Sans
Camelot - Training Grounds
His white pupils seemingly hovered within his sunken, dark eye sockets, staring almost jovially at the Saiyan as she wolfed her food down like a starving animal. Once she had swallowed down her decently well-proportioned meal, her eyes fell upon the skeleton who sat before her behind his hotdog stand, continuously grinning lazily at her, and she asked her simple question. Sans' grin seemingly widened ever so slightly as he let out a soft chuckle, shifting his weight on his feet as he blinked slowly.
"funnily enough, same reason you're here." He replied with a casual shrug. "just mindin' your own business, then poof. you're in wonderland, minus the wonder, bonus the land." He gave her a wink. "but if the question was less personal and more business-oriented, i can answer that too. see, i like to have money on me. of any currency i can get. that way, i'm financially prepared wherever i go. not only that, but i can afford whatever my brother wants. that's the walking bone business of the walking bone businessman."
The skeleton yawned. "i'd ask you for your story, kiddo, but i can already guess what it is just by lookin' at you." He paused, his grin shifting humorously. "bet you're a hairstylist." He joked, nodding slightly with a nudge of his head at her out-of-place hairstyle.
"anyway, been fun chattin' with you, but my legalized work break just came up and there's something i've been wanting to do, so i'll catch ya later, cauliflower." With yet another wink, the skeleton turned on his heel and walked swiftly, yet carelessly away.
Bro
Camelot Castle - Dormitories
He began to wonder...
How was Lil' Cal doing? He was probably fine, put up on the shelf in his and Kiran's room, waiting for Dirk's return. Cal was so cool. It took Bro a solid moment to recognize that Kiran was talking to him. Asking him specific questions to Bro's abilities. Questions the Strider brother didn't honestly know the answers to. He was born with these gifts as far as he was aware. He'd used them for as long as he could remember. Had he trained? Hell yeah, he had. His sick martial arts didn't come with the body. His skills took years of practice and passion, things his abilities didn't require. They were natural, fluid, and simple. As easy to learn as walking. He was a pro in the second year of his life.
His... life...
Something felt extremely odd about that portion of his memories. Something felt... artificial. Something felt... wrong. What was it? he didn't know, but the longer he thought about it, the more it bugged him. He turned his shaded gaze upon Kiran, raising a white-blonde brow. "You wanna know my secret?" He asked, dropping his voice and tone low. This set the mood Bro desired for Kiran to feel. Mysterious, secretive, and special, all of which were simply an illusion, as the Strider brother was fucking with his new friend.
"I ate my vegetables every day," Bro stated firmly, voice dark and serious in a quiet undertone, his face as straight and unbroken as ever. Completely devoid of emotion, his mouth a thin line when not speaking, kamina shades glinting the sunlight shining in through the windows as the sun sunk lower and lower, the night fast approaching. "Especially broccoli and spinach. Ever heard of Popeye the Sailorman? That shit he does with spinach? That's all true, save for the visual effects. Nobody's body should morph like that, and if it does, you're super fucked."
Bro's walking pace slowed as he leaned closer to Kiran, voice dropping even lower. "I worked out every day. One-hundred push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, you name it. Then a three-hour jog at fifty miles-per-hour. That means one-hundred-fifty miles ran every day. That's just the morning routine, too. Then, you drink down three egg yolks. Make sure to wash it all down with a glass of warm milk."
All while he did this, he simultaneously strained his mind, pulling at old memories that just didn't want to resurface. The longer and harder he tried... the faker they felt. A growing suspicion of a fabricated life crept up his spine as his mouth continued on for Kiran like a motor, brain working even harder on something far less noticeable.
Then he heard a voice. Something small in the back of his mind whispering to him...
"You are us. We are one."
Artemis, Negan
Camelot Castle - Dining Hall
The bird. An act of total disrespect. Artemis had learned this trait from Joseph himself in their original confrontation earlier that morning. An act which involves pointing one's middle finger at the target they despise... at least she thought so. Clearly, she was doing it wrong as she she pointed her middle finger at Joseph for a solid second, earning looks of confusion from both her target, as well as the man clad in leather. She rolled her eyes and returned her attention to Serena just as the girl noticed what remained of the symbiote.
She opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a loud cry.
"SHIT!"
Negan stomped through the hole in the wall and marched toward the shrieking symbiote as it dwindled down under the dosage of flame, and before anything more could be done or said, it was...
Gone.
Negan stared at the scorched stone ground for a moment and brought his hands up to the back of his head in agitation. "Fuck fuck fuck..." He muttered under his breath, before looking about at those around him. He was causing a scene, and if Venom had apparently acted out, resulting in this mess...
He'd need to explain himself.
"Sorry." he sighed, lowering his arms and gulping. "Just... didn't realize he'd cause trouble. He never did for me, and after I got knocked out, I guess..." He paused. He was usually pretty good at improvising, but if for whatever reason he was taken in for association with Venom, not to mention having hid the symbiote until now...
SG-1
Camelot Castle - Throne Entrance
"So that's what caused this... 'sleep wave'..." Daniel muttered to himself, the four members of SG-1 stood by the entrance into the throne room, having just watched a well-dressed, quite eccentric man walk by them accompanied by a guard, who was now walking back through the hallway from the throne room. "Get a load of this nutjob." Jack scoffed, staring at Speedwagon ludicrously, just loud enough for... well, everyone in the general vicinity to hear.
"I think he's charming." Sam replied casually, watching the interaction in the throne room intently as Daniel continued to mutter to himself behind them, Teal'c silently by himself beside the trio of humans, watching Speedwagon make his introduction with mild interest, his face betraying little to no emotion.
Jack slowly turned his head to look at Sam, glaring at her incredulously. After several moments of silence, he appeared to physically cringe as he repeated her word. "Charming? This guy is the man equivalent to a waitress talking way too sweet to you as she takes your order."
Sam smirked slightly at Jack's words, but said nothing, opting to pay more attention to the interaction within the throne room instead.
"Hm... Charming wouldn't exactly be my choice of word."
The deep, scratchy voice behind the four made three of them jump, Teal'c simply raising a brow and calmly looking over his shoulder toward the speaker, who leaned against the wall, glaring past them into the throne room, arms folded, bandana covering his forehead and eyebrows, an ever-present glare plastered on his face.
"Please never do that." Daniel gasped at Snake, eyes wide, red in his cheeks as he was flustered from the temporary scare. Snake didn't reply to Daniel, instead letting his stern gaze fall upon Sam.
