that it put the twins uneasy, but they'd rather not make it known. Bad enough her own voice was a tad raspy.

"So..." Lincoln pointed to the blast door ahead. "I'm thinking we can't punch through that, so we'll have to enter through the secret door, and it's on the left. Start feeling for a hollow surface, girls."

"Damn it..." Lynn was not comfortable with Lincoln playing leader. "You know what? Go ahead and lead my girlies-"

Lincoln had already begun to feel around when, feet away from him, the secret passageway had opened up, and out came four brute shadows, some larger, furry, monstrous canine-like creatures, with three of them attacking the girls. One of them had grabbed onto the twins' legs and swept them off the ground, knocking them down. Lynn had begun her run- only to be stopped by another wolf-like beast who sent a fist into her stomach. She fell back into the wall, taking the hit with great pain, wind knocked out of her. The third one engaged with Luna, both of them trading claws upon each other. For a second, Luna seemed to be winning, up until the wolf beast was backed by the other two, leaving Luna to be beaten fairly easily.

And when it was Lincoln's turn- "What the fuck are you?"

The fourth one had only stopped him from joining in, its big, hairy arms raised up to deny him. He got a closer look on this one. Face just like a werewolf's own, long about was there, fangs were visible, the ears were pointy, and the ugly, saliva-drooling snarling was the thing it was emitting. The eyes, there was hatred in those blood-red eyes, and he acknowledged it the second they had met each other's gaze. He was cornered by the four, and then he found it funny. Funny when he had the sudden thought that these four beasts were the darker personas of his sisters. The monsters that they could have been if they fell down the road he walked on. Funny indeed.

And then, the one in front of him dropped its arms in a dramatically slow manner. And then it began to transform. The fur disappeared, body shrinking to a tinier physique. In seconds, the furry beast had disappeared, and in its place was a naked woman, and not just any random woman. The medium, wavy bob cut of a hairstyle was the dead giveaway of her identity- an impossibility for Lincoln Loud to process. It couldn't be, not in a million years. He killed her. He- "You're s-supposed to be dead."

"Aw," Lori sarcastically toyed with him. "Aren't you happy to see me?"

He was stunned quite enough to drop his guard, enough time for her to knock him out cold.

"Sweet dreams, baby brother."

Act II: Blood Ties, Chapter IV: The Fire Within