Act VI: Renaissance, Chapter II: Linka Loud Back At It Again With Them White Vans

July 28th, 2030

Luna and Sam were close together on the same bed in the motel room, with Luna still trying to cope after Lynn's betrayal. It wasn't just her left hurt severely; clone Linka was unable to face Carly for that brief moment where she sided with Lincoln in an effort to destroy the clones. She said it wasn't personal, it was for survival, but what did that mean when Linka was stabbed in the back? She, the girl of long white hair running down to her shoulders, stood aloft outside of the room, facing away into the front parking lot and everything beyond that. Leven and Carly say leaning against the bed, and lastly, the twins were occupying the other bed. Too much had happened real recently, but it was now them up to here. Them, and-

Caroline Pingrey came up the stairs and didn't take too kindly to see Linka being in a sulky mood after that little stunt Carly had pulled. In the older woman's hands were two bags of snacks and treats waiting to be consumed. "Oh, come on! Give me a break..."

"Huh?" Linka faced the blonde with a puzzled look. "Did you say something?"

"You might wanna hear her out, enough with the silent treatment bullshit," Caroline scolded the clone. "Go talk to her, she's clearly sorry and didn't leave with those other three asshole." She meant Lincoln, Lynn and Lupa.

Linka crossed her arms and pouted. "I don't want to..."

Caroline formed a stone face and went inside. "Whatever, then... Hey girls, and guy, I've got the goods!"

Only the twins were motivated to rip into the bags and have a quick bite. Caroline looked at Sam and Luna, telling them to have a snack without so much as a whisper. Sam shook her head, and shortly after, Luna did the same. Caroline rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

"Yay, Pringles!" Lana cheered. "Oh, I love those!"

"Linka..." Leven stood up and called out to the brooding clone girl. "Come inside, have yourself some... Is there a Starbucks brand mocha here? Oh, look, Lincoln's favorite, and by default, yours too!"

Linka didn't budge. It made Carly sting right where it was meant to hurt. She, like the clone, didn't move from her spot.

"Wow, so dramatic," Caroline disregarded, then looked at Sam and Luna. "Hey, no, not you two! Quit your moping, it already happened."

"I'm not moping here," Sam defended. "Luna here is still hurt by what the zoomer chick did- What was- Lynn, yeah! Her..."

"The amount of L names is seriously phenomenal here," Caroline thought, hair applying up on her forehead. "Hey, someone move over, I need to take a rest!"

"Um-" Caroline rolled on the bed Sam and Luna occupied, her back striking against their behinds. "Hey!" Sam protested, "this is our bed! Get your own!"

"Beds are for sleeping," Caroline lowly growled. "Keep quiet and fix your problems."

"Sheesh..." Sam moved up away from Caroline's back. "How rude."

"Luna, Sam, come have a snack!" Lana offered at them. "Link-A, you too!"

Leven grabbed the mocha bottle and walked out of the room. "Hey, get something in your system, sister. Here, we both know you like this just as much as I do."

"Pass," Linka whispered, not batting an eye at him.

"Linka, you can't give each other some cold shoulder forever." He sighed and joined her in looking to the parking lot and everything else. "She's told me she was sorry."

"Sorry?" Her head broke away from ground level, setting to the sky. "Is that what she's calling it now?"

"This is dumb, Linka, and you're being dumb," Leven bluntly stated. "She's stuck by us when she could have left like Lynn did. Hmph, funny how Carly did what even Lynn could not, can you see how adamant she is to be a part of this?"

"No."

"She made the wrong call, Linka, that's all I'm saying..." He stopped talking, turned to her, and then followed her gaze high in the sky. The coating of stars filled the night, the summer's fair breeze came about. Around the area, a cricket dared to spread its wings in and out for a generic, but natural song. Such a little critter could make a really big sound. No, not big. Little sound that blared loudly beyond its size. Impossible, made you think how they worked like that. And also, why the little greenies did that. They were all free, minding their business definitely not affiliated with the bad folk, not endangered or made an enemy of the many perps here and there. Why, they were the lucky ones. Green bastards. "She's staying because she cares, I know that."

"You think so?" Linka shook her head. "Of course you do, Leven."

"Don't tell me you built something- That we three did just for you to open the trap doors on her."

"Hey, stop painting me as the bitch here," Linka sassed. "I didn't start this, she did. You know why she jumped ship?" Linka let out a weak laugh. "She didn't believe we were able to protect her. What a scared little shit I had the audacity to call a friend."

