Lyrics to I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin
Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't wanna change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere
All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away
And I'll survive, paranoid
I have lost the will to change
And I'm not proud, cold-blooded, fake
I will shut the world away
Two Days Later... Whatever The Date Is
The black van was coming up fast towards the college campus, the driver going at a firm rate. The backseat passenger set their hands to the minigun that was hooked up inside. The plan was simple; they'd drive up into the clearing where the college students were assembling for school and spray their ammunition onto them. One block away, and already the driver and front seat passenger could see the parking lot of the large campus, and the young students all huddled around the parked cars, on the grass fields, and even on the sidewalks, engaging in these rather social activities.
"Ready?" the driver asked the would-be shooter.
"Let's get some!" the minigun's handler roared excitedly.
"Yeah, I don't know how I feel about this..." the passenger riding shotgun had their doubts about such a crime- especially when they'd never have thought it would be possible.
Finally, the van entered the block, and the sliding door of the van went open. Linka, the insane clone with a superchip embedded into her brain, yelled in sing-song like a housewife, and fired the minigun right at the innocents.
"Oh, my God, why did you rope me into this?!" Martial artist and blade-wielding Carly Evans-Nguyen, a simple child with a deadly complexity, found no reason for this to be, and as such, had shut her eyes and ducked her head while Leven just made a poker face.
What came out of the minigun was not bullets of the deadly variety, but a literal jet fire of erupting waters- and Linka, being heavily horny for the college babes, aimed at all the women she could get. "YEAH, HOTTIES! I WANNA SEE SOME SKIN! SHOW ME THOSE NIPPLES!"
"We're not subtle at hiding, A," Leven groaned. "Enough of this."
He drove off, making Linka screech childishly. "No. Wait, Leven! Ahh, my pussyyyyyy! I could get a girlfriend... I think."
"Get one later, you child!" Leven sneered, going at fifty miles per hour. "We're leaving!"
Linka waved to the cluster of wet, crying girls, and a few unlucky guys, giving them kisses before she closed the side door. "Okay, boss, but if we're concerned for eyes watching us, then we've gotta get disguises, like our hair that needs a new dye."
Carly kept her eyes to the side mirror while engaging with them. "And nothing ridiculous, I'd hope."
"Hey, Lincoln Loud mastery, of course I'm no amateur!" Linka sat herself down in a crisscross position. "I'll go adorable blonde, and... Hey, let's make you a redhead!"
"Brown hair is more fittingly an option," Leven chose. "I guess we've gotta hit the stores for supplies."
"Negative, brother," Linka shook, "I'm broke and so are you. Uh, Carly, babe?"
Carly shot her eyes on the front mirror, looking right at Linka. "What makes you think I'd have money?"
Linka crossed her arms, pouting. "Worth a shot."
Leven reached a red light, and upon stopping, he dared to give his clone sibling the stink eye. Linka caught it and raised her left eyebrow at him, bobbing her head up higher. He broke contact and faced forward as she looked to herself and wondered what was going through his head.
"Don't think I can't see you're upset, Leven," Linka blurted out. "Let it out like it's piss!"
"Well," he sighed with an unnerving but hurtful tone, "I've been thinking about what you said back there, you know, at the Division HQ."
"Uh-huh..." Linka went.
"You said it was because you care, and that is a veru natural, humanely emotional response to receive, but it does not line up to be a logical one."
"Explain what you mean, bucko."
"I mean, you knew who- What I was, you've read the file on me and knew my value. So, I've been thinking, you had us defect from the Black Network as to deny Lisa having her key superior human around them, nothing more than that."
Linka twitched at this. "That's over thinking it-"
"But not unreasonable at that, A. You just play with the very concept of siblings to ensure I came with you, is that right? Tell me if I missed the mark."
The little clone girl shook her head wildly, hair swaying from side to side. "No, that's not the primary reason-"
"Primary?"
Linka found herself stuttering like she was Bill Denbrough, and she knew the author could so easily change this fic to become a Flagg1991-esque tale. Why, you little shit, D...
Carly peered over her shoulder. "C'mon, uh, Leven, I'm sure Linka here thought of your well-being along the way."
"My heart bleeds for you, big brother!" Linka assured. "No, fine, I mean I wanted us out of there immediately! Lisa had Lori and her group of shits, no way was I going to stay around that! Ooooooh, if I can get my hands on Lori the bitch-!"
"Yeah, that's a no on a vengeance quest, okay?" Leven was the rational one of the group as of lately. "We're staying low until we get public updates on the state of the Black Network."
"Right, that happened," Carly whistled. "That thing inside your brain, you dropped the entire data mainframe out to the world. Friendly reminder, Lisa put me into the computer, so now I'm branded as a bad seed, so... You know, thanks a lot."
Linka blew a kiss to the passenger with a sarcastic smooch sound. "Hey, at least your parents will know you're alive, right?! This is a good thing."
Carly turned away from them, leaning further to the side of the door in misery. "Ugh..."
"What, did I say something weird?"
Leven raised his hand off the two o'clock position off the wheel, grasping it onto Carly's shoulder with warmth. "Hey, I know about what happened, kiddo. I'm sorry for your loss."
"Well, at least one of you bothers to do their extra credit work," Carly coldly insulted the first clone.
"Oh, well... Hey, I didn't want to stalk you, or anything like that," Linka defended, "I'd rather start a friendship with no cheats of any kind."
"Y-you're literally a clone created to kill," Carly pointed out. "I fail to see how we can be friends."
"HAHA! HYPOCRISY AT ITS FINEST, CARLY! DON'T TELL ME YOU WEREN'T SIGNED UP FOR A LITTLE MURDER!"
"I didn't finish..." Carly turned on the air conditioner on the van. "You're way off your marbles, it's... Somewhat annoying, even though it's pretty cool you have the literal internet right inside that head of yours."
"Aw, passive aggressive Carly, why, I could marry you."
"I'm not into girls, sorry."
"Enough of this childish squabble," Leven strictly commanded. "A, report on current events."
Linka fell on her back and closed her eyes, focusing on the peaking itch in her head, starting up the live computer she controlled once again. This way, she prevented the nosebleed she'd get, which still needed checking out, as Lisa had not figured out what was the cause behind that particular side effect. She virtually maneuvered into the Google site, accessing the recent headlines, personal thoughts, articles and news sites. Kron. Fox. CNN, any such site regardless of them being biased or not.
Secret Agency Patriot Division In Existence! The Battle Of Two Titans!
