"Comm." Cybr, back in his office, holds out Hidden in the Sand and speaks into it. The surface of the orb shimmers, before displaying a large forest with a radio tower, and zooming in on it to show a figure sitting inside the small building next to the tower. Cybr takes note of all the details the orb shows him, and then heads out of his office to see if anybody can figure out the exact location of the tower. As Cybr leaves, a frowny face emoticon can be seen on the Order computer, but Cybr doesn't bother to acknowledge it.
"Hey, buddy, heading out so soon?" says Windsor, having just finished admiring the newly reinstalled crime pole. "Where to this time?"
"Normally I wouldn't even care to talk to you, but just in case, do you have any idea where this radio tower might be?" Cybr shows the images from the crystal ball to Windsor.
"Hmmm...let me get out my star map." Windsor takes out his phone and opens his star map app that he installed in case he ever got lost in the woods. "I see, I see, well, by the looks of things, it's definitely not local, but it's not too far out. I wanna say…somewhere north of the city? I'd imagine once you find the woods it wouldn't be too hard to find the tower. And the woods seem pretty big, so they're probably hard to miss."
"We'll see." says Cybr, before thinking over his options on who to bring along with him for this mission. He would normally just bring Boneregard and El Diablo since he knows they can be trusted to not mess things up on these sorts of missions, but Boneregard locked himself in the closet to sleep and El Diablo is still in need of repairs after the encounter with Rubinn. Cybr knows that he will probably need somebody relatively strong to fight against Comm, just in case he has some kind of weapon or ability with which to defend himself. Cybr knocks on Shamazon's door, and then lets himself in once Shamazon responds.
"If I remember correctly, you're not particularly fond of the Order, right?" Cybr asks. Shamazon raises an eyebrow.
"You're correct." He confirms.
"Great, I need somebody powerful to come with me on a mission to kill probably their most important remaining member." Cybr explains. Before Shamazon can respond, Blight busts down the door with his giant magnet.
"DID SOMEBODY SAY…POWER?!" Blight shouts. The moans and groans of various tired-out WCL members can be heard after Blight does this, and Shamazon just raises a finger over his lips to indicate for Blight to be a bit more considerate.
"Fine. You can come too. Let's go." Cybr heads downstairs and outside, with Shamazon and Blight following. Outside, mxy is smoking an entire pack of cigarettes at once, and Cybr taps him on the shoulder to get his attention.
"I need you to drive us somewhere."
"Are you fucking shitting me? I just spent all day sitting in my van and I'm finally getting some time to unwind, and you want me to go and drive you somewhere at this hour?" mxy glares at Cybr.
"Yes, I do, and you should know that if you don't want to cooperate, we'll just drive your van ourselves."
"Hell no. Fine, I'll take you. Where are we going?"
"North."
"Anything more specific, jackass?"
"The woods. Out of town."
"Of course it's out of town. Fine. Get in. The sooner we're done with this the sooner I can go to bed."
Cybr, Blight, and Shamazon get into the back of the van, while mxy gets back in the front, and begins the drive northwards.
Deep in the woods, near the radio tower, the man residing there sees that his friend is contacting him over his computer once again.
"What is it now, Info?"
"Jericho, they found you. They're coming to your general area as we speak."
Jericho pauses, staring at the computer for a few moments before responding.
"And how did they do that, exactly?"
"I don't fucking know, if I knew I would've taken measures to prevent it. Cybr literally pulled out a fucking crystal ball, I can't make this shit up if I tried."
"So what do you expect me to do? Do I have time to relocate?"
"Again, crystal fucking ball. Even if you go somewhere else, he'll just find you. I know you don't like fighting, but I don't think you have a choice. You have to stand your ground."
"Is he coming alone?"
"Probably not. I heard him talking to someone outside of his room, maybe multiple people. Expect the worst."
"Got it…that all I need to know?"
"That's all you're able to know. Sorry."