At this, Carly stepped out and leaned against the doorway. "You do know I'm still here, right?"

Linka swiped the bottle from Leven's hand and threw it Carly's feet. It shattered, the liquid inside splattering on her legs. Carly jumped back, stepping back inside the room.

"LINKA!" Leven held his sister's hand behind her back and held her at bay before she tried anything funny. "NO FIGHTING!"

"What are you doing?!" Carly stammered. "Crazy clone!"

"Can you all go one day without the annoying screaming?" Caroline moaned while trying to sleep.

"Why are you still here?" Linka asked of the tan girl. "What can you benefit from sticking to us? Oh, maybe you could lead us to McMahon's arms! That's right, you were on their side, and it goes without saying-"

"That-that isn't it at all!" Carly claimed.

"Anything to save your own cute little ass, huh?!" Linka broke out. "YOU'VE SHOWN US THAT YOU WOULD RESORT TO THAT IN THE END! YOU WERE THAT AFRAID TO DIE AT LINCOLN'S HANDS!"

Carly's eyes wandered downward with guilt. "Y-yeah, I know I did that! Thanks for the reminder, you asshole..."

"THAT'S RIGHT-" Leven covered Linka's mouth. "MMMMMMFFFFF!"

"That's enough, Linka!" he decided. "Carly, head back inside. We're gonna take a little walk."

Linka went red, shifting her body all over the place. Leven spun her around and led her down the stairs, guided by him. Her muffled shouts filled the night, disturbing the peace. Carly looked on as they descended down and left from the motel. Luna, Sam and the twins had been watching carefully, but did not know what to do. Least someone did, least Leven shut it down. Caroline let out a yawn and then jumped to her feet. "Know what? Clone needs a dose of some proper words," she told the Loud women and guest, then shuffled to her feet and went after Linka and Leven.

Carly moved out of Caroline's way. "Sorry."

"Don't be soft on us now," Caroline told the minor. "I would have done the same thing to survive. Even those two others who could've stayed with us, they just might've."

Carly blinked at the blonde. "Yeah..."

"Stay safe, kiddos," Caroline waved, leaving.

Leven took his hands off of Linka but made sure he blocked her path if she tried to run back to give Carly hell. "Are you done making an ass of yourself?"

"Shut up that honky voodoo!" Linka shouted at him, slapping him across the face. "Bitch boy, intervene in my matters not, trash."

"We're all together and that makes this my matters, too!" Leven reminded the young clone. "She'll see that she was wrong if she hasn't yet! Give her a second chance, Linka. I could have barely accepted you two not talking but... It could have only gone for so long before someone brought it into the open. It had to be me now, not Luna or Lola or Lana later."

Linka just crossed her arms, tongue stuck out at him.

"I don't like what she did either but she was afraid of death, Linka," Leven reasoned. "Damn, I want to be mad at her, but I can't... I can't find her at fault. Dear dad gave her amnesty or it was gonna be death. The same might go for us all... We're either allies or enemies to him, nothing more."

"We should know..." Linka nodded slowly. "That's in us... He is us."

"We are Lincoln, yes."

"Hey, clones, are we bound to have issues down the line?" Caroline stopped when she reached them down the sidewalk, a block away from the motel. "I'll do my school academic duties and have a group vote to cast you out!"

"Can't do that," Leven countered. "We all need to stick together at this time. We won't just have enemies from McMahon and Kapacity Korp units now, but his friends, too- and that's before we forget the guys who shut Alexander Elmont down will want a word with us one way or another. Shit, we might as well be up against America now. The entire fifty fucking states."

"You forget one thing..." Caroline pointed at Linka's head. "This thing in her head, and your body count as leverage! They won't dare risk destroying the SCX or the Ultimate Human. That's the both of you, so there won't be... Well, some kill order. Were we all expendable, they'd have blasted us to high hell long over with some missile, I'm sure of it!"

"Yeah, yeah," Lucky groaned. "McMahon is gonna have capture missions with his pawns, both old and new. Phenos are gonna be reprogrammed or coerced willingly. Things have never looked or felt scary before."