In light of recent, controversial events, the citizens of North America are left widened with absolute terror revolving the mysterious revelations of the Patriot Division, an off-textbook agency dedicated solely to dismantle Vial Corporation and its founder James Shepherd, as well as the menacing Black Network, the underground facility to house the founder, successfully putting him off the grid until recently. As to where or whom was responsible for the leaks, it has not been clear yet, but the government board is drawn into a state of panic, and computer analysts are doing their best to decrypt the files, all of which were primarily sent to all news outlets via emails from the unknown source.
The Patriot Agency itself had employed actual phenos (the term for the mutations made by Vial Corporation), specifically a group of six supers with apparent blood relations to each other. The revelation of some of their identities itself proves that jaw-droppers get the better of us; the two speedsters that frequent patrols over the New York area have their identities confirmed as Lana and Lola Loud, a pair of twin sisters born and raised in Royal Woods, Michigan. If that is not subsequently enough, we also have a third speedster thrown into the mix; one Lynn Loud, which some of you will remember appeared in the news earlier in the year as a missing FBI agent, just one of four young women, all declared dead by FBI Director Richard Mathers. Mathers gives no statement to this stunning truth, but one can surmise that he is left overwhelmed with shock. Luna Loud, a danger to reckon with, and one who has had her DNA infused with that of a reptile, paving the way for a carnivorous human much worse than your average cannibal, really a person drugged on bath salts. As I write this article, I want to save the best for last. Now, I'm sure you followed reports on, or have at least heard about this particular slasher going eastbound. That's Luan Loud, the crazy girl slasher that the authorities have not been real eager to name-drop with the reports and media. Of course, the Patriot Agency needed one such Harley Quinn for this, what, blatant version of the Suicide Squad? Let the records show that no one (to the knowledge of the world) had been held against their will.
Keeping count, only five of those six have been revealed. The last one, it should already been known, just so happens to be the one and only Lincoln Loud, the very same man behind the death of the Freights. Yes, that ex-terrorist is alive and well, and definitely a part of this little collective of "heroes" if you want to call it that. We can agree Vial Corporation has been run by scumbags with little regard for human life, but employing the aid of two, maybe three bloodthirsty beings, all of which come from the same family tree? Begs the question, why is it that a family was chosen for this? And, how is it possible that Velocity and Momentum are related to Lincoln Loud?
May God cast common sense into the government and have them rip apart the leader behind the Patriot Agency for absolute negligence on his or her part. No American should have to depend on such a person, especially one who participated in Freight activities in his prime.
"Oof... This fucker sounds biased as hell. World knows the Louds, don't know how they'll be reacting to Lincoln's resurrection."
Horrors Of Vial Corporation Leaks; The Secrets Behind Their Secrets
Vial Corporation was stopped, all facilities forced to shut down, many employees involved with the heinous crimes arrested. Story seemingly ends there, up until the wave of leaks hits everyone like a plague; James Shepherd has hidden in an underground facility in Maine, and then proceeds to run away to Malibu, California, where he is ultimately captured and detain by the Patriot Agency. What is the Patriot Agency, you ask? This is simply another black ops regiment built to fight the indoor battles, or so they claim. The simple addition of a pheno team, branded the Patriots, because why not, has changed the rules of the game by a long shot. We now have basic confirmation that authorities and agencies will not hesitate to weaponize these phenos, and I don't think I need to remind you what a pheno is. Personally, I do not seem this the best of ideas, given the state of the situation around all phenos at this time.
Regarding this Black Network, the world gets a deeper look into the dreamscape Shepherd sought out to accomplish. A revolution, the very start of a better, superior race of humans. We, the people, now know how he had advertenly planned it if he got his way; Kapacity Korp's many facilities just so happens to be owned by Peter McMahon, a veteran politician who made his way to a senator's seat. They had a friendship it seemed, a simple ruse where Shepherd had access to Kapacity Korp, which recently opened up its own clinic service, which lines up with Shepherd needing the DNA of every single person in the nation, and combine it with the formula of the so-called Superior Human, which had not been disclosed, sadly.
In other words, the Black Network was really a clone workshop, and Shepherd would replace the authentic, natural people for what he hoped would be better clones of themselves. This is, in no question, a plotted genocide, so incorrectly justified with the salvation of humankind. They simply thought they were doing good, and clearly and obviously crossed the line several times to get here. I mean, all of those poor phenos, they're the undesirables, the failed attempts to find and create the next evolution of human.
As of yet, the government officials and other select authorities are working on a joint operation to extract and contain the leaked documentation while the aftermath in what can only be described as an atrocious conspiracy as big as World War II.
"Nothing we don't already know, big brother! The spooks are trying to put a lid on the whole shitshow, but they're also trying to keep the obvious out of the media as much as they can, and that would be expert, freelance code-crackers decrypting the files and gaining something out of it. For all we know, there must might be some sort of civil war around this."
"Civil war? Explain," Carly requested.
"No one is dumb enough to talk about the Black Network's stuff in details that discloses certain stuff, there's a sort of restriction placed on the outlets, I'm sure," Leven assessed. "But we know for a fact that there were schedules, manifests and weapons- an actual playbook of their sales, along with all of their connections."
"No, not all of them," Linka corrected. "That fuzzball bastard McMahon covered his tracks, faking and hiding his involvement with the Black Network. He's good, he never stepped foot on the base, it's always been video and audio communications, and let's also not forget that we don't actually know what he gains in being a part of Lisa's crusade. I mean, he's a senator with high power as it is, why did he need to join Team Body Snatchers?"
"A valid point," Leven figured, rubbing his chin briefly. "We'd best be looking into it from afar. McMahon walking freely is all but good for us. At least we know Lisa's dead..."
"Yeah, that's to be expected from daddy," Linka excused. "Yeah, I'm calling him that cause why not?"
"Um, yeah, no from me," Leven groaned. "Thankfully-"
"That's where I come in," Carly smirked, feeling useful and somewhat pleased with herself. "Pretty ideal for you two to basically kidnap me and have ready that perfect story that I had both of you as My hostages." Of course, she then dropped her obvious sarcasm and looked back at Linka. "That's not going to work, I can't really beat you both at once."
"Isn't that obvious, my pretty?"
"Won't hurt to try it, Carly," Leven reinforced. "He knows I crippled the Division, but as to who did the Network in... Well..."
"You son of a bitch," Linka scoffed. "Okay, looks like I'm being pegged as the bad girl among us, I'll take that."
