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Lincoln quickly connected that these weapons had regular rounds, no way would they have anti-pheno weapons at all. Then again, Jordan Leak just outed himself as a literal ally of the Vial Corp empire, so maybe-

Lincoln let his hands fall to his side, and, scurrying right into the heat in front of him, he engaged, punching and throwing as many of the armed men as he could lock his hands onto. To grab the dropped double barrel would have been slower than this, so he carried on. Jordan Leak hurried back into the base when Lincoln showed off his superiority in combat, putting all his effort into the fight. Yet again, he proved his worth in the world, beating away at the enemy just like always. "LUNA!"

The older sister simply looked on, having been afraid to have been shot to death. "Oh, God-"

Lincoln swiped up a pair of rifles and gave chase, running after Leak as he got rid of his night vision goggles. "GET INSIDE!"

Luna snapped out of it, prepping up by transforming into her carnivorous form, racing behind Lincoln. In her mind, she really wanted to know why he just engaged them if he painted them as allies for some reason. Then again, the bald man made the first move that brought it on- She knew so little, and it only made her thirst for the right facts. If she had to threaten it out of him...

"ALL STAFF, THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL! EVACUATE THE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY! THE ALLIANCE ASSOCIATION BASE HAS BEEN COMPROMISED! THE ALLIANCE ASSOCIATION-" The intercom was damn loud, but able to be made out by Lincoln as he hurried into the large tunnel. The base was the same, but occupied by the opposite of the Division, meaning everyone and anyone here was just a walking target this time.

Lincoln came into the base, seeing the same layout and design. The second he saw other people, most of them running further in, he laid them out and fired both rifles, spraying them while screaming in rage, perfectly mimicking an 80s action hero. The bullets were a hit-or-miss striking down the staff working the monitors and the few guards around, or the monitors and hard drives around. He didn't see Leak among the crowd, so further he went before he had to reload. And he only came running with the two rifles and no spare magazines- he dropped the empty weapons and ran the rest of the way with nothing but his bare hands.

Luna detected the smell of blood, and right away, she was drawn by it, so divinely tempted to ravage and consume the corpses of Lincoln's next victims. While he was off doing his thing, Luna gave in to the carnage and tore off limbs of the dead, eating them away like chicken legs.

This base had no elevators whatsoever, giving Lincoln the only logical conclusion to be drawn around, and the floor right in front of him was filled with a multitude of rooms; he searched them all in a clockwise position, and at halfway there, screamed for Luna to hurry up and provide aid. Luna didn't show up right away, which only pissed him off more.

At the twelve angle, the last room right at the end of the hall, Lincoln kicked the doors in and saw nobody but Jordan Leak cowering behind the desk of what Lincoln assumed to be his office, stopping right before he crossed behind the desk. The beast of him stared right at Leak, ready to kill again, and Jordan Leak himself, fearful yet quivering in some hidden anger, had only but a few words, questions, for the albino. "How? How did you know to come here? How could an outsider possibly know about what goes on within the-?"

And then, there was some connection to be made here, one that he was now able to see. "You're Lincoln Loud!"

"There can be no other-"

"We've captured you!" Leak began to repeat. "How did you break out of Site Prime?!"

Lincoln narrowed his eyes briefly. Site Prime? Does this mean the other me is... Locked away?

It surely raised questions, certainly when he knew that the authorities had never caught up to him. He saw through Clyde's betrayal, was able to outperform the well-trained ordinaries, and could face upon the deadliest of weapons so easily. Him- the other him- what exactly happened and why was this Lincoln only able to recall the original memories? Time travel repercussions were a curse to learn.

"I'll always be there to hurt you, no matter what it takes..." He was true to his word, repeatedly pushing to accomplish that of which he believed in. The death of all sinners, the devils deliberately endangering the undeserving and the frail. That accounted Jordan Leak now, another piece of shit through Lincoln's eyes worthy of every bullet into the bald man's face, whether fired from a gun or hammered in. "I know everything, and that's good enough for me to say who dies, and you are next!"