"Lest you forget, that thing up there-" Caroline pointed to the sky. "I know we've made some pact not to mention what we've seen, but... There are worse things that what we're dealing with. We've lucked out-"

"Did we, really?" Leven put his hands in the pockets of the gray zip-sweater on him. "It only takes the right idea for them to turn us all into criminals. They haven't done that already, so that could only mean McMahon has a limited range of power, and there's the gov that haven't made a move yet. They're not playing into McMahon's hands even if they are friends or connected. We know Elmont's been reporting it all, so maybe McMahon might end up being a loose end-"

"Those guys would want to get ahold of you-" Caroline assumed. "They could have McMahon killed and reduce double-K to nothing to cover their tracks and hide any evidence from the public."

"And how would you-?"

Caroline knew the question by heart. "I'm a lesbian daughter born to a pair of politicians. I hid too much after learning too much. It's second nature to me, how they work. A ton of it."

"Yeah, that's a solid answer, I guess..." In light, Leven was scared by her. "Of all living things, I just had to be the person everyone would want."

"Congratulations are in order, Mister Ultimate Human," Caroline sarcastically chuckled. "Feels good, don't it?"

"Oh, I'm just bursting with excitement!"

"Linka?" The blonde girl laid her hand on Linka's hair and patted, her thumb running a circle around. "Hey, how are you feeling right now? We need your head in it. Forgive Carly or just kill her-"

"No!" Leven protested.

"Third option, exile!" Caroline offered.

"You're kidding me..." Leven shrugged.

"EXILE!" Linka repeated.

"This is not how friendships work."

"EXILE!"

"She's made up her mind," Caroline smirked. "It was one way or the other."

"Linka, only you can choose to make up with her or not at all, but if you don't... Don't have any such regrets."

"EXILE!" Linka cheered again mindlessly.

"Can you stop saying that?" Leven rubbed his head. "This night needs to end... I'm tired and I hate sleeping on the floor."

"Don't we all, clone?" the Pingrey girl plowed off, facing back to the motel. "Come on, let's go."

The trio went back to the sturdy motel, climbed back up the ten plus steps and found themselves a nice surprise when Luna, the twins, Sam and Carly were huddled around the bed Luna and Sam had occupied. They were all standing now, and it seemed that Carly had been talking to them about something yonder, the attention-grabber of this night imperfect. "-how I think I can able to use my status as Lisa's bodyguard to get into a Kapacity Korp facility. McMahon knows me, I think- Wait, I am damn confident that he'll come running. Obviously I can't come without something of interest."

Leven and Caroline moved closer to Carly.

"Now, with Linka-A and the Ultimate Human being a pair of things he wishes to reclaim, we can use them as fake hostages. It'll surely bring him in. I'm gonna need all the backup I can get, so I can certainly say that you four are essential to the mission. They'll have guards aplenty, maybe pheno fighters, that's where you come in."

"I like this plan," Luna nodded.

"You two..." Carly turned to the twins. "You'll drop off Luna and Sam here into the facility no more than five minutes after I enter with both clones. Lure him in, fight anyone and then we can walk away with the man alive."

"Yes, yes! A thousand times yes!" Sam whooped. "Makes me prioritize getting full use of my power."

"I know you can punch hard!" Luna supported her lover. "That should be enough to fight, Sam."

"Yeah, you're right!" Sam grinned at her. "You're right, I'm just as powerful as I am now."

"Attagirl!"

"Fuck you..." Linka angrily regurgitated, pushing past Leven and Caroline. "Who fucking said you could use me in this plan?!"

"Goddamn it, girl... Zip it, this is the best plan we've heard all day." Caroline pulled Linka back and cupped her mouth. "Stay still, you know what I just might do."

"Carly, I'm onboard with this," Leven nodded to her, agreeing to play a captive. "Do You really believe he'll buy it?"

"Yes, we play it right," Carly assured. "We need dampeners on you, it'll make this act believable. First order of business, we need to set this on the facility of a city heavily populated, as opposed to the least populated. Big city, Seattle, New York, maybe Los Angeles if we dare."

"Isn't the idea not to make a scene?" Luna had scratched her head. "It's noisy, isn't it?"

"Yeah, we'll all be seen trying to get away with McMahon. Even the twins here will be spotted."

"That's the idea, we're not trying to hide, we should not be!" Carly exploited new ground. "We'd only make ourselves look guilty, I say we bring it out into the open, we'll have the witnesses raise questions. The twins here, they're known as a pair of heroines around the northeastern area, so let's use that as home field advantage. We take our fight to the facility in New York."

"You're a genius, girl!" Luna high-fixed the minor with glee. "I like this plan!"