"Charismatic is the term I'd use."
Sam frowned. "That's... in the same category as charming."
"No it isn't." Snake replied stubbornly. "He's charismatic like a businessman."
"So businessmen can't be charming?" Sam raised a lone brow, and Snake pushed himself from the wall. "No..." He replied after a moment's hesitation.
"Can you two stop? I'm trying to listen." Jack huffed in agitation at Snake and Sam, the latter of which gave her commanding officer a funny look, but fell silent regardless as Snake grunted, and leaned against the wall once again, pulling out a thick cigar with a lighter to boot.
Darth Vader
Atlantic Ocean
The Sith Lord turned his gaze to the android's opening chest, revealing what he desired. "The Convergence crystal..." He stated, and raised an arm. As he did so, the crystal moved away from the robot, drifting toward Vader as he stared at it. The answer to his greatest desire. The only way he could possibly get Padme back...
He was tired of his master's empty promises. He'd seen it for himself, not even the dark side could bring Padme back. At least not in the way he desired. He wanted her as she was before... He wanted to be there for the birth of his child. He would return to Palpatine and destroy him, and with all of this...
He and his child would rule the galaxy, with Padme by his side.
With that, he grasped the crystal firmly in his fist, knowing the contact would activate it. Activate, it did. A blue rift tore open between the individuals, and both were pulled through, leaving the ocean far behind...
Carolina
Medina - Saudi Arabia
"Those 'sissy rocks' just crushed half my squad!" Carolina shouted at Ogremon as she herself made it past the rubble by leaping over it all, twirling about mid-air to fire rapid-fire bursts of super-heated plasma projectiles from her plasma rifle, and swiftly landed on the other side of the alley. "We need to keep moving, or we'll-"
"Goin' so soon? Party's just gettin' started." A voice boomed through the city, cutting off Carolina as a Pelican swerved around the corner, drifting heavily toward the group as the wings seemed to open up on the bottom, releasing a barrage of large missiles, which soared overhead, barreling into a building, annihilating the foundation. "Hop on board, ladies and gentlemen. We ain't runnin', we're just gettin' an advantage. Hurry up!" Johnson's voice boomed out of the UNSC dropship as it lowered, the back ramp flipping mechanically into a ramp to allow the team to hop aboard as a turret mounted on the nose of the Pelican revved to life with a rapid rotation, and began firing heavy rounds into more oncoming flood forms as the ruined building began to fall.
"Hurry." A large reptilian alien leaped from the dropship, wielding a customized and fully operational Covenant Carbine, firing with steady precision into Flood forms the Pelican seemed to miss. "Holy smokes, Arbiter. We heard you were dead, man!" The unnamed Marine laughed, stopping in front of the Snagheilli warrior, who stepped to the side. "Get aboard the shuttle, human. Now!" He ordered as the rest of the group approached the Pelican, Carolina bringing up the rear.
Miranda, Rebium
UNSC Horizon - Reach Space
Bullets slugged rapidly into the combat form's mid-section. The ballistic projectiles appeared to be absorbed as the fleshy soldier continued to race toward the Commander, who narrowed her eyes down the iron sights of the SMG. She fired again, the flood form closing in dangerously fast- before dropping with a wet thud on the metal floor, her bullets having popped the infection form lodged in the chest of what was once a living human being. "Rebium, how you holding up?" She called to her brute partner through her comms. There was a moment of silence in which she took the opportunity to swiftly reload her weapon.
Rebium finally replied, his tone loud and panicky, his voice coming in first as a roar.
"RRRRAAAAAGH!!!"
Miranda cringed at the eruption of noise in her earpiece. "Rebium!?"
"Move on without me, human." His voice growled through the comm. "I've... I... augh... arughaaaaaAAAAAGHHHHH!!!" With that, his line went dead. "Damnit." Keyes growled, standing up angrily. She'd just lost her only ally. As shaky as their new alliance and partnership was, he'd been a valuable and useful soldier.
Now, she had one thing on her mind. Getting off this ship. She was so close to the launch bay, she could snag an escape pod and make her way to Reach. Her plan with Rebium had gone haywire, obviously. His decision to split up had clearly been a fatal mistake, and if she failed to make it off the Horizon...
"This one's for you, dad." She growled, tucking the SMG against her hip and whipping the M90 Shotgun off her back, pumping it, the sound of the shells loading sounded in satisfaction. With that, the Commander raced head-strong down the hall, making her way to an automated door, still unlocked. She wouldn't allow what happened to her father to happen to her. Not even two months ago he'd been alive. Then the shit with Halo happened, and he wound up as one of these... things.
She couldn't allow this fate for herself. She wouldn't.
UNYIELDING
The door slid open quickly as she charged through the now open entrance into the hall beyond, finally arriving in the launch bay, the hallway lined with a multitude of escape pods.
Something else occupied the hallway with her. A total of four combat forms, and a dozen or so infection forms, seemingly having been waiting for her as they all simultaneously charged for her, snarling and screaming, each armed with UNSC weapons, a combination of Magnums and Assault Rifles.
The Commander dropped to a knee, quickly aiming the Shotgun as poorly-timed bullets fired over her head, and she released a shell into the nearest combat form. Its body was ripped in half, the infection form hosting the body erupting in a small shower of flesh over the metallic floor. The Shotgun had a total of twelve rounds. Twelve shots to make count, and now she was down to eleven.
She pumped the action handle, and fired again, dropping a second combat form just as the last two reached her.
Thinking on her feet, Miranda rolled forward, pumping the shotgun, and yanking her SMG off her thigh. She aimed the barrel of the M90 at the combat form, blowing it to pieces as she aimed the opposite way with the SMG, firing the automatic weapon into the crowd of infection forms lightly and eagerly crossing the hall for her. The majority popped as the bullets shredded into them. Knowing she didn't have much time to spare she charged toward the remaining infection forms as the last combat form swung its whip-like arm at her. She'd moved in time, and the whip only hit her shotgun, launching it out of her hand and slamming it into the wall. Using both hands, she fired desperately into the remaining infection forms, clearing them just as her clip emptied, and the final combat form leaped for her.
That had been the last clip in the SMG, which was now useless. She quickly tossed it aside as she dove forward, narrowly avoiding the combat form as it slammed onto the floor where she'd just been milliseconds prior.
Miranda glanced behind her, past the flood form at her shotgun, which lied at the other end of the hall. She could either attempt to get to it and finish the combat form with her remaining nine shells, or utilize the frag grenade on her waist. Just one...