"Back to my initial point," Leven continued. "All that information circling the internet can't be taken down at this point. It's a gold mine, artifacts that belong in the dark web, and where people are looking, people have to be buying or profiting off each other. Blueprints, names of their contacts, and the very formulas that enable the creation of new phenos. This, this is what the entire globe is in danger of. The concept of a civil war here would apply to the public, a small group of real concerned individuals forming to fight against anyone they believe to misuse this for their own gain. Say the government, well, these citizens would protest or something."
"Oh..."
"And then there is the matter of the phenos themselves..." Leven went on.
President Bruce Greenwood Makes Statement; Government Officials Address Secret Agency
To quickly make an announcement regarding the rising conflicts faced within the nation, President Greenwood stood before the press at the White House, where he vowed to break down the doors of the matter. "Effective immediately," he says with a brazen look, "This Patriot Division is to shut down, all of its assets detained for questioning. The very nature of this recent event, and the inevitable animosity this will bring to the public will not be tolerated, and as such, me and my wonderful colleagues are working around the clock to ensure the safety of this nation, and to held all parties involved to be tried for their sizable crimes."
Furthermore, he addressed the good nature of the pro-pheno organizations, but warned them to tread carefully around the super beings, which only gives us a clear indication that there is fear growing in the wake of this unstoppable spike of incidents.
"Hmm? Oh, sorry, I was reading another piece for the readers! What were you saying?"
Pheno Shelters Attacked Throughout Eastern US!
"Actually, you seem to assess and understand the dilemmas we face- Go on, Leven, do tell us what the likely civil war will be about!" Linka flashed a thumbs-up in midair.
"Right, well, this revolves the significance of the phenos. Sure, they're all victims of Vial, and that's what the whole world should see upon first glance, right? How long has it been since the Dadetown incident? From then to now, I've seen headlines of what went on, and it's not pretty."
"Just cause I don't want to read...-"
"Let me guess," Carly inferred, "it's not about the phenos directly but rather the people who view them as either a threat or a victim. This fight will be between the people who say either save or destroy. All it takes is for the anti-pheno group to go far enough that the pro-pheno guys make it official, and-"
"Anti-pheno guys have already attacked the safe shelters," Linka dropped. "Maybe the time for war is now. Anything else you need me to search?"
"Hmmm... Is the status of the Kapacity Korp facilities still the same?"
"Yeah, the protests are still going strong, but the forerunners assure us all there's no shady shit going on. You buy that?"
"As soon as McMahon is taken down, I'll start believing it."
"Hey," Linka snapped her fingers, quick to remind Leven of a smaller mystery. "That punk girl with the greenish hair- Who is that?"
"Right, I remember her."
"Sorry, what?" Carly had not been on their level. "There's someone else?"
"If you didn't know-"
"Great," Leven groaned, troubled yet again. "We've got players that never stepped foot on the site, that's just terrific."
"No use calling for help, we've made both sides hate us- At least it's safe to assume that." Linka giggled to herself. "Pity, I would have loved to be around Lynn and Luna, but oh well, I missed out on jelly jam references! I was always a sauerkraut person, if I do say so myself, and I do! I very much do!"
"I wonder what Lincoln is doing at this second..."
Elsewhere
The Ungodly Stormbringer had gone to work. Nothing new and nothing clean about it, if anything. Chaos emerged at an unprecedented rate, but what was a dark avenger to do but go and hunt down the leads to McMahon? The only thing he could to, and the tactically reasonable, in his opinion, was to start the killing chain with the employees that worked for Kapacity Korp. Pity he had no list of who was ex-Vial, for he didn't spare anyone of his judgment, even the innocent.
He had already wrapped up his third kill this fine day, smashing the battered keyboard on a Griffin Horton's skull, near the late young man's desktop. No wife, no son, survived by no next of kin whatsoever, just an empty one-floor abode on a quiet suburban neighborhood in upstate Maine, where it looked too peacefully tranquil for any such crime to occur- and Lincoln broke that streak today just by setting foot around the place. Bloody were his hands, reaching up a polkadot decor upon his arms. The warm blood droplets on his skin, he did not mind. The keyboard, with some of its keys having come loose after the fourth blunt impact, had slipped carelessly out of his hands.
He was done, but the body was still twitching about, engaging in some sort of seizure. It would stop, pretty soon it would stop. And so would the body.
Back To Linka, Yeet
"Oh, how I love it when the transitions focus back on me!" She dabbed shamelessly, almost as if she were Raganoxer, the personal cover artist for Flagg1991's edgefests.
"As we already didn't know what his current agenda is," Leven guffawed. "We know his style, we are practically him- Yeah, so maybe in my case it's partially, but to each their own."
"Is this agenda blood-soaked just the same?" Carly looked into the glove compartment for peppermint gum and stuck a piece over her tongue.
"Oh, yeah, totally," Linka rolled her eyes as she confirmed it. "What I'd do is go hunting for Kapacity Korp employees simply to drive McMahon desperate, considering that he's still the head boss of the entire landscape. It's good for us all, people will notice and questions will be asked, but also bad for us because daddy is putting a bigger target on his back. Who knows what fucking faggots McMahon's got wrapped around his fingers? Lincoln might as well be going up against military powers if this goes on. Then again..."
"If people look closely, it will be certain there is foul play at work," Leven added. "Then again, the world is clouded by events- and this is only occurring on this soil. If Lisa sanctioned the agenda to foreign countries, that would heat things up massively."
"Ugh..." Carly facepalmed herself with guilt and anger. "I joined this shitfest of madmen because I was told- guided, actually- that it was my fate."
"Huh?"
"What kind of fate would joining evil scientists be?" Leven grasped. "But, you're a mere child, why did you allow-?"
"I can't even tell you that!" Carly yelled. "B-because I don't know... I guess I made a really dumb choice if anything..." She concluded with a sigh, feeling heavily tricked by that deviant liar Ray Robertson, the handsomely suave magician guy from-
From like, ten chapters ago! Hi. Linka here, taking over in the form of italic sentences build to be my thoughts! Hey, since this is my chapter, mainly, I have the power to take over every so often! So... Do not get any spelling errors, you dumbass author.
Act III: Further Into Darkness, Chapter I: Linka's Bizarre, Amazing Adventure Into The World! (Co-starring the Linka Log, a space alien, a clone, and a cute Asian girl she wants to dildo. Jk, we were kidding about the Log)
"Okay, so there are some idiotic, nonsensical choices that behold us to burdens, I see," Leven muttered. "Well, at least we're all assembled."
