It had been five days since any tests were performed on Xavier. On one hand, he certainly didn't miss the experiments. But on the other hand, he was still reeling from what he now knew about Thomas Graham.

Tom couldn't care less about me. Doug made that clear the last time we spoke. And yet, my happy memories with him continue to have a grip on my mind.

I want to know if at least a part of him ever considered me a friend once. It's unlikely, but how could I ever cope if he only saw me as a tool this whole time?

Maybe the piercing pain of the experiments would be preferable to what I'm feeling now. This emptiness, this depression...it's maddening.

As he got up to pace around his cell, the door swung open. What the hell just happened? Did the Insurgency or the Serpent's Hand break in?!

Bewildered, Xavier stepped outside to see what was happening. To put it in the simplest of terms, all hell had broken loose.

Agents of the Chaos Insurgency were shooting every member of Foundation staff in sight. Whether they were janitors, researchers or security guards, it made no difference. They all ended up the same, lying in pools of their own blood with bullets in their skulls.

All Xavier could do was run through the halls, hoping he wouldn't encounter any enemy forces. He crashed into a woman wearing orange clothes with black hair, chocolate brown eyes and a deep tan. Her name tag read: D-8118.

"Kelekolio?!"

"Dusk! I'm so sorry! If I didn't slack on the job, none of this would be happening!" Hokulani gasped out.

"It's not your fault. No hard feelings. Anyway, down to brass tacks; what the fuck is going on?!"

"Well, a bunch of Insurgency operatives broke in at around eight. They recruited most of the D-Classes before I ran out of the room," Hokulani explained.

"Where should we go? Do we find Doug or-"

"Don't worry about him. He went to evacuate the D-Classes that haven't defected. I think they're helping some humanoids, but I can't say for certain."

Making sure to keep track of his companion, Xavier slunk through the halls until he caught sight of a man with ash blonde hair and brown eyes. He was standing with a few people in orange uniforms like his own. However, there were no humanoids in sight.

"Doug! There you are!" Hokulani whispered.

"In the flesh, my moonbeam," Douglas replied with a chuckle, kissing her forehead.

"I'm happy for you both, but we really should hurry! The Foundation or the Insurgency could show up at any minute!" Xavier reminded the two lovebirds.

"Roger that! 9119?"

A man with dark skin in the driver's seat of a stolen white cargo van said, "Ready when you are, 7117!"

"Lockie?"

"Jules! Oh, thank 343 you're safe!" Lachlan gasped in relief.

"And I'm quite grateful you're both unscathed."

The duo turned to see a man they'd never laid eyes on. He was dressed in typical CCTV monitor clothing, with one critical difference. Where there should have been a Foundation insignia, there was instead another symbol.

The one used by the Chaos Insurgency.

"I'm sure you both have many questions. First, I'd like to thank you for assisting me. The siege of Site-17 will certainly go down in history as one of our greatest accomplishments," said the agent.

"You...You tricked us!" Lachlan snarled.

"But it was for a good reason. As I'm sure you know from seeing that footage, the Foundation has strayed far from its mission. They serve their own interests first, humanity second. It's about time you open your eyes to the truth of what they are, not what they masquerade as."

When both Lachlan and Jules stayed silent, the agent continued, "It is clear you have not been fully corrupted by the higher-ups yet. Not to mention, you've both assisted the Insurgency greatly. I did keep my word when I said Xavier would walk free, after all. It's only fair you accept my generous offer in return."

He then pulled out his phone, showing a recording of Xavier leaving with Douglas, Hokulani and several D-Classes. The two doctors exchanged glances for a bit, coming to a silent agreement.

"I will join you. It's clear that the Foundation is no longer a force for good, and to support them would be to condone their vile actions," Jules proclaimed.

"As will I. The crimes of this organization are unforgivable, and they must be stopped before they harm more people," Lachlan agreed.

"I knew you'd understand. As of today, you are members of the Chaos Insurgency. You may address me as Orion Middleton, by the way."

"Kiran? Where are you?"

Paris' vision was blurred and she had a splitting headache, but she was able to make out her boss calling for her.

"S-Sir? I'm alive, don't worry."

Once she felt her vision clear up, she noticed that Dr. Edwards was standing beside her boss. "Oh! Hello, Dave. Thank goodness you're still alive."

"The trio overseeing the tests on 8166 weren't so lucky," David replied, pretending to mourn their deaths.

"Don't concern yourself with those three bottom feeders. What matters now is that we need to restore communication with the O5 Council," Thomas reminded his subordinates.

Quietly making their way to the empty communications room, David locked the door while Thomas attempted to speak with the O5 Council.

"Director Graham? Is that really you?"

"It is, O5-12. I am currently in the communications room of Site-17, and Paris Kiran and David Edwards are present as well. Please try to be discreet when sending help. There could still be Chaos Insurgency agents present."

Soon after, the three members of Foundation personnel were sitting in the backseat of a black van.

"You will be taken to Site-19," said the driver.

"Understood," Thomas replied curtly.

Paris smirked in Thomas' direction. "What will we do to 8166 once we catch it again?"

Thomas grinned with pure malice at these words. "Oh, trust me. Once we've recaptured that winged abomination, we'll make sure it'll never escape again."