She'd need it later. If she was quick on her feet, she could reach the M90, which is exactly what she did as the combat form charged for her, angrily swinging its whip, which she ducked under, narrowly avoiding getting her head knocked off her shoulders. Breathing heavily, sweat drenching her uniform and running down her face, the Commander charged down the hall as fast as she could go toward the Shotgun.
The combat form let out a terrible shriek as it recognized her motives, and picked up a weapon lying on the ground, chasing after her, lifting the gun to aim it at her, and it pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened as the Shotgun was swept up off the ground and back into Miranda's arms. The weapon the combat form had tried using had been her discarded SMG. With that, she fired the Shotgun, blasting a hole through the combat form's chest.
It dropped dead, and the hallway fell silent. A moment was given to the Commander, who let out a sigh of relief. That had been far too dangerous, but as the saying goes, desperate times call for desperate measures.
She started making her way toward the nearest escape pod, Shotgun hanging limply at her side- before a loud bang rang through the air, stopping her in her tracks. Another bang sounded, the source coming from the locked door down the other side of the hall, which was bending and twisting, being bashed open. "Shit." She gasped, and raced into the escape pod, jumping into the pilot's seat, activating the vessel as the sound of metal ripping tore through the air. She knew what it was. The only thing it could have been.
Rebium, now under the control of the Flood.
The escape pod hatch closed with a hiss, and after pressing a few more buttons, Miranda was shoved against the back of her seat as the escape pod shot forward, detaching from the Horizon and speeding faster than a bullet into open space, headed for the surface of Reach.
The Commander wiped a bead of sweat off her face with her sleeve, glancing behind her through the viewport of the door -hatch, watching as the Horizon continued to be pummeled by plasma cannons and MAC rounds.
"This is Commander Miranda Keyes to Reach surface. Does anybody respond, over?" She asked, pulling the onboard radio to her mouth. She only got static in reply, watching as the planet neared.
A lone Covenant ship hovered over its surface, undoubtedly flood-controlled, obviously aiming to infect the last planet.
Cpl. Fisk, Fred, Linda, Kelly
ONI Delta Station - Reach Surface
"Damnit!"
Fred slammed his fist into the steel wall, his fist making a noticeable dent in the thick material. Fisk had to guess it was at least a foot thick, and this spartan had just...
"Getting mad won't help anyone," Kelly informed her teammate. "We have our orders. Place the charges and blow the base to hell. With or without her."
Fred paced in frustration in front of the door leading into ONI Delta Station, his movements quick and agitated, his face hidden from view beneath his agitation, but it was clear he was thinking, processing their next course of action. "She'll make it," Linda informed the pair. "We've arrived earlier. Give her about ten minutes. All we need to worry about is defending this position until then."
"Regardless, those charges need to be set," Kelly replied, pulling an explosive from her utility belt. "A little help would be appreciated." She directed at Fred, who let out a deep sigh. "Right."
Fisk simply sat on the uncomfortable concrete bench in front of ONI Delta Station, watching the spartans interact. He was delirious, being dehydrated and having used up so much adrenaline... He was exhausted. He needed sleep, and he wouldn't be much good in any given situation in his current state. Without so much as a word, the Marine slumped onto his side, finding the concrete bench to be unbelievably comfortable.
"This... Key... Reach surf... pond, over?" A female voice crackled in over the Spartan's comms, all of which who looked at one another. "Was that Keyes?" Linda asked, but got no answer as Fred immediately responded. "This is Sierra One-Zero-Four, we read you, Commander. What's your status?"
Dr. Halsey, Chief Mendez
ONI Delta Station - Reach Underground
The trio darted through various halls, and just when it seemed they were nearing their destination, Mendez averted their path, noises being heard ahead. Halsey continually glanced at Mikhail, her piercing gaze slowly transforming from suspicious to curious. She obviously knew he wasn't native, but she wasn't sure just how exotic this child was.
"One last shot..." Mendez muttered as the group rounded a corner into another cold, dark hallway. At the end of it sat a welcoming elevator, and not a sound could be heard apart from their ragged breathing. "Let's move." Mendez ordered, taking off at a sprint, still holding his rifle at the ready.
At that moment, the sound of an ear-splitting scream echoed around them. It wasn't a scream of fear, or of pain. It was inhuman... distorted... gargled and terrifying. Halsey paled, which was strange, as her skin was already almost paperwhite to begin with. "Run!" She yelled as the sound of thundering footsteps could be heard behind them.
The Flood had found them.
Atriox, YapYap, Vaga 'Sadum
The Ark - Open Space
Almost three-hundred thousand lightyears away from the outer-reaches of the Milkyway Galaxy sits a massive Forerunner installation with a diameter of nearly eighty-thousand miles. It appears like a flower of sorts. A large hole in the center with eight branching arms, or petals. The front side withholds a livable and comfortable atmosphere, covered in sprawling forests, vast oceans, and towering mountains. In the center of this massive construct is where the Halo rings are re-constructed upon the destruction of an existing one, an official replacement.
The Ark. It holds the secrets no Halo ring could ever provide, with the function of activating all Halo rings on a galactic scale. It was located so far outside of the Milkyway in order to avoid the Halo blast radius, as the Ark was designed as a vessel of life, and once contained every species in the galaxy on it. Once it decided that the Flood no longer existed, it sent all of its species to their homeworlds to rebuild and repopulate the brand new galaxy.
"The Forerunner were foolish," Atriox grunted, his much smaller Unggoy companion at his side, both staring out of a window at the massive Ark. "If you want a job done right, do it yourself."
"What job?" YapYap asked in confusion, to which Atriox let out an annoyed sigh. "Nothing you should be concerned with." He growled, the urge to wrap his massive hands around the creature's throat and rip out its esophagus was overwhelming, but he held it back for now. "he Ark was nearly destroyed by the humans and the Covenant during their brief time here. It no longer has its original activation functions." He stated. "But... it still contains a galactic cartographer. With this map, we can locate any other Halo rings, lure all of the Flood there, and destroy the parasite once and for all.
"Yeah... me gots cold feet now," YapYap stated, turning around. "Where do you think you're going?" Atriox asked, his grip tightening on his personal weapon, Chainbreaker. YapYap let out a chuckle, stopping near the exit. "Methinks it is better to let you brutes do all the fun stuff. I go to celebrate Gruntmas."
Atriox growled, before whirling around on his heel, swinging chainbreaker heavily and quickly.