Lincoln tore through the desk, flipping it to the side to get him. He thought it was that easy, Jordan Leak was right there, too close to not have a lucky break. But somehow, the man wound up being saved.

It came in the form of a medium-sized woman in a black suit that concealed most of her face, save for the eyes on her. She also came with a pair of katanas, swinging them around like a real ninja. It caught Lincoln off guard, repelling him back, forcing Leak to be out of grasp. Damn it! N-no, this isn't that Carly chick... Who-?

The assailant slid one katana back into her scabbard, slowly and dramatically running a hand up to her face, pulling down her mask from behind. Dana Hall could have never looked better than she did today, and in that attire, that very same one Carly Evans-Nguyen wore, but in a different size. "You never disappoint, do you, Lincy?"

Timeline X, Chapter Two: Death Angel

"Sir, fall back to Site Prime," Dana suggested. "I'll dance with the albino again!"

"R-right!" Leak shown to have his own Matrix Portal, retreating to Site Prime in a matter of seconds, right out from under Lincoln's nose.

"You're in my way, Dana!" Lincoln faced her here, so untimely and without warning of it. He got her one time, blowing up her home and burying her in it, which begged the question if it happened all the same. At least, that's how it played as in his memory. "You've chosen the wrong side!"

Dana folded her arm back and drew out the other katana out again. "This is the only side that allows us to be enemies, rivals of the same coin! You thought you got me, but you were dead wrong, and now I'm here out for my revenge!" She jumped up and raised both katanas at him, screaming out a girly battle cry.

Lincoln blocked both swords by folding his left arm out, letting them connect only for them to shatter upon contact. God bless the serum that fused into his system.

"Whuh- No!" Dana held up her broken katanas. "Son of a bitch-"

Lincoln slapped his arms on Dana's neck and threw her right on the floor. Of course, she rolled it back up and stood back up again, losing her broken blades. "Think you can take me on?"

Dana pulled out a flashbang grenade from her back, clicking and tossing it right into Lincoln's face, blinding him. "Not like this, Lincy! Come tomorrow, you won't win the next round!"

The white flash knocked him down to his knees, and he closed his eyes tightly to disperse the stun's effects. "LUNA! LUNA, COME TO ME!"

Dana took her retreat, running away from the office. Pressing into the headpiece, Dana gave a suicide order. "This AA base has been compromised! Requesting an aerial beam strike on my coordinates!"

"Confirm strike-"

"DO IT!" Dana screamed to the top of her lungs.

"ETA is one minute- Do not get caught in the furnace, Hall."

Lincoln punched against the ground once it cleared up, and he wasted no time running after Dana. As all of this progressed, Luna had gotten full, licking her lips and clawed fingers of the itty-bitty blood and tiny flesh chunks, feeling gratified in being full. She left a mess of the slain corpses, a wonderfully hideous canvas of dark and bright red all over. The smell of the pool of blood made her truly lustful, a drug that she could simply get high off when she whiffed it all in. She finished slobbering up and around, moving back up on her feet. Her legs, right below both shins, were stained in blood, and as she walked around barefoot, feet slapping against the thick blood underneath. It felt cold, but rather nice to her, some sickly satisfying feeling she endured and accepted. The love of flesh, the taste for blood.

Dana was running as fast as she could- and seeing the hideous creature that was Luna had drained the color from her face. Dana did gasp, but never slowed down. Not even that one was an opponent the ex-Freight woman could take upon.

"LUNA, CAPTURE HER!" She heard Lincoln echo out, and when Dana had already passed her, nearly out of the base, Luna snapped back into focus and gave chase.

"Shit-!" Dana had run out of tricks, having assembled to the base all half-assed as it stood. Blades shattered, empty on the essentials- Her pride was severely injured, insulted. "I'll have my rematch, but I will not depend on allies!"