Linka quickly sat up and vomited out reddish chunks of moist, bloody innards along with some metallic fragments, the remnants of the hail of bullets fired from both Allison and Lincoln since, well, you know, the previous act. Sorry, Linka.
I'm wonderfully hurt.
"Whoa, ew..." Carly squirmed. "I'm not cleaning that up this time."
"Fucking hell!" Linka gagged. "Better this than shitting out the smaller rounds."
"What-? Don't be so disgusting!"
"Sorry, force of habit," Linka grinned, coughing violently. "Anyways, there is something I want to add. This concerns you, Leven."
"Tell."
"Right before you made the leak, I advertenly wiped the clone files from the duplicated ones."
"Uh, yeah, I think that was made clear, considering we're not on the headlines of photos of any piece or article. That's good, A, keep five prominent weapons out of the spotlight. For sure, they'd want to ensure our deaths, no doubt about that."
Linka sighed with grief and bobbed her head down, depicting a sort of troubled feeling while she went on to wipe her red, tiny lips. She had sighed this way only due to the very few sentences she had read in a very specific file that Leven hadn't even, a very terrifying thing to get her scared- and it fell on her to say or forever hold her peace.
Only, the very second she unleashed it, Leven's instincts had kicked in. "What troubles you, my insane clone sibling?"
"Oh, was that out loud? Ribbit, ribbit, the frog croaks not what she means!"
"Very well, if that is your choice." Leven continued to drive, to a destination unknown.
"I'm hungryyyyyyyy," Linka groaned, patting her soft, small stomach. "Let's rob a bank!"
"No!" Leven and Carly disagreed in unison.
"That's not very cash-money of you," Linka snorted. "Fine, a convenience store."
"We aren't committing robberies out in the open..." Leven then developed an idea. "Hold it, girl. Supercomputer inside your head... Hacking abilities, I'm certain- Okay, wait."
Fucking Minutes Later
Linka put on Carly's special uniform, the dark but comfortable get-up with a feel similar to pajamas, which Linka's child nature loved dearly. "Mmmmmf, the essence of baby girl."
And Carly herself had switched with Linka's new clothes; an orange sweater and dark blue jeans that were more loose on the Asian girl. "No, you, and... Wow, you're skinny!"
"Too tight for you, honey?" Linka blinked flirtatiously at the girl.
"I'll be fine, just walking around in these- Jeez, they are pretty tight."
"Just like-"
"If I have to hear another sex joke, I will punch you!"
"Make sure to hit my pussy, that way I can feel you."
"UGH!"
"If you two ladies are done playing with each other..." Leven was the genius one here, and yet he wholeheartedly agreed to a little stunt that would place them on the radar. Certainly no other way to acquire monetary funds, this had to be the only way. The only advantage Leven knew they had was the imminent shut down of the survellaince systems on the shop they'd hit, courtesy of Linka.
Plan was fairly simple, only said of course; Carly played a customer, Linka was the robber, all masked up in Carly's suit, where she'd take the girl hostage, the leverage against the poor cashier who had to deal with it. Leven stayed out of it, making himself the driver only. No one had anything to worry about apart from the possibility of the cashier, or any witnesses having photographic memory, and a clear head for them to take a glance at the license plate.
Leven found a 7-11 store just up ahead, but he drove past it, dropping Carly off five blocks away. Ten minutes later, he'd circle back and drop Linka off closer to the store, just opposite of the street. By then, Linka would tamper with the systems, cleaning the board before she entered. It was all well and good, and no such obstacle got in their way- well, the three of them made that initial assumption.
Carly went out of the van when Leven pulled over at the first planned stop. "I got this," she told her clone friends, closing the van shut again, scurrying away back to the store's direction.
This left Linka and Leven alone again- and with the elephant in the room being too big to go unnoticed. "So, uh, how's the weather?"
"Link-A-"
"Oh, be formal, big bruddah! It's Linka, and it will be that until I die."
"Yeah, yeah, I don't know about formalities, it's not like we're real humans."
"Pffft, I feel real!" Linka believed. "I can express emotion, as you two can clearly see..." She pointed her head to the blood stains on the floor. "That is no walk in the park, you know? So, what's the plan? We've gotta lay low, right? I suggest Clyde McBride's place! He helped dear Lincy with stuff before he renounced his ways with the Freights. Surely he can help us."
"What, go to Royal Woods?" Leven pondered it. "I am unsure of it."
"It's not a bad choice, bro!" Linka tossed herself into the passenger seat. "Trust me, we have no other sensible option here. Plus, who'd think to look for us there? I mean..."
It started to strike into her mind and heart, and Leven raised an eyebrow as a response to it. He caught on. "Hey, Linka..."
"Oh, you finally-" She sniffed. "-Said it, you! I'm...-"
"You okay?"
The emotionally injured girl faced frontwards and thought of nothing but to bash her head against the glove compartment for what she perceived as stupidity from these dreary, weakling emotions. They brought her down, wreaking havoc upon her mind, hurting her again with the ghosts of the past. Not, her actual first time that felt like the umpteenth time, and this was because it happened before. Not to her, nor to Leven, but to... Him. "F-fuck me in the ass and spread barbecue sauce on my titties, you albino wretch!"
"Uh..."
Linka snickered hideously and waved at him. "No, no, the Linka is fine! Moment of wuh-wuh-wuhhhhhhhh-"
"Okay, kiddo..." Leven gave a hefty nod now. "Royal Woods, we go."
"Huzzah..." Linka opened the window and glanced outside.
TRANSITION TO CARLY, M'DUDES
"M'dudes," I love that. That's totally a Cryandia phrase.
Shut up, Linka.
Okay, m'dude.
Ugh.
Carly walked around the back of the aisles, scavenging for the drinks she wasn't interested in purchasing at all. The cashier, a young Indian feller in his twenties, had followed her with his near-mindless gaze, ensuring there was no shoplifter present in her. Sure, maybe the security can could pick it up, but there was currently only him at station. Typical, 7-11 would run to the ground like this.
WE'RE LOOKING AT YOU, SAN ANTONIO LOCATION.
LINKA!
BORED SITTING IN THE VAN!
Truth or dare!
"Have you tried the Red Bull drinks?" Carly caught herself skipping a heartbeat when a brunette girl around her age approached her. "Those are pretty good."
"Oh, I haven't, but I wish-" Carly was lost in her conversation enough to let it slip that she was broke. She would have slapped herself for that, if not for the girl still being right in her face. "-Errr, I mean, I don't know, heh."
