The City. This was the place where all the souls rested. The meadow was for recreation, the City stood as a testament to those who had succeeded at overcoming the flaws of being human, or Mythos, the flaws of an imperfect existence, they were allowed to live in perfection, in Paradise. Anthony walked through the streets of Paradise, unable to partake in the wonders, the beauty of this land. He saw a being in front of him, a Mythos from what seemed like long ago. The Yeti, executed at the border; his first casualty with this team. He hoped that it had been the last, though he feared for them now.
"Anthony," the Yeti began, his voice, grander and deeper than it had been on Earth, "Today we test you once more to see if you are worthy to cross over. You were my captain, you were charged with keeping your command safe. You failed in that regard, you have lost men under your command, civilians have died as you fought, and you can't seem to even win the loyalty of those who are still under your command. What gives you the right to continue to rule? What gives you the right to command people? What gives you the right to send these people, myself included, to their deaths?"
Anthony thought deep on the Yeti's words, the things that had happened under his command, and the circumstances that had thrust him into leadership; he decided on a response, one that he hoped would sate the curiosity of the Yeti. He slowly began to talk hoping the words would flow better if he started quickly, "Its quite simple. I took leadership because no one else could; I took leadership because I refused to let more die while we looked for a new leader of the Jackles. If I had to go back I would do things different, but I am faluable, I made choices, some right and some wrong. I did what I thought was best and there is nothing that you or any others can say that would convince me otherwise..."
The soldiers began to do a secondary sweep. Non-combatants were to be herded onto the trucks and sent to camps for conditioning; any humans, sent to camps for debriefing; but they found someone they didn't expect to see there. As the group moved through the structure they came upon Hoover, still alive, not harmed and startled to see them. She exclaimed happily that she had waited forever to be rescued by these savages and monsters. The commander saw it though, the doubt in her eyes that perhaps they hadn't chosen the right side; her treasonous thoughts that perhaps, the Mythos were right in this respect. They would hear about this; they needed to hear about this.
The soldier who had coursed the electricity laughed as Wes finally revived Justin and spat on them, "Don't bite the hand that feeds; you ignorant animals."
The convoy continued until they arrived in a large garage. It was hard to tell their location and their questions only grew in number as the soldiers closed the view they had into the cab of the van. A beeping could be heard, like heavy machinery. The crate lurched and moved the grinding of metal on metal evidence of that. Soon the grinding stopped again and a jet engine powered to life; they were on a plane. The next hours passed slowly, some of the members' unconscious, most just too tired to move or talk. This was one of the slowest moments they had had in the longest time; it was a shame that they were headed somewhere that could possibly result in their death.
Soon, once again the engine powered down and heavy machinery could be heard and the familiar lurch of the crate as it moved welcomed them again. The door slid open into another cell, "Walk forward," a Voice sounded over the intercom system, "Move forward or we will electrocute the cell once again."
The group was forced to move forward, the awake and stronger Mythos carrying the weaker. They entered the cell and a second door shut allowing the crate to be moved away. They were trapped, for some once again in a UN prison. This time though, not in isolation. There were two more in the cell with them, a satyr, looked older but still full of energy, he bounced up immediately to greet them, shaking their hands and asking them where they had come from; he seemed like the friendly sort at the least. The other didn't move as much; another Vampire, she slumped against the wall, seemingly barely unconscious; they hadn't done much to accommodate her particular diet. So here they were again, "So what brings you here?" the Satyr asked, "I mean when you came, Anthony was supposed to be with you. Where is he?"