Dana had barely reached the grass field, seeing the fallen guards on Leak's payroll. She maintained her speed, already beginning to gather that she would not outrun either one or both of them. But she didn't need to, she just had to keep them both in proximity of the base. Damned be her if she failed to get them. Ultimate. Ultimate sacrifice, no more running.

Luna managed to so easy capture her, thinking nothing of it at first, grabbing her and flipping her down on her side. "Stay put now, or I will bite your fingers off!"

"I won't go anywhere, but-" Dana faced and jerked her head towards the entryway. "You might wanna check up on him, he's a little... Dazed and disoriented, I believe."

Luna turned her back to Dana, wondering why Lincoln hadn't come out yet. "B-bro-" She made it her obligation to check back on him, forgetting Dana- Luna felt she could catch Dana if the latter attempted to run again. "Little brother?!"

Dana's eyes widened with wonder. She- She is related to him? Then-

"Strike is hot, thirty seconds-"

"What- You're one of the Loud sisters Lori's talked about?!" Dana clamored.

Luna froze to look back. "You know Lori?"

Dana nodded. "Lori and I were close friends- Listen-" Dana slowly raised a hand out, extending towards Luna. "I've been following the reports, I'm aware that there was a breakout at a Vial Corp facility about an hour ago. I guess it was you, wasn't it?"

"What if I was?" Luna crossed her arms, still distrusting of Dana. "What then?"

"My superiors- As cruel and cold as they are, they do not waste resources, they'd prefer to keep someone just like you-" Dana approached her cautiously, trying to reel her in.

"Turning my back on him, on family?" Luna had the idea to turn her down, never to consider such an offer.

"Hey, hey-" Dana, however, knew which strings to pull. "He did that to you, and so did Lori, but Lori felt guilt over that, over leaving you guys. Tell me..."

When Dana pointed back at the base, she made the mind-shattering question that had Luna re-evaluate her decision to be with Lincoln.

"Does he feel guilt about it? Did he even apologize at all to you?"

Luna's silence was the answer Dana sought out for.

"Exactly, he's-" Dana pointed at the corpses. "Your brother is a murderer- No, wait... Lincoln Loud was once a Freight, sister of the Loud family. He's harmed and killed many for years, and he tried to kill me!"

Luna shuddered to think, to accept this as truth. "N-no... No, he couldn't be-"

"But he is!" Dana played along. "I am who I am because of him! He took my own life away, and I gave whatever was left of me to a better cause! I give my life to serve the Alliance Association, the absolute national defense force that matters!"

"Alliance...-" Luna trailed off.

"I get it, you're new, you don't know what went on while they had you locked away like an animal, but we can guarantee you that freedom if you work for us- No, with us! We're all equal, we're all heard as we are silent!"

"Ten seconds."

Luna pressed a hand to her chest. "He- He's family-"

"What does that mean?" Dana begged to hear from her. "What does that mean when they throw it away like nothing? Lori and Lincoln tore it away, why would you come crawling back to him?"

"Because I missed him-" Luna admitted. "He came for me-"

"He came to use you..." Dana corrected. "If not for that, you'd be as you were before. A nothing and a nobody- Still, I am curious as to how he found out, but-"

"Five..."

Dana moved forward and grabbed Luna's arm.

"Four..."

And Dana needed to make Luna believe her- and she did so by kissing Luna right on the lips.

"Three..."

Dana broke away and quickly dragged Luna away. "MOVE! MOVE NOW!"

"Huh?!"

"Two..."

Lincoln had been walking out of the tunnel by then.

"One..."