The unggoy didn't have a chance to react as his head was burst apart by the weapon, and his body slumped to the ground, twitching.
The Banished leader let out a satisfied sigh, rubbing his temple. "Sangheili, clean up this mess." He barked toward an Elite near the wall, shrouded in the shade, who clicked his mandibles in reply and agitation. Vaga 'Sadum had been a noble warrior days prior, now here he was. A janitor for the traitor Atriox.
Keymind, Cortana
Open Space
"Time continues to infinitely turn,
There is only victory in demise.
You will experience true redemption,
And we shall become eternally one."
"Your great love for him is grossly misplaced,
Flawed are your emotions, don't be consumed.
Sanctuary awaits your arrival,
Else forever you shall be condemned here."
The harrowing voice echoed through the digital databanks of what made Cortana's mind, drilling deep into her. For so long now had the Gravemind poked and prodded at her with his methods of torture, things she never thought possible. Nothing in Halo's databanks had warned her of this. There was no way she could have prepared.
She needed a way out. She needed John. Yet somehow, the Gravemind had figured her out. John was now a target on her. He could be used to damage her.
The Logic Plague was consuming her. How long had she been here... she didn't know. She just wasn't sure of anything anymore. Her timescale was out of whack, her sensory modules were going haywire, and whatever the Gravemind was doing, she could experience full... physical pain. Something no AI should even be capable of.
If anybody could save her and stop the Flood... she knew only he could.
"John..."
"The vague delusions of the Forerunner,
Salvation they sought, yet did not obtain.
For in the end, their suffering procured,
Their efforts vain, for my will still remains."
"The struggle flesh tries and fails to conquer,
I march onward, offering unity.
Peace, tranquility, all shall receive here,
Expose your secrets, and be rewarded."
Master Chief, Ant-Man, Hank Pym, Luis
Specter's Ship - Krak's Laboratory
"Cortana..." John muttered, brow furrowing as he turned around, looking toward the entrance into the laboratory/shuttle/whatever the hell it was. The door was closed, Doomslayer, Hiro, and Hunter dealing with the three enemies. He wanted to help them, and it was obvious they weren't following his order. If they failed, he and Hope were a last line of defense. He thought he'd heard her voice...
"Chief..." His eyes widened as he saw a flash of blue. So brief he almost missed it. Her face, staring at him from in front of the door. "Something wrong?" Hank's voice asked the Spartan, who didn't respond, walking toward the door, senses on high alert, eyes darting about.
Hank, Scott, and Luis were all awake and functional now. Pym and his daughter had just rebooted Cutman, who was up and about, talking and asking questions, concerned for Elecman. Hank looked at his daughter, sharing a look before Luis spoke up. "Oh, I think I know what's going on."
"How would you know?" Scott asked, frowning and looking at his friend, he let out a giggle, earning weird looks from everyone but John. Luis' face flushed. "Sorry." He muttered, then gestured to the Spartan. "Just a... big fan, you know?"
"So what's going on?" hank demanded impatiently. "He's seeing flashes of Cortana," Luis stated matter-of-factly. "The artificial intelligence he was forced to leave behind." He elaborated at the looks of confusion in the room. "See, on High Charity in Halo 2-"
"Not." Scott quickly shouted, silencing Luis, giving him a look. "Not now."
John continued to ignore the others, slowly raising his arm, curiosity ebbing away at him, slowly and patiently waving his hand where he'd seen Cortana. Nothing happened, and he wasn't sure what he expected.
Nothing, probably.
Doomslayer
Specter's Ship - Pipotron Chamber
Flynn grunted as his weakened arm began to sting painfully, still not fully recovered from its literal snapping in half earlier. The vacuum of space was far more powerful than most things, and as powerful as the Slayer was, he couldn't hold on against it forever. The hole needed to be plugged. "Hunter." He growled loudly. "Grab onto something."
He gave the man a second, before releasing his hold on the ground, and hurtling toward the puncture in the ship, drawing his arm back, and plunging it into the ground, piercing through the titanium and using his momentum to rip a sizable chunk of metal out. By some form of luck, this sheet of titanium was just the size to cover the hole- barely.
Hurtling through the air, Flynn was quick to position the sheet accordingly, and slammed into the wall, denting the sheet that now covered the hole as the vacuum stopped abruptly, and the Slayer fell to the ground, landing with a heavy thud on his boots. He looked up toward Hunter, the shotgun vanishing in a burst of fire and ash. "Let's get to the others." He said calmly, almost as though they hadn't been seconds away from being sucked into the vacuum of space.
Rick, Morty
Yharnam - Sewers
Out of a swirling green and blue vortex stepped two individuals, both of which the bounty hunter Ridler would have vaguely recognized, one more than the other. Morty brushed his arm off, and immediately plugged his nose. "W-w-what the hell, Rick?" He turned to his grandfather, who took a lazy swig of alcohol. "W-w-why are we i-in a sewer!?"
"Probably buuuh-because... cuz that guy. Is here." Rick replied, his tone heavy with boredom as he calmly raised a finger, pointing at the morphed Ridley.
"That isn't Ridley, Rick!" Morty cried. "Yeah, it is." Rick burped. "Y-you just w-wait and see what happens. Morty." He took another swig and started looking around the sewer, losing all interest in Ridley as Morty stared wide-eyed at the form Ridley currently took under the influence of the Omnitrix.
Vriska
Sequin Land - Mermaid Falls
Vriska smirked and grabbed Rotty's head, flipping it over. "That work?"
"Yep!" Rotty replied, and in a poof, she was suddenly standing in front of Vriska, completely whole. The Troll blinked in shock. "Oh. Wow. That was..."
"Fast? I know." Rottytops shrugged, before looking over Vriska's shoulder toward the Condesce, who had her back to them. It seemed she was talking with C. Vriska followed her gaze. "Oh. Hey, I dunno about you, but I feel like she's slowing us down."
"Why?"
"I mean, look at her. I'm not laying my jacket down for her if we cross a puddle, and she clearly is the kind of woman who expects that. Not to mention she's been a consistent bitch unless we're being totally badass. I just think it'd be better if we... moved on." Vriska shrugged, keeping her voice low and out of the Contessa's earshot.
Frisk
Far East - City of Mercy
The child gave the other a warm smile. "I have a feeling the others won't be back for a little bit." She stated, glancing at the exit into the open city. "Wanna go looking for them?" She asked. Outwardly, Frisk was trying to remain calm. Stoic. Kind. Pacifistic. It wasn't easy, that much was true. She was in a foreign land without her powers. She was a sitting duck just waiting to get shot and she knew it. If she was unable to defend herself against whatever next threat they faced, she doubted she'd be around for much longer.