Gwen raised a finger and attached it to her bottom lip, eyes rolling from top to bottom, checking out the cutie pie from some other country. She remained silent and gave Carly some googly eyes before Leia appeared behind her and pulled her away. "We have to get moving, you!"
Carly just scratched her head cluelessly. What just happened?
"I pick truth!" Linka selected, closing her eyes with her hands.
"Okay, what would you relive again as Lincoln if you could any?"
Linka pondered it. "Hmmm, well, that time I overthrew Lori with the babysitter role. You know, you gotta remember, right?"
"I think so, yes."
For those who forgot, it's the No Guts, No Glori episode! God, I would so repeat that crap.
"Looks like time is up, we should move! Hey, access the store's monitors and tamper with it."
"On it-" Linka sucked it up and did her thing, all while the irritable sensation to bleed came a-knocking, followed by the blood that fell and stained Carly's get-up. Leven punched it and drove forward, making a U-turn on the next intersection. They aligned themselves with the store, and Linka quickly jumped out of the van and dashed across the street when it was barren of cars. Midway, she hopscotched it like a schoolgirl, shaking her hips side to side in an adorable fashion. "Watch me hip, watch me sway-sway!"
Leia, Marsha and Gwen were already at the register, purchasing their road snacks when the albino clone in the ninja-like uniform pounced in and drew the deadly blades out. Carly drew closer to Linka, picking up on the cue. Marsha quickly scattered behind Leia, prompting Leia to shake her off while backing away from Linka. "Oh, shit, is this-?"
"THIS BE A YEEHAW-BBERY! ON THE FLOOR, GIRLS!" Linka advanced to the counter and readied the blades. "CASHIER MAN, GIMME ALL YOUR MONEY-"
Carly waltzed over to the entrance without being sneaky, the perfect card for Linka to take. The albino turned and grabbed Carly before she could get out of the store, an act that was worth an Oscar award. "AGH, HELP ME!"
"OR THIS UGLY CHINK GETS IT!"
Well then, you're so not kissing me, Carly thought, grumbling.
Leia and company followed Linka's command and went on their knees, hands extending outwards, but none of them were silent about it, giving off girly whimpers and cries, panicking for their young lives. The Indian cashier followed the standard protocol and opened the cash register.
"Oh, my G-God-"
"Put the money in a plastic bag, you miserable bastard!" Linka ran the blades up against Carly's neck mercilessly. "And hurry!"
The employee complied willingly and wirelessly, dropping the half-full plastic bag in front of both girls. Linka had Carly pick it up, only for her to sic the katanas back on her small neck, and then she began backing out with her hostage. "NO COPS, AND DON'T FOLLOW ME!"
"C-call the cops!" Carly mustered with pretense. "Please!"
"SHUT UP, YOU!" Linka dragged her out while Carly held the bag firmly. They were soon out of the store, and everything had gone according to plan.
Then, there was a clank and some barrier that stopped Linka from moving backwards. She assumed she hit a car, and turned around to face it. "Just my luck, Carly-"
Oh was no car, but rather a metallic suit of some sort that had blocked her. "Halt, robber!"
"F-fucking Iron Man?!" Linka dropped the katanas and went for a direct punch- and hurt her entire left arm in the process. "Ow, what the hell?!"
Carly gulped and fainted moments after, accepting a heavy loss today, and Linka didn't catch her for shit.
"I am placing you under arrest," the metal suit spoke with an echoing distorting voice. Here, it was obvious that there might have been a man under there, rather than a drone operated by some network; no such thing had existed yet. Or maybe Linka was wrong.
"Arrest-" Linka gagged, picked up Carly and ran for the van. "FUCK YOU, TIN MAN! LEVEN!"
"GET IN, GET IN!" Leven boomed heavily. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?! AND WHAT IS THAT?!"
"DO I FUCKING LOOK LIKE YOU?!" Linka shoved herself and Carly inside, and oddly and miraculously, the armored being had not given chase. "C-cosplayer, has to be... Damn it, I lost the swords and the money!"
"You what?!" Leven floored it, speeding away from the curb and exited the area. "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! WHO THE FUCK-?"
"Calm down, we're far away from-"
Leven took a look at the side mirror, and to his horror, the metal man was zooming right at them with what could only he described as a flight ability. "AGH, NO WE'RE NOT! MINIGUN, LINKA!"
"I COMPLETELY MODIFIED IT AS A SUPER WATERGUN!"
"IDIOT!"
"SORRY! JUST SPEED UP-" Linka jerked forward along with Leven, impacting right out of her seat. Carly slid forward, bumping the back of her seat; the van had barely stood on stable road, nearly being overturned by the mystery man in the metal suit. "SHIT, OH SHIT!"
"Surrender willingly or be terminated!" The figure flew over the van, latching their arms right on it it once laying right on the roof. "Final warning!"
Linka poked her head out the window and screamed at the whistleblowing vigilante. "FUCK OFF AND DIE, CAN OPENER!"
"IS THIS THEM?! HOW DID THEY FIND US?!"
"HEY, BROTHER, I RATTLED THE SYSTEMS! IT CAN'T BE THEM, IT JUST CAN'T!"
Just then, Leven formulated an idea. "Follow my lead!"
The van came to a grinding halt, pulling over to the side of the road, right around a clearing. The man of metal rolled right off the van, coming down to land on Leven's side, opened the door and heaved him out, ripping right through the seatbelt. The clone hit the pavement hard, getting pinned by the foot of the metal man mercilessly. It was here that he observed the suit more closely and noticed that the design was unlike anything he had seen before. It was akin to that of a medieval knight, decorated with some weird markings on the chest plating, but the helmet on the person was a basic motorcycle helmet.
"What?! What fucking lead is-? Ohhhhhh!" Linka jumped out of the seat and dropped out, falling on all fours and quickly trying to link up to the high-tech suit's systems. She hoped to the angels that there was something to connect to- and indeed there was... Only that she found herself reading a bunch of mumbo-jumbo random signs that was totally not English. She looked past it for a second, rearranging the settings against the suit's user. "Abrakadabraaaaa!"
The vigilant Samaritan stumbled over backwards once electric shocks sprung all throughout the knight-like armor, and Leven gained an advantage and flipped the metal man hard on his back, turning the tables successfully on him. "Linka!"
"Yeeeeeees, call me by my custom name!" Linka raced around the van, face bloody from her nose downwards again, leaping right on top of the metal man. "Let's unmask twitchy here!"