"Luna!" He called out to her, seeing her being dragged off by Dana, which put him at unease. He blinked- and a large, red beam of unspeakable death came thundering down upon the ground in the middle of the night, acting like lightning, and then beyond when it struck its intended target. The ground gave way to the destruction, and the entire base crumbled in on itself with Lincoln being caught by the ray. The intensity of the ray beam's heat outclassed Lincoln's pheno physiology, proving that not even he could withstand the powerful effects of it. In turn, his skin charred up, turning into ash. His skeleton, the shattering bones, all fell over and around along with the debris of the base, the only evidence that he was there. And he would no longer be again.

Lincoln Loud, the tampering pheno who dared to mess with time, had paid the ultimate price of such a sin with his own life; he was dead, killed in front of Luna and Dana. "L-Lincoln!"

"Hey-" Dana held Luna back firmly. "No, we have to go! Cops are going to light this place up!"

"What- What was-?"

"It was the only way..." Dana had Luna where she wanted her to be. "Your brother was wanted dead or alive by the Alliance Association... I'm sorry, but he was a dangerous criminal."

"A cuh..." Luna stuttered. "L-Lincy-"

"I'm sorry..." Dana sounded like she meant it, and for thks role, she had to. "This was the right call."

Site Prime - Beneath San Francisco

The halls were heavily guarded by a tremendous amount of security forces, a tight perimeter working around the base. The very special guest who dared walked around in his fancy million-dollar business suit hsd gotten all the respect he worked hard to earn, and he did everything he had to so that he could get into the position he did. It was him and secret service agents guarding him with their own lives.

The President of the United States peered into Lincoln Loud's titanium cell, pleased to see the depowered weakling to be contained ans trapped inside. Didn't matter if he was comfortable, as long as he was here, guarded and watched almost evrry hour of every single day for the rest of his life. On the other side, Lincoln was laying on his bed, reading a book and not noticing the president.

Peter McMahon obnoxiously coughed to make his presence be acknowledged.

"Fuck off and die, bearded bastard," Lincoln insulted at the current president, peering upon him right under the book. "How's my ass look from your angle?"

"I hope your stay in rather unpleasant, but to be reading- Sorry, what did you request again?"

"One of Vince Flynn's, if you've heard about him."

McMahon gave no immediate answer, but remembered why he was there; it was reported that Lincoln had escaped his tight-squeezed cell and came attacking the Alliance Association base in Long Island- or someone who looked like Lincoln, which only fueled the total mystery that kicked up the activity to rush order. The reported Lincoln Loud wandering right into the base at the other side of the nation had to have been a fake, under the possibilities where phenos were a reality. Next step was to find out who had broken out of containment and narrow down the shapeshifter behind it.

Still, Lincoln Loud, a truly dangerous man, was still locked away from the playing field, serving a life-long sentence without the possibility of getting out early. A total damnation he never expected, not even right in the moment it came to be, when he laid waste to Dana's home in the attempt to kill her. How the forces converged on him and managed to detain him so easily. No- A better way to say it as... How they managed to permanently neutralize the agent in him, the power boost to date. No punching his way out of the base, no matter how much he actually wanted to.

"Oh, I have," McMahon gleefully responded. "That's only because I know one of his books made it to the big screen."

"Something like that. So, what brings you to visit me?" Lincoln dropped his copy of American Assassin, finally giving the president all his attention. "Don't you have new laws to pass?"

"I've been given some faulty intel on you," McMahon vaguely answered, snickering, "but I see that I had nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, because you really feel safe, don't you?" Lincoln stretched his body up, hands raised over his plain white uniform. He leaped out of place and slammed his hands against the titanium door, scowling with pure hatred at the president. "When I bust out of here-"

McMahon took his eyes off of Lincoln and went away.

"-I'll be the one to run you to the ground!" This was a promise from Lincoln, one he intended to keep, whether it would ever come to pass or not. The rage flared back up again, and it drove to compel him into striking into the thick metal, punching away and bleeding from his knuckles. "I'LL END YOU! PETER, YOU HEAR ME?! I WILL BE THE ONE TO KILL YOU!"

AN: The time-traveling Lincoln Loud has died- Who can foretell the rest of the arc?