Jericho sighs, turning off the computer and standing up from his chair as he heads outside to prepare himself for the upcoming encounter.
mxy keeps his eyes trained on the road like a responsible driver, resisting every impulse in his body telling him to throw Blight out of the vehicle, since he had crawled into the front seat next to him and began blasting TheFatRat's "Infinite Power" from the radio.
"If you can't start acting mature, I will turn around and drive us back to the WCL, mark my words." mxy threatens.
"What, you cannot handle the infinite POWER?"
"Strike two." mxy holds up two fingers towards Blight, and Blight shuts his mouth, reluctantly turning down the radio volume a little bit. "If you really want to keep yourself entertained, there are a bunch of cards and crosswords and stuff in the seat pockets in the back, just leave me alone."
Blight returns to the back from whence he came, and mxy continues driving north, until he eventually encounters the woods that Cybr mentioned.
"Alright, those are woods, is that all you needed? You getting out here?" mxy glances into the back towards Cybr.
"No, we're looking for a radio tower somewhere in those woods."
"You're fucking kidding me, right? How are we supposed to see that once we're in the woods? Let alone drive through there."
"There's enough room between the trees, it's not that dense. Just drive towards the middle, probably."
"I feel like you're missing the point here. This is completely unreasonable. Why can't you just go there on foot from here?"
"Just drive." Cybr demands, and mxy groans, but listens, beginning to drive straight through the woods. After a few minutes of tense silence, mxy comes to a stop.
"That your place?"
Cybr glances out the window, and sees the base of a tower, just like what the crystal ball showed him.
"Yes, it is. This shouldn't take long." Cybr gets out of the back, with Blight and Shamazon following shortly after.
"Right, shouldn't take long, never heard that one before." mxy mutters as he changes the radio station to something more palatable.
As Cybr approaches the base of the tower, he's somewhat surprised to see the person he saw in the crystal ball standing outside, nonchalantly leaning against the wall.
"Well, I guess before anything else, congratulations are in order. You're the only one to ever find me out here. Not even the rest of the Order knows about this place."
Cybr looks over to Shamazon and Blight, but Shamazon seems intent on hearing out what this guy has to say, and isn't taking any action to fight him yet. Blight, on the other hand, is already maneuvering Infinite Power into position. Jericho's gaze falls on the wispy Stand for a moment, before returning to Cybr.
"I've heard plenty about you, y'know. Definitely more than you've heard about me. I should probably introduce myself. Jericho Kerouac, head of communications for the Order of-"
Before Jericho can finish, Infinite Power reaches a position in line with him on the East-West cardinal, and unleashes its bloody laser towards him. Reflexively, Jericho's own Stand appears next to him, and uses its golden cape to block the beam. Moments later, a much larger beam fires back at Infinite Power, decimating the Stand and causing Blight to yell out in pain as gashes appear across his body in various spots.
"I guess I shouldn't have expected the 'World Crime League' to fight with honor. I was going to hold off on revealing Glorious Domination until I finished talking, but I guess the cat's out of the bag. Big surprise, I have a special ability, just like…95% of the Order does."
Shamazon steps forwards, cracking his knuckles.
"We're here to kill you, and I think we've given you more than enough time to make your point. Let's quit the small talk and get to business."
"Be my guest." Jericho shrugs, and Shamazon runs towards him, bringing out D with the eraser end of the pencil pointing forwards. The moment the eraser swings at Jericho, though, Glorious Domination once again gets in the way, and rather than being erased, Glorious Domination brings out its own, larger pencil, and swings it back towards Shamazon, who manages to notice this in time to backstep and avoid the retaliation. Once Glorious Domination disappears again, Shamazon swings at Jericho with his fist, which Jericho for some reason didn't seem to see coming. Jericho is nailed right in the face, and sent flying through the air. Shamazon runs along the ground and catches Jericho with one hand, proceeding to pin him against the nearest wall.