"No, no, please don't!" The iron man begged frantically. "Do not-"
Linka forced her hands on the helmet and yanked it off the man. "BOOYAKASHA-"
The face that revealed to them was not human in nature, but a reddish face with some bright yellow eyes, pointy years, and no hair at all, save for a scar that ran alongside the left part of this inhuman's head. He screamed and covered his face, rolling over to try and hide it, despite them having already seen his true form. "Humans!"
"Are- are you a pheno?" Linka looked towards Leven for an opinion instead. "This is a pheno!"
"Looks like it to me," Leven agreed. "Hey, you, what's with the sudden halt?"
"I think we should kill him," Linka suggested. "He's down like a weak puppy! And I want his shit, too!"
"I'm rather curious as to who and what the goal is here, please be patient." Leven flipped the metal man over, and kicked him right in the gut, making the pheno react and toss his hands up. "Start talking, tell us who you are."
"Do not be damaging my armor, good sir!"
Linka placed on the helmet and frolicked about majestically. "I'm a Stormtrooper! Pew pew, my aim is shit!"
Leven kicked him again, this time in the face. "Your armor is the least of your concerns! Now, again... Linka, you hungry for pheno meat?"
Linka removed the helmet and smiled erratically. "MOMMA IS STARVES!"
"Pheno? Nay, I am not a modified human!" The figure raised his arms up carefully. "I am... How do you say, an extraterrestrial being?"
"An alien?"
"Yoooooo!"
"Are you being real with me?"
"YOOOOOOOOO!" Linka howled louder.
"An... Alien-"
"RAID AREA 51 HOURS ARE NIGH, MY LORD!"
"Zip it, A..." Leven studied the being now, analyzing his expression. "Sure, let's say that's true, but why would an alien with this technology bother with us? You seemed to emulate, take a role on, of a power of authority. What, you're a cop, or law enforcer, that's more believable than this, and a pheno one at that."
"Not a pheno," the alien said.
"I say otherwise," Leven disagreed.
"But I have been keeping track of earthly events, and I side with the phenos, therefore-" The Alien pointed to his face. "Humans are to believe I am a pheno, so that they do not frown upon these poor humans, a turning of the race opinion. As it had always stood, euality is the gateway to piece, I believe, and through that-"
There was rationality in that, but the fact to get Leven in a loop was that this person, not a pheno by his word, claimed to be from beyond the stars. "Okay, well, that's..."
"Aliens in Dawn! Aliens in the fucking fanfic!" Linka waved her hands to the sky. "Now, I know Lulu is an icicle underneath Area 51 at this point, but wow, my first real alien right fucking here! Lame, I don't have a phone yet. Say, wasn't there a show named Alien Dawn on Nick? How incredibly bizarre. READERS, I CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP!"
"What- What's with the female human?"
"She's being herself, a bit annoying- Oh, don't derail me, man. So, what's your name? What do I call you?" Leven patted on the armor, feeling the cold, clattering metal upon his palm. "Not to be rude, but aliens should not speak English, and clearly you do."
"Universal translator- Let me up, Leven."
The clone took his foot off of the visitor. "How-?"
"This suit be an advanced model, features are never faulty, a true craftsmanship made from the finest-" Alien stopped. "Uhhh, the word here is blacksmith, according to the translator. Well, might be the closest thing to it."
"This is completely sketchy, dude. An actual alien playing good cop with some... War suit, at no doubt, but just to help phenos?" He laughed, then frowned. "No way, man."
"Tis but the truth, human friend."
"Where are you from?"
"The distant planet Calagitos, of Qudrant Four of the galaxy."
"Uh... Hmmm, and why are you here?"
"A war consisting of Calagitos and its two neighboring planets. Refuges escaped, ventured all over space, and some few landed here, me included."
"So... Not the only alien?"
"Ohhhhh," Linka understood what the alien's true plan was. "You sneaky motherfucker! I see your game!"
"Explain?" Leven was lost for the first time.
"He wants to send out a message to those aliens, using the situation of the phenos to give himself a name. Media will cover him, playing the superhero role, to get attention on him all over! Boom, I connected the dots, me! Linka Loud!"
"Oh, well..." Leven assessed it. "Okay, that makes more sense-"
"And it only works around these reporters, and... Dignitaries? I'd like to keep my entire suit on until I'm ready to reveal my face."
"Huh..." Leven was baffled. "So, a soldier, I'd assume?"
"No, no," the alien responded with a wave. "I've been examining the earth history to compare to mine. Back home, Calagitos was a planet that ran just like a kingdom. King and Queen Virescium ran it, and just like here, the planet inhabitants were mostly peasants, the poor who lived beyond the richest part of the planet."
"Yeah...?"
"I was a member of the Scythe regiment. Scythe, or Scythers, were the royal guards that protected the royal family, but I soon uncovered a conspiracy within the walls of Flegorensce."
"The what?"
"Shush, Linka."
"The members of Scythe and the young princess of the royal family had concocted a devious plan to kill the Royal Pair, and the power would pass onto the princess. Now, the Virescium family had power over not just Calagitos, but the two planets next to it, Golegkium and Starigion. The ruling figure would have immense power, and the wielding ability to bring about war. You see, Golegkium sits on a... You call this a gold mine, and Calagitorians have this ability that, when tapped to, turns them into enhanced beings. Throughout our history, all the Calagitorians have been oppressed and weakened so that they don't have a slim chance to reach this frightening power."
"Damn, that's a pretty good story."
"A story I would rather it be fictional in dire nature," the Scythe guard expressed. "So, it happened already. The king and queen are dead, Princess Viscerium rules with a heavy hand, and Calagitos is at war with both the next-door planets. Even worse, Golegkium and Starigion have engaged in battle with each other."
"Well, damn, that's even more complicated!"
"Hmmm, Linka, consensus?" Leven requested.
"I googled all keywords, and not a match to any such media or novel. Maybe Mr Scythe Bodyguard is telling the truth. I did see those weird symbols when hacking his suit, after all."
"Alien war, that's just great, and we're no better on this end of the galaxy."
"My eyes can tell," the guard agreed. "You can see why I have to detain you-"
"No-"
"YOU UGLY SHIT!" Linka came and tackled the alien, landing right on his face. "Excuse us but we are clones made in shitty lab, running from two parties at once, so fuck you and your agenda to message any Calagitorians or whatever the fuck has landed on our planet!"
"You're-?"
"Stop telling the world we are pheno-modeled clones, A!"
"You are phenos?" The guard got up and studied them, taking back his helmet from Linka. "Thank you!"