"Linka, we need you to do your thing and locate the convenient one around the area," Leven instructed. "Carol, let her go."

"She's your sister, clone," Caroline complied, slipping her hand away from Linka's mouth. "Don't be stupid, Linka."

"Hmph!" Linka went, pouting.

"Great, how do we get dampeners at this time?" Sam wondered. "Or maybe make a fake one?"

"They're black, round and stick to your skin," Carly summed up. "It shouldn't be hard to make subs."

"Sounds manageable, okay..." Leven felt rather relieved. "How long until then?"

"Short time," Carly decided. "We've gotta do this fast. Tomorrow. He's not wasting time and neither should we."

Linka's nose bled from both nostrils. She wiped them off with her arm, sniffing to pull the blood back into her head. "There, I've found it."

"Thank you," Carly softly said, looking into Linka's cold-blue eyes; the clone girl had looked back, her disgust diminishing slowly, trading it for hurt. "Thank you."

"All of you, get some sleep," Leven suggested. "It will not be an easy day tomorrow."

July 29th, 2030 - Washington, DC

The man in the iron skull mask turned it around on the crew he assembled and shot the three of them he had just finished robbing a big bank with. He made them headshots, splattering their brains onto the steps that ran to the bank. The driver himself was meant to be shot through the window, and that he was; Dylan Blood had emptied the rest of the mag into the driver and pulled his body out of the vehicle. The bag of money was his but there was no Lana and Lola to stop him. That wasn't the plan, this was.

Meet the zoomers, defeat the zoomers. Send the declaration of war against them all. Pity, it wasn't how he wished it turned out. He drove away, taking to the streets before the cops would get there. Drive into an alleyway, leave the vehicle there and teleport his way out with the special blue Matrix Portals he obtained from raiding the remnants of the Black Network. The Black Network, now his base.

You'll not be so lucky next time! We will cross paths! Soon...

Elsewhere

Carly entered through the lobby of the Kapacity Korp facility, tugging along Linka and Leven from behind. Their arms were tied roughly to rope in a perfect knot. Neither single one of the three were seen smiling in the cameras that picked them up, and when they walked by the receptionist desk, the old woman at the counter was quick to alert the security guards on site. They, a group of three, had stopped to blockade them.

"I need to speak to McMahon! Peter McMahon!" Carly yelled at them.

"Ma'am, you need to take your Halloween charade outta here!"

"You- Someone tell him it's Carly! Carly caught the clones!"

"Ma'am-"

"BLACK NETWORK MEMBER! I AM A BLACK NETWORK BODYGUARD, DAMN IT!" Carly shrieked. "I KNOW THAT THERE'S GOTTA BE ONE OF YOU HERE!"

"Hey!" The chief of the security guards broke the circle, looking Carly straight in the eye with judgement; these eyes were telling her just how stupid she was. "I'll take this from here, rookies. You, come with me."

Carly followed the security guard to the main office, where she and the clones were greeted by the supervisor of the facility. It was a middle-aged Cajun woman by the name of Ramelle, suggested by the name tag on the desk. "Yes, these are the ones he wants..."

"Ma'am?"

"Good work, Jameson," she excused the head security guard, "as you were."

"Ma'am," Jameson nodded strictly, leaving the office.

"Only Jameson and I come directly from underground, but McMahon had us all spread throughout the states instead of grouping us all."

"Right," Carly nodded. "Had no idea what happened to you all. Anyways..."

"P-please let us go," Linka cried, playing well into her role. "He'll dissect me! He'll kill me-"

"Got any tape to shut their mouths shut?" Carly asked, pointing at Ramelle's desk. "They wouldn't shut up on the way here. Ugh, please, call him so that I can be done here!"

"Okay..." Ramelle nodded sternly and picked up the phone. "Hang tight."

Outside, Sam, Luna and Caroline waited patiently for their timer to hit zero. They counted down mentally, waiting for the full five minutes to be eaten up. Lana and Lola were the pair who were checking the time themselves, somewhere else and lying in wait. "Do you think this is gonna work?"

Caroline rebuked Sam's doubt. "It's gotta, she seemed to be confident of herself. No time for cold feet."

"Yeah but... It seems to be working a little too well, don't you think?" Sam scratched her cheek, facing away from the facility. She sat back down leaning against the ledge barrier. "This could bs a trap."

