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The Alliance Association is a governmental body agency with the primary purpose to combat domestic affairs in everyday life, when the numbers of criminal activity have reached an all-time high in the past fourteen years, starting during the War of Fire. The position of the Association's power far outranks all other agencies and military forces. The organization was founded by now ex-President Jordan Leak, established in 2016. To this day, Jordan Leak acts as director of the Association, having received the blessings of current president Peter McMahon.

The Alliance Association has one base per state, operating in underground facilities in the most concealed of areas, with over sixty-thousand members employed and working around the clock to ensure the nation's safety. The Association has currently formed a young team of agents, trained and specialized to operate on the front lines. These select few, personally revealed by President McMahon, have come to be known as the X-Elites. The X-Elites are also trained to respond to emergency services, such as fires, earthquakes, and more. While the identities of the X-Elites are public knowledge, they will not integrate themselves into society.

2030

Lincoln smothered the pillow against both of his knuckles to stop the bleeding, leaving it at that. He had exhausted himself physically, but the tank of his bloodthirsty rage wasn't emptied out. He wished to break out of this place and go on a massacre, to slaughter all the animals around. Trapped, was the beast, when it was meant, written on all the walls, for him to unleash the inner monster. And that monster, without the aerum that helped him, was no more. His powerful form was gone in the meantime, or, if it didn't ever go his way, forever. Forever-

"MCMAHON!" He threw his voice out screaming, but he tried to regardless. It came out as a broken rasp, hoarse at most.

As fate would have it, Dana Hall, having recovered from the scuffles of the past week- the one with the other Lincoln and the returning Lynn- rushed down the hall to his cell, morbidly curious, eager to know if what she'd been told was true. The way she understood and interpreted it, the other Lincoln was a fake one, some pretender she was sent to take care of. And she didn't buy it until she peered into the rectangle opening, seeing Lincoln heal his broken knuckles. "N-no fucking way..."

Dana felt rather embarrassed and enraged. This was the same one that she saw get locked away, and she- for the life of her, had believed him to have broken out, simply because she wanted him to. She needed him to give her a shot at her vengeance, right after their first encounter back at the house she went into hiding in. Her and those Fox quintuplets. "Hey!"

Lincoln looked up to see her cold eyes staring back. "You again!"

"I don't know why you're still alive, asshole-" Dana kicked at the door, "but you're extremely lucky I can't make my own moves without facing the consequences!"

Lincoln smirked cruelly. "The mighty Dana Hall answering to dogs! Funny, back when you and Chandler butted heads!"

"What?!"

"They've reduced you to a real bitch, Dana!" Lincoln mocked. "Boo-hoo, I can't do anything without getting into trouble! You sound like you're crying- Hey, cry me a river, I need a shower!"

"Y-you smug son of a-" Dana drew her blades and slashed the nearest guard's legs. "OPEN HIS CELL, NOW!"

The other guards broke away from protocol and advanced around Dana. "Miss, we are advised to-"

"I HAVE MORE CLEARANCE THAN YOU IN THIS PLACE, THAT MEANS I OWN YOU-"

"We- We need to consult the director-" Another guard advsied, but Dana looked back to Lincoln's cell, hearing the unmistakable sound of his laughter. "Ma'am!"

And Dana chose to keep slicing away with both katanas, dropping away the guards as easy as pie. "I DO AS I PLEASE!"

"HA!" Lincoln pressed his face on the titanium door, eyes sticking out. "YOU'RE INSECURE! THE DESPERATION TO KILL ME IS REAL!"

"JUST YOU WAIT, MOTHERFUCKER!" Dana promised. "YOU WON'T BE LAUGHING FOR MUCH LONGER WHEN I GUT YOU!"

"YOU'RE WELCOME TO TRY!" Lincoln pushed himself away, returning to the back of his cell. A minute later, Dana pushed her way inside, gripping both blades, stained of blood, tightly. He folded his hands into fists, raising them up for a fight. "Well, come on then, if you're ready."

"Oh, believe me!" Dana came charging with delight. "I want this!"

So do I, Lincoln though, you're my way out of here.