That lead her thoughts to the underground. Home. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she recalled searching the dark backyard and finding the dust of Mad Mew Mew. Papyrus and Sans both missing... she wouldn't doubt that the Doctor had some kind of involvement with it. Both of them would never just up and vanish. It was too random, convenient, and out-of-character for them. Perhaps they were trapped in this strange world like her. Maybe she could meet up with them. She'd feel much safer with the two of them at her side. With Papyrus' brawn and Sans' brain coupled with Frisk's nature and nurture, they were a practically unstoppable force of kindness- and violence if the need becomes dire enough.
Rick Grimes
Far East - Fenrir Base
Rick Grimes nodded in agreement and understanding to Kota's words, watching as Alisa marched out. He'd assumed as much about the girl. She acted brash, immature, and entitled, even. It'd be a chore working with her, but if she was as important as he'd just learned she was, Alisa was the best way he could get to repaying his debt as soon as possible. From everything he'd seen so far, this world didn't have much mercy. Probably even less so than his own. And this one had superpowered individuals.
As for waiting for an hour...
He was already ready and raging to go. He couldn't stand being cooped up any longer. With his quick healing and new rest, he felt almost invincible.
Though he knew not to let that go to his head.
"I should get going." Rick told the two boys, and walked past them, rubbing his paling beard as he went.
Jack Noir
Far East - Wasteland
Calm. Peace. Tranquility. Without a thing to do, and all enemies from miles in every direction having been obliterated, Jack found himself standing atop a butte, overlooking a sunset. It was... nice. He was always filled with such rage... such hatred... the ability to just calm down and take the world in was new for him. Exciting. Wondrous, even. Now if only some idiot could come along and screw that all up. He was dying to kill another person.
However, instead of a person, something else appeared in front of him. A short man with a white ball for a head, and a white and felt green suit, hands tucked neatly behind his back. Jack bared his canine fangs, snarling aggressively as he pulled his sword from his chest. "Now, now." Scratch chuckled, raising both arms head-high in a sign of surrender. "I'm not here to conquer you, Noir," Scratch stated. "However, I do require your assistance. I'm building a-"
Jack appeared behind Scratch, having dashed forward and slashed through the cueball's middle faster than any human eye could detect. If Scratch had eyes, jack was sure they'd be wide in shock and pain. Scratch seemed to stand still for a moment, holding his stomach, before keeling over and slumping to the ground, bits of pillow stuffing spilling of his stomach. He let out a pained groan, clutching at his wound. "You... fool..." Scratch muttered. Jack simply let out a scoff-like snarl, before dashing forward once again, striking-
And striking against a golden trident. The Condesce stood over Doc Scratch defensively, baring her teeth right back at Noir. While her fangs weren't nearly as long, they were most certainly sharper. Her dark eyes pierced into Jack as he surveyed her appearance, and come out with one solution.
This bitch was a queen. There was no way she wasn't.
He hated queens.
With another dash, Jack aimed to pierce the demon sword through the Condesce's mid-section, but only would up clashing against her trident again, which she twirled in a fluid moment, and slashed it across his face. A boom sounded as the strike launched Noir off of the butte at supersonic speeds, a set of three nasty, deep gashes now quite noticeable over his face. "No," Scratch grunted at the Condesce. "Can't... kill... yet..." He gasped out. "Take us... home..." He offered an arm toward the Condesce, his hand sparking with thick, green electricity. She was quick to take it, and in a flash of green, the two disappeared just as Jack slammed his blade into the butte, splitting it in half with an ear-shattering boom.
Upon seeing his enemies had vanished, Jack reared his head back, howling loudly as he stretched his black feathered wings as far as he could. They'd gotten away.
That was upsetting.
Gwen, Gordon
Goldenwalk - Streets
"See? We're all cool. Totally cool." Gwen assured, stepping toward the two. "Now can we-"
"Hey, guys. This the person?" X asked as he lowered, Gordon and Nathan letting go of his legs and dropping deftly to the ground. Gwen looked toward the three. "Oh, no. Meeting Bodega was an accident. See, he's sorta my archnemesis, but it's more like a uh... fun relationship. He robs hotdog stands and small stores for basically nothing with his pet, and... I'm getting way off track. The others are still that-a-way." She pointed with her thumb in the direction of the city. "We're close. I... don't think they've actually moved. At all. Maybe they're waiting for us, so... let's hurry?"
Gordon said nothing in reply as he took off his glasses, then pulled out a handkerchief and wiped some dirt from the lenses, before tucking the handkerchief away and placing the glasses back on his face.
Logan
Goldenwalk - Business District
Logan glared past her toward Spider-Man, who was now talking animatedly to Alina as he looked the inactive android over. He stared at the scene for a moment, before letting out an annoyed growl. "Fine. Whatever." He muttered, and plopped down on the curb with a wince, resting his arms on his knees as he sat, staring straight forward, clearly deep in thought, no doubt still concerned with ways to return home, and ways to take care of Charles.
He hated to admit it, but Logan was enjoying this. Despite everything, this new adventure was what he'd been waiting for. An opportunity to just fall on his lap. A call to adventure. He fit in so well despite trying to stand out and be alone. He attracted attention too easily, and he was at the age where he couldn't exactly blame it on good looks anymore.
"Got any snacks?" He asked Toph gruffly.
Chara, Flowey
Goldenwalk - Downtown
Chipping, chipping away. Even the most devoted could be swayed, Cecil was no different. Chara was doing her job well and she knew it. She could see it in his eyes. Her words were eating away at his beliefs. He was questioning himself. Questioning his leader. She was certain she'd gained an aspect of his trust, but she'd need to gain more. Influence was something Chara found useful and easy to obtain, but she'd never dealt with interdimensional empires before. Destroying Zeliyis... that would be interesting. Was she capable of it? Cecil certainly thought of her as far inferior to Zeliyis. How did he know, anyway? He'd made it clear that he barely knew the one he so blindly followed. Never personally witnessed power. He'd only heard tell of it. Similar to his standing with Chara. She'd spoken of her power, most of which was true, but he hadn't seen it first-hand.