"Between you and me, I don't actually care if you live or die here. I've got some questions for you, and if you cooperate, I can probably get these guys to leave you alone." Shamazon sneers under his breath, glaring fiercely into Jericho's panicked eyes. Jericho casts a glance over to Cybr, who seems to be watching carefully, and to Blight, who is crawling along the ground away from the tower, clearly too wounded to continue fighting. He then looks back at Shamazon.
"What…kinds of…questions…?" Jericho manages, speaking in a strained manner due to the iron grip around his windpipe.
"Tell me more about this man, and where he is right now." Shamazon discreetly slides a photograph of Ignis out from his sleeve, the same photograph he encountered during the meeting with the World Crime League. Jericho nods, and claws at Shamazon's hand, trying to signal for him to loosen his grip slightly. Shamazon realizes that he can't pry information from a dead man, so he eases up slightly, but still keeps Jericho firmly held in place.
"That's Matchstick. Don't know why you care about him specifically, but he's a pretty average member of the Order. He starts fires around him, sometimes as part of his job, sometimes just for fun-"
"Get to the point already. Where. Is. He. Now."
"Urk…I don't know exactly, I don't keep track of members, I just keep track of reports! I…I think he's stationed at the Costa Brava facility during his off-duty hours? I don't know for sure, though-"
"Costa Brava is a big place. Be more specific." Shamazon tightens his grip somewhat.
"It's disguised as a dietary clinic, I don't remember the exact name, we always just call it 'DDC' whenever we need to refer to it by name. That's all I can give you, okay?"
"Good. That's enough. Just act like I choked you to death, and we'll be on our w-" Shamazon starts to release Jericho from his grasp, but mxy's van suddenly comes careening out of the woods and crashes directly into both Shamazon and Jericho. Shamazon's superhuman durability allows for him to be relatively unscathed, but Jericho isn't nearly as well off, being pinned to the wall and having his lower body completely crushed. Blight leans out of the passenger seat window, and weakly shakes his fist at Jericho with a pained grin on his face.
"THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DARE TO DEFY MY INFINITE POWER! FOR I AM THE ULTIMATE EVIL, AND NOTHING CAN DEFEAT ME!" Blight yells. mxy just stares apathetically through the windshield, having already opted to put in earplugs once Blight got back in the van. mxy puts the van in reverse and backs up, causing Jericho to fall to the ground as a pool of blood begins to form around him. Shamazon gives a pitiful glance at Jericho, before getting into mxy's van. mxy rolls down the window and calls out to Cybr.
"Come on, we're done, the guy's clearly not making it out of that alive. If we leave now I might be able to get two hours of sleep before sunrise."
Cybr looks back at mxy.
"I still have some things I'd like to do here." Cybr states. mxy, fed up with this loser's nonsense, decides to take initiative and ditches Cybr, driving off into the woods without him and leaving him behind with Jericho. Cybr sighs, but walks past Jericho as he bleeds out, heading into the nearby building and locating Jericho's laptop, which he's able to break into easily. Just as Cybr suspected, a fully uncensored version of the Order's database is present on the computer. As Cybr prepares to walk off with the laptop, a gray arm suddenly shoots out of it, smacking him in the face with an astonishingly aggressive amount of force. Shortly after, the rest of the body attached to the arm comes through, and Cybr finds himself staring into the furious yellow eyes of a strange shark-like creature, seemingly made of the same substance he is.
"Sup, bitch." she says with a scowl. "Glad to see you couldn't even be assed to wait for him to die before stealing his shit."
Cybr stares forwards, and begins to speak, but immediately gets slapped again.
"I don't want to hear shit from you. And don't expect to ever hear shit from me again."
The shark storms out of the building, and her gaze lingers on Jericho's body. He's dead by now, and the shark starts to just move past him, but stops herself, feeling that she ought to at least give him a proper burial since she knows nobody will be coming out here. She stays put as Cybr leaves the building, and begins the long trek back to the WCL on foot, with Jericho's laptop in hand.