Timeline X, Chapter Five: Alliance Association

Dana missed him entirely, swinging away with nothing but anger, and he took advantage of her in that silly state, rushing to the side and then tackling her right to the ground. Dana fell as fast as she entered the one-on-one, losing grip of her blades. She cried out, smacking her fists against his back before he threw her clean back out of the cell. "LINCOLN!"

It worked for him, and he was thrilled to have found his escape. "I owe you one, so just this once-" He kicked her in the face before she could even get up, providing rare mercy just this one time. "Next time, I'll put you down for good."

The level's guards were done, a window was set and already closing, so he ran, picking up two pistols from the dead security. He looked into the other cells, noting that he wasn't the only one that had been placed in containment- it made him wonder why these others were here, maybe enemies of the Alliance Association. Considering Dana was working with the Association, it might not have been all that good, but in any case, it should have only been himself to be his own concern at the moment. And then, McMahon to be centered right in the middle of the scope.

Enemies. They were all enemies, connected with one another, a system of connections that ran deep as the sewers of New York City. It never seemed to end, these issues. From the Freights, to this, whatever the fuck this truly was.

He located the circuit breaker at the end of the hall, right by the exit, and punched it in, damaging it to cut out the facility's power. It definitely worked in his favor, deactivating the power of each cell. They all opened up to release the special guests placed inside, revealing not phenos, but an entirely different group of people. Dangerous ones, at most.

The collective of them murmured in the dark, wandering aimlessly and inspecting the area with no clue what to do. This is where Lincoln came in, yelling and guiding them to fight their common enemy. "OVER HERE! THE PATH TO FREEDOM IS JUST BEYOND OUR REACH!"

He didn't see it yet, but among the forming mob was his older sister Lori. The blonde followed the man, as did the others, forming on his behalf.

"TEAR DOWN THE IRON, BURN THE ENEMIES, TAKE BACK YOUR FREEDOM!" Lincoln appealed to the others. "TAKE REVENGE ON YOUR CAPTORS! TONIGHT BELONGS TO US!"

This riot he incited among them further lit up, sending the base into a fiery frenzy. They shouted along with him, fists and arms raised into the air. The triumphant screams came about, the hope that was lost, now restored among them. They ran past him, heading into the stairwell that led upwards. "Out of my way, out of my way!"

"Make them all pay!"

"Long live! Long live!"

Lincoln followed along them, both handguns gripped in each hand. "Does anyone know of the exit?!"

"The level above!" one of the captives shouted back behind him. "The guards get bored around here, too!" This captive, Dylan Blood, offered his services to the albino, guiding him to the way out.

"What else did they say?" The lack of information left Lincoln scavenging for it secondhand.

"We're somewhere underneath San Francisco," Blood answered, tugging at his uniform. "We've all been made prisoners here in Site Prime for our own ideals and beliefs, but now is the time for the silenced to rise again! We are the Primer Prisoners tonight, the epitome of residual freedom! Long live, long live the Primer Prisoners!"

"Primers-..." Lincoln sensed it had a nice ring to it. "I like that, actually! Primer Prisoners, take back your freedom!"

Lori stayed close behind the albino man, not having yet made the connection of his identity. The voice was familiar but she still hadn't figured it out... At the same time, this was the reason she kept her distance close to him. That and, Lincoln had taken control of this situation like a true leader. Of course Lori would be onboard, to the end.

Dana woke up alone in the dark after a fee minutes have passed. "Ungh-" Lincoln left her with a bloody face, but she was not to be stopped here. Tapping on her comms earpiece, she alerted her faction. "Site Prime has been compromised! Requesting all available units at once, they're killing us! They've already ravaged through a batch of guards-" She lied, of course. "They're not giving us a capture choice!"

"Roger that, the X-Elites plus more witll be deployed to you! Try to stay alive, over."

Dana smiled deviously. "Affirmative!"

She gave chase after the escapees, more than happy to find herself at conflict's cold grip again. Lincoln and the runaways, doing their best to flee from Site Prime so that they could vow for vengeance some other day. She'd have a nice fight on her hands alongside her teammates, a glorious battle that was promised, and just beyond the next couple of steps.

Lincoln and the Primer Prisoners overthrew the base, attacking and massacring the staff and goons of the place while they fought back. Lincoln fired his guns, they fired back- and the runners from the captives' group were getting killed trying to rush them. "KEEP GOING! WEAR THEM DOWN AND DO NOT LET UP! THEY ONLY HAVE SO MUCH AMMO!"