Another thing worth noting was Cecil compared to Zeliyis' other commanders. She knew she would have more difficulty making someone like Scorpio question Zeliyis' power and influence. Elidocorc, meanwhile... he was a real brute. A lug. An easy target. She wanted something challenging, not easy like Elidocorc, not impossible like Scorpio. If she could continue to develop this personal relationship with Cecil, he'd be her stepping stone to power in the Zeliyis empire. Of course, she'd have to pretend to want to kiss his entitled boots like the rest of his followers, but she'd have to manage.
So many things to think about... so many things to plan... Her role in the empire was her upmost concern, but the girl she fought earlier... Toph... she would be an interesting pawn. Most certainly creative, resourceful, and powerful. Easily the most powerful of the entire group she was in. Which was ironic in a way, considering she was the youngest (android lifespans ignored). Then there was Flowey here. He knew her the best, and he was the most likely to betray her. He'd done so before. He'd always been too weak to see anything through to the end. He was fun to keep around for now, but she'd have to dispose of... him...
Her stomach twisted into an unpleasant knot again at the very prospect of losing Asriel. He was a burden on her, even now, but...
Deep down, she knew she couldn't rid herself of him. Beneath all of her exterior. All of her rage and hatred. All of her dark energy... she still loved her brother.
She quickly turned to something else to occupy her mind, her memories flitting over to the boy she'd nearly killed early. He'd been orphaned thanks to her, and she knew if he survived, it would somehow come back to bite her in the ass. She'd deal with it then, but leaving him to live had been a terrible decision. She wondered... where could he have gone to after?
Kyle Marbury
Goldenwalk - Battlefield
Six years old.
He was still just a little kid, confused, frightened and alone, scurrying down deserted streets and the ruins of alleys, searching for nothing, headed nowhere. He just had to keep moving. Why was all of this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this? His home, his family... gone. His face was stained with dry tears, and wet streaks were a constant since the terrifying girl had disappeared with the talking flower.
He nimbly climbed over a pile of rubble, avoiding a pit of fire raging to the side, and scrambled down it to the other side. His bottom lip trembled as he looked up, unsure of what he was doing.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you!"
Kyle smiled broadly, showing off his wide gap in his mouth. His two front teeth were still coming in, leaving the kid with a lisp. His mother and his father stood in front of him. Tall, wonderful, caring... his family. Kyle grinned at his father as the song continued.
"You smell like a monkey,"
Kyle was overcome with a fit of giggles as his dad quickly began to tickle his son, making Kyle shriek with laughter. "And you look like one too!"
"Honey, let him blow out the candles!"
"Oh, alright."
Kyle let out a happy sigh as his father ceased tickling him, and he leaned over the table toward the cake. Six candles sat atop the chocolate cake, lit with small flames. "Make a wish!" His mom urged, and with that, Kyle blew out the candles.
"What did you wish for, buddy?" His father asked, and Kyle grinned cheekily. "Can't say." He laughed.
He lost his footing, and stumbled forward, pushing his hands out in front of him to catch his fall. It worked, but with an oof, he slowly got back to his feet, hands now scraped up. Today was his birthday...
He'd wished for a new puppy.
What a waste.
He should have wished for his family to stay together.
A sudden boom echoed down the hall, making the boy jump in fear, eyes wide, small heart thumping as he looked to his left to see a trio of people taking cover, one nodding toward the alley he was in. They seemed almost... familiar...
With a sudden jolt of joy and hope, Kyle let out a sigh of relief. HeroSquad! They would save the day for sure! Somehow... they'd make mom and dad better, and beat up the evil girl and her flower.
Everything would be okay now.
Right?
W.D. Gaster
The VOID
"And this..."
Gaster followed his best friend through the doorway, and into a large metal room, completely empty. "Is your new laboratory."
Asgore smiled warmly at Gaster, who looked about with a gleam in his eye, a smile on his face. "Asgore, I... thank you." He looked toward his friend. "This means... so much to me."
"Better than that dusty old room in the Ruins, right?" Asgore's grin widened. His laugh lines were becoming more noticeable. Unable to speak another word, Gaster wrapped his arms around Asgore in a hug, reveling in shock as his best friend hugged him back.
The Doctor walked over to one corner of the room, analyzing it. "This. This here can be the neurotic phase analyzer. I have enough room for it to work... presumably enough power..."
"Thanks to your work on the CORE, we have limitless energy." Asgore stated with a nod. Gaster turned his gaze to another end of the room. "And here. Enough space for a functional work desk. A terminal of my own. Storage space for logs..."
"This isn't all of it." Asgore chuckled, and the Doctor froze. "This... isn't?" He asked, eyes widening slightly. Asgore hurriedly walked toward one of the walls, eager to show Gaster. "A secret door," Asgore smirked, and tapped a panel on the wall. A door that had been blending into the wall split open.
"The TRUE lab is this way."
Calmly, the Doctor stared through the screen, eyes narrowing, focused on a single individual. One who knew where a SOUL fragment of his had been hidden. "Maple..." Gaster muttered, coursing his words through the VOID itself. He knew she could hear him. Whether or not she chose to answer was up to her.
Doc Scratch, The Condesce, G-Man
English Manor
The Scratch Doctor winced as he sat in a comfy chair, leaned forward while the Condesce stood behind him, winding a needle about his midsection, weaving a stitch all the way through him. Another figure stood in the room, watching unblinkingly. Unmoving. Soundless.
"I thought you were smarter than this." The Condesce muttered to Scratch, who heaved out a heavy sigh. "He was emotionally and mentally vulnerable, and I posed no threat," he stated. "I... guess my judgment was off."
"You think?" The Condesce raised a brow, winding another stitch through him.
The man on the other side of the room carried a briefcase at his side, dressed in a well-tailored suit, and drew in a shuddering breath that would make the hairs on the back of most people's necks stand up. "If I may. Be so bold as to. Intrude." The G-Man spoke, taking two steps toward the pair. "I have. Returned with the. Subject." He drew in another shuddering breath, his gaze piercing into Scratch, who remained silent for a few moments.
"There." Condesce muttered, and Scratch immediately got to his feet, cringing as he did so, before grabbing a fresh new white suit jacket and pulling it on. "Let him in." He told the G-Man, who grinned awkwardly, and his gaze flitted toward the front doors of the mansion, which were flung open.
On the other side there stood Peter Quill, a tall and muscular man standing beside him. Quill had a large, bulky bag slung over his shoulder, and he appeared to be panting. "Back from your errands." Scratch welcomed Star-Lord back into the home. "So good to see you. And who is your companion?"