"Ugh," Leven groaned. "Complicated matters, but plainly put, yes we are."
"Yeah, now go away and capture the real criminals around!" Linka brushed away. "Shoo, shop, back to Venus with you."
"Well-"
Quickly, transition to the next scene! Fuck this alien guy!
Later, At Linka's Request
"Intriguingly shocking..." Leven had let the visitor board the van and had him curl up on the back, much to Linka's grumpy irritation. "So the female can link with any technologies of any sort?"
"And you said no to spilling the tea," Linka pointed out, calling out on His Majesty's Hypocrisy. "You dipshit clone."
"That is her advantage, yes, but we are equal apart from that," Leven explained. "I mean, in terms of abilities. I beat her in intellect... On most areas."
"Just cause you inherited half of Lisa's brain-" Linka scoffed and flipped Leven off. "I hate you today."
"Say, what of alien technology?" The Scythe guard had been contemplating requesting Linka the human girl's aid in his space mission. First thing was first; locate and train any extraterrestrial strays from the three planets to form what little of a resistance he could gather and fight the big fight that had not ended, at least by his belief. Linka seemed to be a huge upscale of an advantage if she were able to take control of the opposition's war toys and weapons systems, plus more. That would require Linka to actually learn the alien language- and in the grand scheme of things, the crazy girl with a brain that short-circuited to an instability level was likely to say yes only on the condition they'd quickly assemble a team, and Linka tossed out the options of having Lyle, Lindsey, Caroline and the hottie Sam back in play.
Maybe it would have been strategically advantageous for the trio, seeing as how they had to be off the grid, and who would look for them in space? Far away, specifically, in ground zero of an alien war?
Only, the Scythe alien guard wanted Linka and the aliens in hiding over Linka and her own crew.
"Pffft, I think so, yes," Linka believed. "I just need to translate shit, cause... I don't speak lines."
"And I doubt you would be able to," Leven added in, already sensing where the alien was going with this. "Well, I hope you find your little resistance and win that war that is in no way our battle to fight-"
"Humans, I implore you to see reason!" The alien would not let up. "This is a heavy sign from the Allfathers! A grand, divine outcome that pushes my kind towards the salvation of the Calagitorian race, and the future generations we carry! Linka of Terrenius, I so desperately need someone of your magnitude-"
"Hey, man, I'm totally flattered and all, but I don't wanna leave sweet, sweet earth for an escapade- Wait, are there hot girls?"
"LINKA!" Leven developed a headache. "Still having trouble processing this, in all fairness."
"I would gather it would be overbearing for a human, yes."
"Listen, I'd love to help you cause all of this, it sounds like a true injustice, and I've got an itch to correct whatever that shit would be, and Linka here is the same-" Leven shook his head. "-But we can't help you, and that is the bottom line."
"I see..."
"Hey, you can pretty much use as many phenos as you can, as long as they're as open-minded as we are."
Linka nodded repeatedly, smiling mindlessly in the process. "Yeah, and hackers, too! You want guys like me- Or girls- Earth supplies aplenty of tech whiz people."
"Supposedly good an idea, yes."
"I'd love to help, but we have our own problems here to deal with here," Linka shared. "Maybe... After our story arcs end? Or at least in the next act? Does you fourth wall break, my dingly E.T.?"
"Very well, if this is your choice," the Scythe guard allowed. "I cannot influence or shift your decision, but I surely hope to meet you two again down the line, and on better circumstances."
"Sounds good, boss! Get our license plate, memorize it, and find us later!" Linka signaled to the exit. "Get the fuck out so we can head off, we've got business in Michigan!"
"My, aren't you of the kind variety?"
"Of course! Oh, where are my manners?" Linka felt embarrassed to skip over the initial greeting. "I'm Linka, this is Leven, and you were...?"
"Oh, you'll have to excuse me, but my name is-"
Another Time Skip
Leven sped away, hightailing it across the highway, going to Michigan. That, and no money for food had been given, achieved from a botched robbery. No biggie, they'd try it again elsewhere, and with no obstacles from outer space, nor any sort of crime-stopping pheno. Linka had tended to her own thoughts- and grew visibly angry at the tiny headache that nearly halted them.
"This close!" Linka bashed her hands over the glove compartment. "THIS FUCKING CLOSE, AND I HAD THE MONIES, LEVEN! THE GREENIES!"
"Yes, yes, quite a shame, but we got lucky to walk away-"
"The idiot alien bought what we sold easily... Not that we lied, but anyone can claim to be a pheno-"
"But can anyone also tap into someone else's advanced suit? You proved your worth... In the lowest way possible."
"Yeah, okay," Linka brushed off. "I guess we really are lucky. But can you believe that? An alien playing pheno, and not just any pheno- No, we've got one of those dependent-on-fame type of guys-"
"Which is an act," Leven reminded her.
"Yes, of course, but that's just annoying, it might as well be fucking DiscretionAssured underneath that suit, looking for validated attention. Oh, that little weasel."
"Di- I'm sorry. What?"
"Ooh, oopsie!" Linka dragged her hair over her face. "Me no speak Engry!"
"Hey, Carly's not up yet."
"Spoiler alert, she's fucking dead, mate."
"Go check on her, A."
"Ooh, goodie!" Linka decided to play molester to the unconscious Carly.
"And don't even think about touching her!"
"Awww, no pokey-pokey the baby girl!" Linka sprung to the back, laid down and pulled Carly right over her.
Carly opened her eyes, which sparkled in the powerful sunlight, they'd never have looked so beautiful. Her face was also just as perfect up close to Linka's own. She raised her hand to the white girl's face, gently pressing to stroke against it in a loving manner, staring away at her with a blossoming feeling that arose from her stomach. These were the butterflies initiating. "Oh, Linka-Sama..."
Linka smiled with pure content, looking down at Carly while holding onto her. This setting could have been anywhere else; the park, the theater, a rowboat in France, or maybe Carly's room. Her lips were dey, but Linka ran her tongue in a clockwise position around them to make herself scarce and moist before leaning in and kissing the gorgeous older girl. "Y-yes, Carly-Senpai?"
"I lust for you," Carly said with arousal, sticking her tongue out, panting like a thirsty dog. "I love you, I love you..."
"Oh, Carly... Give me your bodily fluids, p-please-!" Linka felt herself about to get wet, and slid one hand onto her private area and rubbed. "Jump me- My bones- Lick my pussy, eat me out!"
"T-take off your pants, doll baby..." Carly insisted, upping to a sexual advance. She tugged on Linka's jeans, craving for sexual intercourse. "You're mine, all mine."