It didn't last long, with only less than half of the captives making it out. Lincoln, Lori, Dylan and three others were left, and the rest of the security forces rounded up to advance upon them. "Damn it-" Lincoln had gone empty on bullets by then, leading him to drop them. "Who has bright ideas?"

"Stand down now, or we will fire upon you!"

Lincoln sought his way out- and looking back only aggravated him further when Dana showed up, waving her fingers to greet him. "Oh, joy."

"You can't escape this one, Lincy," Dana struck, "no single one of you can."

Multiple blue portals opened up around Dana, the solid entrance for Meli, Chad, Allie and Darcy, the core members of the Association's frontliners, joining the fight. Then, two more joined in a few seconds later; Lynn and Luna were there to back the X-Elites.

"Of course you need the back-up," Lincoln joked. "You can't take me on-"

"L-Lincoln?!" Luna didn't expect to find her younger brother again, not since that night at the Alliance Association base. "No, that's impossible!"

Lynn shot her eyes from Luna to Lincoln. "What- Wait a minute, that- That's Stinkoln?"

Lori raised an eyebrow at the very mention of this name. This... This is Lincoln...?

"How can this be?!" Luna exhaled shakily. "You were killed, I saw you die- D-Dana-"

Instantly, sweat poured down Dana's temples. Luna and Lynn being dispatched was the consideration lost on her. "We'll get answers ourselves if you help us recapture him!"

"Recapture..." Luna dug underneath the context. "You mean-?"

Dana pointed at the six prisoners. "Take them alive! Guards, X-Elites, show them what you're made of!"

The horde of guards charged, feet clamping away at the ground loudly. Lori, Dylan and the other three took defensive positions, but Lincoln eyed the bigger dog in the face, then boosted up sll rage and courage to fight the X-Elites head on. "Teach you a thing or two, punks!"

Chad and Allie took and accepted his challenge, going ham to fight him. "Let's fucking go!"

Before Lincoln could take them on, Lori let out a screech that echoed the whole room. In the corner of his eye, right when he got distracted to face her, a guard came flying through the air and right at him. "Duck, Lincoln!"

He did so, allowing the flying guard to strike right into Chad and Allie right before they could land punches. The other guards had also been given the same treatment, pushed and thrown in all directions by some unseen force. The Primer Prisoners swapped the dropped weapons, storming off away from the X-Elites. The force at work had not made itself known to them, but a voice, a woman's voice, whispered into Lincoln's ear. "Get going, you won't live long to see tomorrow if you stay!"

Lincoln froze, feeling like he had snapped and started hearing voices. Maybe he had already been insane, but this took the cake. "What the-?!"

Moments later, the woman behind the voice somehow begun to right against the rest of the X-Elites faction, punching and kicking them. It was this that made the albino piece two and two together. She is invisible! B-but how?!

The Invisible woman grabbed, spun and threw Meli forcibly into Darcy, knocking them both down. From there, the being slammed a foot into Darcy's face. "Pheno fuck!"

"We've g-got an invisible here!" Darcy alerted the crew. "Dana!"

Dana jumped in, swinging her blades into the air right over Darcy and Meli, but never slashed anyone. "Huh?!"

The invisible woman had gotten behind her, and, whispering in such a quiet tone, they let her know they were truly there. "Long live the Primers," the voice spoke, right before they locked onto one of her hands and took control of the katana, slitting her throat in the process. Dana lost grip on both and fell, choking on her blood, gasping for air.

With the blades at hand, the force impaled them right into Luna's abdomen as deep as they could go before Luna tried to tug them out. "Agh!"

"Luna!" Lynn wanted to help, but things were too fast and weird for her to guess an idea where to help. "What should I do?"

"Nothing!" the invisible assailant proclaimed, punching at her gut and face, then performing a nicely clean leg sweep to knock Lynn off balance. "You'd all do good to stand down! Know your place!"

Lincoln witnessed the single, unseen individual make short work of them- and that included in doing what he didn't do regarding Dana. Impressive.

Luna yanked both swords out of her, bleeding and moaning. "Bastard- Lincoln!"