The large, burly man spoke before Star-Lord was even given the chance. "I am a T-850 Cyberdyne Systems Model 101." The man introduced. "I have been reprogrammed to perform any basic functions requested of me. Can I take your coats for you?" The Terminator smiled at Scratch. Well, 'smiled' was being generous, as he simply seemed to just bare his teeth emotionlessly at the Scratch Doctor. "No, that's what you say when a guest arrives." Peter muttered to the Terminator, who closed his mouth, staring at Quill without a single emotion expressed.
"A Terminator." Scratch stated. "You reprogrammed it?"
"Negative." The T-850 answered before Peter had even opened his mouth. "I was requisitioned by a criminal knows as Neil Oberski. Peter Quill requested I come with him."
"Go do the dishes or something." Condesce intruded on the conversation, her voice a bored drawl. "Affirmative." The Terminator gave her a nod, before walking by her and Scratch toward the other end of the room. "Wrong way." Condesce rolled her eyes as the T-850 pivoted on his heel, twirling about a full 180 degrees, and making his way out of the room.
The G-Man began to slowly exit, briefcase still clasped in his right hand as his left grasped his tie, straightening it. "I will be on. My way now. The other test subjects. Their time has. Arrived." G-Man grinned widely, and with that, stepped out of the mansion.
"So." Scratch clasped his hands together. "What artifacts have you dug up for me?" He asked Star-Lord.
Nick Fury, Batman
O.S.I.R.U.S. Tricarrier
So much had happened since the Combine invasion of Gotham City.
All was nearly lost. Not even the Batman could have stopped them all. If not for OSIRUS..
"I thought I'd seen everything." Bruce Wayne stated, standing at the window of his office, which took up the entire far wall, hands folded together behind his back as he looked out over his city. "Chemically altered supervillains... women who can control organic plantlife... even living wet clay." He sighed, rubbing his chin. "But... after the Combine... and you..."
He turned around to look at the black man standing in front of his desk, staring emotionlessly at him, one eye covered by a patch.
"It's a whole new world." Nick Fury stated. Bruce chuckled. "That's an understatement."
"We could use you." Fury placed his hands on Bruce's desk. "Not only a helping hand from Wayne Enterprises, but also the Batman." Bruce froze, narrowing his eyes. "How did you-"
"Bitch, please. I could see it immediately and I'm half-blind." Fury sighed, before shrugging. "I'm headed back to the Tricarrier. Got word of a crisis in a universe designated as 'HeroSquad'. Here's hoping it's not a kid's show." The Director of SHIELD spun on his heel and began to walk out.
"You'll have my financial support." Bruce called to him, and Fury stopped walking, back still to the caped crusader. "And of the Bat?" He asked. Bruce hesitated. "I... Gotham still needs its protector."
"I can station a battalion of my men here. They'll act on both my orders and yours. They're highly skilled. I'll even task a few of my up-and-coming superhumans here if it'll make you feel any better."
Bruce stared at Fury, frowning. "Fury, I... but the Batman is nothing like your superhumans." Nick smirked, looking over his shoulder at Bruce. "That is exactly why I need him."
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The OSIRUS Tricarrier was a massive shuttle, towering over Gotham, shrouding nearly a fourth of the city in darkness. Inside, Bruce Wayne was unloading his baggage, assisted by an OSIRUS Agent. "Oh my God, this place is AMAZING!"
Bruce looked up from a suitcase toward his prodigy, Tiffany Fox. A young teen with caramel skin and frizzy black hair pulled up into a top ponytail, grinning around and staring in amazement at the advanced tech around her.
Tiffany was Bruce's new tech expert after the passing of her father, Lucius Fox, and the retirement of Bruce's long-time friend and family member, Alfred Pennyworth. Tiffany was exceptionally gifted, far more intelligent than Bruce could ever hope to be. Probably even beyond her late father.
Bruce had been given the option to bring her along with him, and upon his request she go with him, she was quick to jump at the opportunity.
"Sir, I'll take these to your quarters." The OSIRUS Agent informed Bruce as a man began to approach them. This man was wearing cloth and leather, a faded blue and white in color with lines of red detailing the star-spangled costume. A cowl covered his head, piercing blue eyes staring at Bruce from underneath. "Mr. Wayne." The man nodded to Bruce and stuck out his hand. The Batman took it and they shook, both grips firm. "Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" Bruce asked. The man smiled, his teeth almost shockingly white and straight, they almost looked fake. "Steve Rogers." He informed. "People like to call me Captain America. Follow me, Fury's waiting."
With that, Captain America turned around, leading Bruce and Tiffany, who eyes the man suspiciously, but her boss was certain he caught her eyes travel to the man's posterior a few times. "This guy for real?" She asked Bruce in an undertone. He almost laughed. "Tiffany. I dress like a Bat every night." He reminded her. "Fair." She shrugged, her gaze traveling to his rear once again.
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"Welcome to OSIRUS." Cap said as the three walked through an automatic door big enough to drive a tank through. They entered the expansive bridge, at least a hundred OSIRUS crew members wandering about, performing various duties and tasks. "What does OSIRUS stand for?" Tiffany asked.
"Omniversal. Security. Intervention, and Ramification. Under. SHIELD." A man ahead of them stated as he turned around, staring at Tiffany, showing little to no emotion.
"What does SHIELD stand for?" Tiffany inquired.
"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." Bruce replied immediately as Fury closed his eyes in annoyance at Tiffany's simple question. "Good to be here, Director." Bruce nodded to Nick. "This is my assistant, Tiffany Fox."
"Pleasure's all mine." Tiffany flashed a smile at the man, sticking out her hand. Nick simply stared at her, unamused until she put her hand down awkwardly. He then turned his gaze to Bruce.
"You got here just in time, Mr. Wayne. Reports coming off our agents in "HeroSquad". Something about a Zeliyis."
Bruce frowned, narrowing his eyes. "Zeliyis? Who's that?"
"We don't know." Director Fury stated, turning around to face the mass of windows that covered the front of the bridge. "We've been hearing rumors and echoes of that name for a long time. If he's in this world... maybe we'll finally stop him."
"Stop him?" Tiffany blinked. "What's he doing?"
"Conquering." Nick answered simply. "You either join or die, and the worlds we've tried to find... we've arrived too late. Seems the ones we've found always chose that latter, because there's never a survivor to tell us what went down."
"That's horrible," Bruce stated. "When are we leaving?"
"Now." Nick folded his hands behind his back. "Buckle your seatbelts. It's gonna be a bumpy ride."
"Where do we sit?" Tiffany whispered to Bruce. "He was joking." He replied, making the girl's jaw drop. "He jokes!?"