"Dildo- Dildo!" Linka shoved her mouth into Carly's own, letting her tongue crawl around the visiting face of the latter's mouth.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Leven screeched.
Linka had given in to her sick fantasy sequence a little too much that she drifted from reality, and pulled back to see that she was smooching the knocked-out Asian teenager instead of a consensual lesbian scene taking place. Yo, sorry Linka.
"Agh, I want you to want me, Carly babe!" Linka moaned. "Soon, she will be licking my pussy hole."
"All sex jokes with you," Leven sighed. "Lay off the craziness for just a bit."
"MY CHAPTER, MY RULES!"
"Starting now."
"END CHAPTER!"
Fin.
AN: Well, I can't say anyone could expect this, and, neither did I, on the account I aimed for something else, and a longer chapter at that, as well. I guess I also deviated far from home, the original roots the show is founded on, and taking another step further by tossing in aliens and an upcoming space arc for Linka and company- Oh yeah, they cross that bridge- I guess nothing should surprise anyone at all at this point.
Act III has begun, and thus, here is the listing;
1. Linka's Bizarre, Amazing Adventure Into The World!
2. The Living Dead
3. What She Was Missing
4. Bittersweet
5. The Clone War
6. Retaliate
7. The Expelled
8. Razortooth And Fentannyl
9. Rampage
10. The Bounty
11. Dark Before Dawn Act III Special
First off, the Linka trio heads to Royal Woods, where the other clones will meet again, followed by the Louds who are prioritizing the clones first, which you'll come to see. More characters are inbound here, and more revelations as well, and not the same as before. Errr, I mean, not just. Oh dear.
Hold it! You! I will not stand for this insubordination! I WANT MORE CONTENT!
So be it.
Linka dug around a Best Buy dumpster, diving to find some stuff worth selling real fast for much needed cash. She got dirty for it but what did she care? However, all she got was boxes, cardboard mainly, and nothing of value. "AGH! D FOUND TWO XBOX ONE CONSOLES AT A GAMESTOP DUMPSTER AND I CAN'T EVEN FIND A KEYBOARD?! M'DUDE, THIS IS FICTION, I SHOULD BE DROWNING IN TVS OR SOMETHING!"
Suffer.
Leven and Carly kept a lookout from the van, the vehicle being at the far end of the parking lot, away from Linka. Just then, an ugly, vintage car with flashing red lights stopped right at the dumpster, the horn honking loudly to stir Linka alert. She cried out and lost balance momentarily before standing again on a pile of boxes, peeking her head over the edge. Not cops, but a random party. "Can't you see I'm busy?!"
Two men got out of the car; one short-haired redhead who looked like he worked with computers, a rather skinny geek with no real muscle as far as Linka could see, and that was what counted, and the second guy looked German, slightly chubby and definitely balding, with a stone-cold expression that labeled him a piece of shit through Linka's eyes.
"Come out of there, hun," the German man beckoned, accent heavy as she expected it to be. "Let's go."
"No fucking way, Herr Baldy!" Linka spat. "You're not cops, so fuck off!"
"No, but you are interfering with our business-" The German lifted his plaid shirt and revealed a handgun. "Dumspter diving is business only conducted by us, the Collective."
Linka stared at them long and hard for a bit before she broke down laughing. "JEW KIDDING ME?! A MAFIA FOR DUMSPTER DIVING?! DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH, HERR BALDY! AND YOU, JIMMY OLSEN, GO BACK TO DC, YOU SECONDARY CHARACTER, YOU!"
German dude drew out his gun, and Linka ceased the laughing track and tossed her arms up. "Attagirl."
"Dumpsters are not your property, though!"
"They are now, sweetheart," the German grunt corrected. "Up we go-"
Linka disappeared back into the dumpster. "FUCK YOU!"
"Get in there, Ian!" The German grabbed and pushed his buddy towards the dumpster. "That stinkin' girl didn't get the memo."
Linka never lost the image of their faces, keeping them perfectly fresh to cross-reference against the local police database. She pinged only the file of the German man; Hans von Heisehr, charged with first-degree murder, three counts of child abuse, one count of larceny and disturbing the peace. "Chuh- child abuse..."
This alone had her tap into the Lincoln Loud rage reserves, enabling her to quickly act against the two. Her versus them, and no Leven nor Carly to intervene. Her nose bled wildly again, and already, Linka had linked up to a Kapacity Korp automated car, activated it and send it speeding towards her. She was briefly vulnerable just as the redhead threw himself in and grabbed her. "Okay, out with you-"
"PREPARE YOUR ANUS, YOU COCKSUCKERS..." The automated car's radio had blared at and level and startled the two gentlemen, as well as Leven and Carly. She had it ram and flip over the vintage vehicle in a roll, stopping just right in front of the German criminal. "Step away from the girl."
"What the-?"
Ian the redhead lost his grip on Linka and hopped back out, stumbling upon his landing. "Holy shit, I'm not doing this! You're on your own, man!"
"H-hey, get back here!" Hans bellowed angrily.
Linka disconnected the second Hans turned his back to her, and dug underneath her feet, finding a metal rod. She firmly held it as a weapon and then jumped right out, while also having her car pawn skid forward, crushing his feet. He screamed, and just three seconds later, Linka let out her own scream and drove the metal rod right through the top of his head.
"AUF WEINERSCHNITZEL!"
"Oh, my God!" Carly jumped from the back, eyes flinching at the sight of death.
"Jesus, that girl!" Leven berated. "I knew I should have gone!"
"Go pick her up! We've gotta go!"
Linka had fallen on the windshield, shattered it, and rebounded from it, falling right on the concrete, striking her head against it. "Ouchie!" She was quick to get back up, and, drenched in blood of the bald German, rushed over to the corpse and dug out the gun she had been threatened with, as well as the wallet she didn't expect to find. "OH BOY, THE MONIES!"
Leven made a drift with the van; any faster and he could and flipped over. He honked at Linka, telling her to get her noisy ass in the van.
Of course, Linka had other ideas. And the next thing you'd know, Leven drove off, and Carly placed herself on the passenger seat, looking over at the side mirror next to her; Linka manned the Kapacity Korp vehicle while riding on the roof as if it were a skateboard, pure insanity from the girl. "YEEHAW! GIDDYUP, LIL DOGGIES!"
Fin (again)
Wait, what about that Ian guy?! Loose end, loose and! Noooooooooo! Okay, never mind. Goodbye.