The tug at his left shoulder told him it was time to leave. "Will You quit standing there? You can't stay here!"

Lincoln nodded and took off to the exit. "Hey, where can I get one of those?"

"One of what?" the woman asked.

"LINCOLN!" Luna violently screamed. "GET BACK HERE!"

"Kids, g-get up!" Lynn pushed. "They're getting away!"

None of the X-Elites squad members could get up, but Darcy was the one moving the most. "Ahh, what- What fucking hit me?"

Lynn moved her way to Dana's body, eyes flinching at the sight of the slit throat. "J-Jesus- She's dead."

"D-Dana...?" Darcy stumbled up, still bloodied up, and advanced to see Dana up close. "Dana..."

"Luna, are you okay?" Lynn cupped a hand over her mouth for a second. "Those went through you-!"

"I'll be fine!" Luna clamored. "If you can walk, go after them!"

"B-but you're-" Lynn went silent when she saw the wounds on Luna's body close. "Nrgh- Okay!" She raced after the others, feeling insanely helpless as she was nonetheless.

Lincoln found himself outside of the building after pushing through sliding doors, catching up with Lori, Dylan and the other three Primer Prisoners. He expected them to have left their own way, but this wasn't the case. "Be on your way!"

"No," Dylan shook, "we'll be easier targets if we separate now! Better to keep ourselves as we are!"

"Twerp..." Lori faced her brother in a serious manner, applying a calm hand to the side of his face. "Hi, Lincy."

"L-Lori...?" Lincoln let his breath escape him. "What the shit- How-?"

Dana turned us all in," Lori shared, "but of course... Chandler and Rebekka wouldn't give up, so... They're both cannon fodder now."

Lincoln seemed rather disappointed. "I see."

"I know about your little crusade, I know we were next, but you should be glad-" Lori forced a nervous smile.

"They were mine to collect, Lori."

The smile faded. "Oh, get over yourself, twerp. It isn't always about you, ya know?"

"So she made it out alive and gets, what, immunity by giving up their info to these guys?"

"Seems like it."

"If you two are done squabbling-" Dylan Blood started, only for the invisible woman to cut in by deactivating her cloaking to them. "Wicked."

The woman's suit was of a dark blue color that concealed her entire body, including her face. She slipped off her head mask, revealing the face of a beautiful Mexican woman with clear freckles. The black hair on her flew out, being long and messy at most, but a cute messy. "The damn thing needs a cooling system, it gets so hot under there."

Lincoln wasted no time in grabbing and pinning the Mexican woman down hard. "Time for some questions-"

"Good Lord, Lincy, she just saved us all!"

"Dude, not wicked!"

"I figure you would, so talking was inevitable! I do have one condition, Lincoln!"

He loosened his grip. "Go on..."

"Just us!" This was the only request the woman made. "You're the one who needs it, after all..."

Then, he got some bad feeling he couldn't place a finger on. Something about the face she formed when she looked at him from the ground, something within the reach of cold, dark fingers. He was in for it now, the heart of a battlefield where it was all foggy in most directions. All he could see was Lori and these captives from the base, the Primer Prisoners, and the new ally no one expected.

The Mexican woman, young enough to be around her early twenties, grabbed Lincoln's legs, used them to support herself upwards and seeminglu hugged him right before pressing a button on her left wrist. This enables the suit to glow a bright blue, teleporting the both of them away. They were in a random parking lot, either close by or far away from Site Prime.

"Where are we?!" Lincoln tried to tackle the woman again, but this time, he found himself countered, slipping to the side. She had him trip and topple over fairly easily. "Y-you were playing me-"

"Of course, I did- But I've got you alone, so I don't need to play weak!" The woman bent down on her knees right in front of him. "I come from the future, Lincoln, under strict orders to ensure your survival."

"My survival?"

"It's essential to the fighters of the future that you stay alive," she went on, "I volunteered for this myself, because, well..."

As if he didn't get to have such weird twists and surprised get the better of him, here was one right now.

"My name is Alejandra Santiago, and I'm the daughter you're going to have with Ronnie Anne far from this day."

AN: Alex Loud, the Flagg1991 creation from Reeling In The Years, finally has her place in the fic. More of her down the line, and where she goes... The other follows.