"Well, on the list of possibilities, yes," Caroline nodded. "Yes, you're right. I think that's why she wanted us all onboard. They won't expect us, will they?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Have a little faith, will you?" Caroline stretched her hands out. "Is she always a buzzkill?"

"Sam, we're going to be fine. We may be fewer now, but we are stronger together, apart from our abilities. We're strong together, it'd be good to remember that. Remember, I'm strong with you..."

Sam formed a sunshine-esque smile. "You're right, Luna. You and me, we are invincible!"

"There you go!"

"Look alive, girls!" Caroline peered over the edge. "I see the twins running to us!"

"Hold your breath!" Luna warned.

Back inside the facility, Peter McMahon had rushed over to the base with a Matrix Portal in a matter of seconds. He, clad in a nice business suit to state his importance, had received a call from his niece Allie as he advanced swiftly and rapidly to the office. With him, a double-scabbard occupied by the katanas it meant to hold. "Yes? What is it?"

"Hey, where are you?"

"I've been summoned to the NY facility, I am currently working," he told the girl. "Is there an issue?"

"I need to see you-"

"No, not at these times. Come to my study after hours."

"Uncle-!" But he hung up and never listened to her vital message. "Teenagers today... Such imps."

He came into the office, content to see for himself that the call was no fake. There was a Carly, a Link-A, and then a Link-N, the Ultimate Human live and in person. He formed a special grin and motioned Carly to follow him. "Excellent. Girl, with me, and bring those two along."

"Yes, sir..." Carly exited after him, taking the two clones with her. "Say nothing and keep shut!"

"You've done explicitly well, young one," McMahon happily said, complimenting her. "When Ramelle told me it was you, I figured you weren't without weapons. I knew they captured you but as to how you got out of that ugly mess is beneath me. These blades are sharp, sharp enough to cut through flesh, you know?" He led her down a hall, slowing down when he reached halfway. "You've been my favorite, Carly, I wanted you to know that."

"Uh..." Carly felt a surge of danger sweep over her. "S-sir?"

"There really is no way one could get out... Unless you had to defect!" McMahon took out a blade from the scabbard and turned to cut her head off...

...Only for Lincoln to suddenly appear and swing his arm into the blade, which broke into pieces. "I think the fuck not, you fuzzy bastard."

The blue portal had closed behind him and Allie alike, and Lincoln threw Allie right into McMahon, knocking them both down. Carly and the two clones moved away as if a force repelled them from Lincoln's personal space; they knew fear again when he suddenly showed up out of the blue. Literally.

"LINCOLN!" Leven broke free from the rope, pulling Linka and Carly away.

"Don't even try to run, I have bones to pick with you clones," Lincoln hissed at them, proceeding to draw a handgun out and aim at McMahon. "It ends now, it ends here."

"I- I don't understand! How c-can this-?!"

"I'm sorry, uncle," Allie began to cry. "He got the drop on us and he had me get to you. He had me-"

The senator slapped his niece away rock-hard. "NEGLIGENT CHILD! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU'D BE TROUBLE IN THE END! YOU'D BE BETTER OFF DEAD WITH YOUR WHORE MOTHER!"

"Uncle..." Allie shoved her hands into her face. "How can you say that, uncle?"

"Don't- don't you dare kill him!" Linka protested. "We need him alive!"

Lincoln cocked the gun to load. "You, doesn't mean me," he simply said before he connected the sights to McMahon's head, firing once. Fired once and killed Pter McMahon with the only shot that erupted, echoed from it. In that very moment, Lana and Lola rushed into the hall with Sam and Luna. The four of them laid witness to the manor setback that not only compromised the mission, but made them, phenos, lawless murderers. "NOOOO!"

"Where- Where did he come from?!" Sam stuttered.

"LINCOLN!" Luna sprinted into a run on all fours to subdue him in the anger that waved over. He turned his gun and begun to fire at her, but the bullets didn't do much to her. She reached him, forced the gun off his hand and swung her sharp claws at him. "STAY STILL!"

He blocked and countered her well, throwing her arms away from him. He kicked her legs to double over, bringing her down. "Not today."

Leven came from behind and hugged Lincoln into a tackle, taking himself to bend backwards with Lincoln on top. "HOLD HIM DOWN, LUNA! SAM!"

"We have to go..." Linka exhaled sharply, jumping to Leven. "We have go to! Leave him to the cops!"