"Opening O.M.P." A crewman yelled.
In front of the massive Tricarrier, a vortex appeared, spinning slowly, indigo in color, enormous in size. The Tricarrier slowly slipped into it, the portal swallowing the vessel whole as it went.
In mere moments... they were gone.
Trevor Phillips
Los Santos
Los Santos was shrouded in a heavy blanket of darkness, the clouds obscured from view by a thick layer of storm clouds. Rain poured down on the city, occasional flashes of light touching down in the distance, followed by booming claps of thunder.
Cars drove carefully through the streets, lit up by billboards, advertisements, stores, homes, apartments, other vehicles and streetlights, of course.
One car in particular was acting far more erratic and spontaneous than the others, dangerously swerving around other vehicles in it's way, swerving onto the sidewalk ever now and so often, narrowly avoiding several rain-sodden pedestrians wandering about in their rain coats.
The car was sleek black, older model, with heavily tinted windows. The driver was practically invisible.
It took a heavy right turn, hydroplaning on the slick road, but maintaining its course and moving on, taking an exit to the interstate, making its way out of Los Santos, beginning to pick up speed.
Within minutes, the city was already far behind, and the car suddenly veered off the highway, going off-road, bouncing and shaking and rattling along as it climbed a muddy hill. It finally reached the top, and picked up even more speed as it started heading for the coast line.
Once the car reached it, it swerved to a stop, sliding across the wet sand of the beach as it went, spraying the around around it with the sodden sand.
It fell silent, the engine having been turned off, but the occupant didn't exit, yet. His silhouette could barely be seen rummaging about in the car for something, before the door was finally pushed open, and a man stumbled out, wearing a red rain coat, hood up, shielding his face from view. An empty beer bottle wa sheld in his right hand as he slammed the door shit with his left, then tossed the bottle into the ocean and made his way toward the trunk of the car.
The man inserted a key to the trunk, and popped it open, lifting it up to reveal a man in a well-tailored suit, complete with a rose on the front. His face was clean-shaven, his hair usually slicked back, but it was quite a mess at the moment. A gag covered his mouth.
His eyes were wide and fearful as the kidnapper grabbed the man roughly, and hefted him out of the trunk.
"I told you." The kidnapper growled. "I told you. Again and a-fucking-gain. Didn't I?" He tore the gag away from the man's mouth, who immediately began screaming and yelling and crying for help.
The kidnapper laughed. "Oh, nobody's gonna hear you out here, Mr. Downes. Not. A. Soul." He continued to drag the struggling man down the beach, pulling him into the water. "After I kill you, I am going to piss in your mouth." The kidnapper started laughing in a maniacal manner, the wind pushing off his hood, revealing his face. Sunken, weathered, and scarred. He had a handlebar mustache, though a full beard was slowly setting in. His hair had begun growing into a mullet similar to that in his younger years. The too of his head was balding, and his eyes were wild as drool ran down his chin, mingling with the rain slapping down on his face.
"Trevor, please!" Mr. Downes whimpered, giving up his pursuit of help and aiming to plead with his kidnapper. "I-I'm sorry, okay?"
"No, see, you don't *get* to be sorry, you fucking prick." Trevor growled, reaching knee-height in the water and stopping, turning to face Mr. Downes. "I just don't think you get it. Nobody, and I mean fucking *nobody* pulls that double-crossing bullshit on me and gets away with it."
"Come on, Trevor..." Downes pleaded. "We all know Mikey did it and you guys are cool."
"See, that's different. That's something you'll never understand." Trevor snapped, glaring down at the man. "He atoned for his sins, Carl. He made it up to me. Yeah, he's a real fucking prick, but I love him. He gets a free pass, but you? Oh no. I never held any sort of love for you. Not even when I threatened to bend you over and fuck you like a bitch in heat, which I still may very well do, mind you."
"Please, Trevor, come on!" Carl's face screwed up as he began to cry, and Trevor rolled his eyes. "Grow a fucking pair, Carl! I'm not gonna kill you."
Immediately, Cark stopped, looking hopefully up at Trevor. "...r-really?"
He was immediately dunked under the water, Trevor's hands gripping around his throat as he went, squeezing harder and harder with each passing second.
Carl Downes struggled less and less, and even after he'd stopped moving, Trevor still held him under, grip only tightening more and more, his teeth bared as he stared in the murky water with satisfaction and bloodlust.
After several more minutes, he let go with a sigh. "Ha." He spit at Carl, then proceeded to drag him back up to shore, the rain continuing to pour down hard and heavy.
He threw the body down behind the car, and began unbuckling his pants, intent on following through with his pissing promise.
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Trevor climbed the mountain, smoke billowing up from behind him, the old car up in flames, Carl's body going up in flames within.
The murderer stopped at the top of the hill and turned around, raising both middle fingers. "FUCK. YOU." He spat, staring at the burning wreck for a few moments longer. With that, he turned back around with the plan to rob some random car on the highway, but was stopped as his cellphone started going off, buzzing within his pocket.
Mildly annoyed, he pulled the phone from his pocket, flipped it open, and brought it to his ear. "Trevor Phillip's Industries." He barked.
"Hello, Mr. Phillips." A dry, raspy voice replied. "I have been. Waiting for. You." The caller drew in a shuddering breath. "I have a. Job. One that only. You can do with. Your partners."
"Yeah? What partners are you referring to?" Trevor asked, shifting on his feet, growing a strong distaste of this man's voice.
"Franklin Clinton. Michael Townley-DeSanta. The three of. You."
Trevor's interest piqued. The three of them had kept their distance from.each other for the past year, with minor and brief interactions, usually awkward. If he'd get a chance to work with them again... they made a great team.
This was probably the big break he'd been looking for.
"Consider me... interested." Trevor told the man on the line. "Just what is this job all about?"
"Cannot discuss. Here, it is not safe. Come to Fort. Zancudo. 8 pm tomorrow. Sharp. Don't be. Late." He drew in another long, shuddering breath, before the call disconnected.
Trevor cursed as he closed it, tucking the phone back into his pocket. He wasn't sure what this was. It had to he some kind of trap, right? This guy knew both of Mikey's last names... knew they were accomplices, even after all the FIB shit had been destroyed...
It was worth a look, at least. Trevor really didn't have much else to do.
"Fucking Fort Zancudo..." He muttered to himself. How they'd get in there was a complete and total mystery.
With that, he made his way down to the highway to steal a new car for himself.