"WE WON'T-!" Luna was stopped by Sam, who held her back with an arm. "WHAT?!"

"She's right, we can't stay here! Twins, retreat us all!" Sam threw a hand to the side, holding it out for Lana to grab and run her out. Luna did the same for Lola to get her out. The twins rushed back for Linka and Carly while Leven still struggled with Lincoln. "Leave me! Leave me, take the girls sway," Leven told the twins as the two albinos continued to duke it out.

Allie remained on her uncle, bawling her eyes out. "No... No... Please-"

Lincoln jerked his head back and broke Leven's nose, buying time for him to get free of the clone's arms and roll away freely. "How convenient it is for you to be here! Makes things easier-" He picked up the gun and turned it towards Leven. "I see that dampener on you so I know that you're weak."

And before he fired, Lola came back and took Leven out of the scene. The bullet only hit wall, nothing else that was alive. Lincoln gasped and tried to follow the afterlight projection. "Come back! Coward, face your death!"

Allie looked up and Lincoln, glaring at him with visible anger. "You... You're the monster..."

Lincoln lowered the gun, greatly displeased. "Damn, I wasn't fast enough to have a surprise victory... Girl, you've done well by leading me to your rat uncle. As for you..." He reached her and aimed his gun down at her, and she did nothing. She took the barrel of the gun, accepting defeat. And he then blinked just once, but saw something else in her place. Someone else. "Huh?"

"You don't kill little girls... Do you, Jerry?" Heather, bloody and in her shredded dress, frowned at him with disappointment- and the damaged eye had not even stopped bleeding. "Do you?"

Lincoln shook, blinked again, and lowered the gun. Allie was there again, but... What the hell was that just now? "Well?! Get it on over with..."

Lincoln's fingers were then quivering, when, not a minute ago had they been rather steady. "No..."

"No?! Ha! NO?!" Allie's mouth kept changing between a pseudo smile and a hard frown. "KILL ME! KILL ME NOW OR I'LL GET YOU SOMEDAY!"

"You'll get a chance just this one time," Lincoln decided. "You're young and you're rather too fucking stupid to know any better. I know your story, it means nothing but it is shit in the long run. So go on-"

"Letting me go...?"

"Don't get me wrong, I really want to put a bullet in you," he explained coldly. "You're no good, I've seen it from a distance- and closer than you could actually imagine."

"Why don't you?"

Lincoln lifted his shoulders to shrug. "I've never killed someone young. Well, not up close, not like this. It was different when bombs were planted and families were blown away... This isn't that. I give you a shot only to see if you could change. You're just like me, someone who's merely being used in someone else's game. Bet uncle didn't care for you the way a real uncle should."

"You're wrong..."

"I heard him cry his true thoughts about you to the end..." He turned around to walk away. "That is no lie."

"B-bastard! Where do you think you can run?!" Allie shrieked, stirring echoes around the hall. "What the-? Where are the guards?! Hey! Anyone?!"

There was a question I asked myself while I was off undoing the mistakes I made by not doing them. Other me, this main one, he had come to Clyde to help him set up a safe house. Same deal with me in the other timeline. Left him hanging, and here, Lori remained in the Freights because it was still a damn thing...

Lincoln took his exit with another Matrix Portal, leaving Allie alone.

Why didn't I lay waste to them this time, when they were the ones who pushed me to this, to where I was now? Heh...

He found himself alone in an empty field in the middle of nowhere.

Reason one, Dale Jennings had said something along the lines of vigilantes never being able to be successful. It dawned on me, I could go after a ton of corrupt politicians and senators and extremists and what-have-yous and it would mean jack shit in the end. As long as people existed, the ideas did, too. Brings me to reason two; it was never going to end, and it was pointless. I would have enemies coming down my sightlines after defeating yesterday's. Patrick Matthews. Ernest Harrison. Douglas Ryder. George Burton. So I've ran into many more maggots worth crushing under the boot. Tell you now, it didn't end. Whether or not I destroyed the Freights this time, it didn't matter. There would be some other radical group bombing other places- or at the very least, some new batch of terrorists.

Lincoln sat down in the middle of the field, taking in the July dew upon his pants.

I'm getting tired of it. One after the other. Why not... Why not just-?

He closed his eyes and sniffed the air.

Call me crazy, but... Would it be such a bad thing if some soul were to plunge the world into global genocide? After all...

He opened his eyes and looked past the blue skies.

We're all human.