'The Pit: Hell Frozen Over' - Arc 3, Chapter 3: 'The One Truth' (Closed, Started)

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"Once this task is done, I will let you go," The Talon said sincerely "along with all other members of your party who wish to leave. Of course..." she added "each individual will be given the chance to choose for themselves."

With that, The Talon took her leave. "Brother," she turned to Riley "I believe you wanted a word."

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Ice clung to Warden Nyte's tone, and her eyes gave away revulsion. Colonel Lee was unfazed. He did not come here to have his achievements lauded, or his crimes absolved. At the same time, no amount of disgust she felt at what he had told her could match what he felt for himself.

"To think, the man who did all that is now in charge of a prison complex, where people have done things less severe. In another life, or rather another world, chances are we might not be having this conversation."

"Almost certainly." Lee replied "We are all what we have been shaped to be, are we not? I was raised, since the day of my birth, to believe that I was destined to fly the flag of a great new empire, one that would bring peace and prosperity to all. I was to be a commander as shrewd as I was fierce and unyielding. A new Alexander the Great, for a new time if you will. Before I had so much as set foot outside my homeland, I had had the belief cemented in me that my enemies were barbarians. Unwashed savages, standing in the way of justice and honour for their own selfish appetites. I ate it up, hook, line and sinker. What ambitious young boy, who all his life had known nothing else wouldn't? Eventually my eyes were opened, but it took too much time, and far too many lives. I have no justifications, only regrets. One day, I will face just retribution for the crimes I have committed, Warden Nyte. However, that day will have to wait until I have left at least one lasting, positive impression on the world on which I've walked."

Lee stood up, finishing his drink, and setting the empty glass back down on the bar.

"Come with me Warden. I wish to show you something."
 

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"Almost certainly." Lee replied, unfazed by the bitter tone that Abigail's words invoked. "We are all what we have been shaped to be, are we not?... However, that day will have to wait until I have left at least one lasting, positive impression on the world on which I've walked." Lee then stood up, finishing his drink in a single take, and set the glass back down onto the bar.

"Come with me Warden. I wish to show you something." As soon as Lee had said that, Abigail felt a pang of fear build up in her. Whilst her mind was telling her that she was over thinking on the potential ramifications of accepting, saying that it can't be that bad, her heart was telling her to remain cautious.

"Okay.... sir. Mind if I ask where exactly are we going?" Abigail asked, her nerves getting slightly the better of her.
 

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Stuffing his mouth with bacon, Riley got up and followed Talon from the hangar, chewing as he went. When he'd pulled the huge door to, he swallowed the food and spoke.

"I walked in on Nikolai and Acolyte having some sort of gladiator showdown while the others watched. I let it run its course, obviously. I'm sure you picked up that Nikolai has been warmer to Acolyte since it happened. In any case, those two certainly are brutal."

As they crossed the courtyard, he got to the nub of the matter. "When they'd exhausted themselves, I took them to see Milgram to have them patched up. When he was examining them, he noticed something... disturbing. The Monk appears to have a form of brain tumor. You're ten times the surgeon old Millie is, and I know you have access to some higher grade medical equipment than you generally disclose -hence the cybernetic limbs you and the big man have- so I thought you should know in case you could do anything. Or if you even wanted to. Though by Milgram's prognosis, I can definitely tell you that Acolyte's condition won't impede his effectiveness during the course of our plans."
 

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The Reaper considered his offer carefully as he lit Travis' cigarette. Making a deal with a devil was never the wisest choice, but he was pressed for time. With no word from the old man in the last few days this was likely the only help he was going to get. Plus, he could cover more ground this way.

He took another drag and nodded, "Give me one reason I should trust you. Who says you won't just talk up a few of your friends and lead me into a trap?"

Travis took back the cigarette with a long pleasurable inhale. Despite his most vile of vices Travis actually wasn't much of a smoker, but he appreciated it. It does make you feel good. Confident. Something he needed. He laughed and blew smoke out at The Reaper and said, "What friends? If you haven't noticed, the only 'friends' I had died a while ago, and now there's just people who want me dead. Even then you'd probably fight your way out and kill us all anyway"

The Reaper shrugged and let out a surprising laugh, "Yeah, probably. But, you know, this puts me in an awkward situation." He flicked the butt of his cigarette to the ground and squashed it under his boot. He pulled down his mask to cover the entirety of his face once more. "If I have you do this I will be... empowering you, for lack of a better word."

He pulled out a warden issued combat knife from a sheath on his belt and showed it to Travis, "I can't have you questioning dangerous folks without the means to defend yourself, so let's make an exception to our little agreement. For the time being you can defend yourself if the need arises, but only if there is no other way. Trust me, if I find out you abused this opportunity I will find you and your punishment may or may not be swift."

He placed the knife back in its sheath, "You'll find this blade in your cell when you get back there later."

Travis damn near bit his cigarette in half as he saw the blade.

Oh fuck is he gonna... no... not now...

He damn near blew his load when he was told he could defend himself. But with The Reaper watching him he would have to be careful. Perhaps he could get himself cornered and use it as an excuse to kill someone? He didn't know, but knowing he would get such a lovely knife gave him the shivers-in the most pleasant way. "Thank you sir, I will treat that... beautiful tool you have there... with the utmost respect..."

The Reaper would have face-palmed had he not been wearing his mask. This guy had some serious damage, "Look, this is only temporary. I know it' likely impossible, but don't get any funny ideas."

He pulled a picture of the warden from his pocket along with some important snip-its from her records that he'd managed to steal, "This is the victim, and for the love of God don't say anything about her you'll come to regret. Also, make sure you're not caught with that knife by a warden or they'll take you in and you'll be useless to me. We have three days to identify the perp."

Travis nodded as he took in all the information. Do this do that, jump through hoops don't get caught blah blah blah. "I won't get caught but I may need some help getting back my old cell on the lower levels if I'm gonna spending more time down there. My new cell I'll probably get found with the knife. And can I keep the picture?" He had to damn near stop himself from licking his lips.

The Reaper shook his head, "No, and if I find out you've pleasured yourself to the picture of a dead girl I'll feed you your own balls, you understand?" He had a humorous tone in his voice, but Travis could tell he was serious. "Head down to your old cell. It will be cleared out by the time you get there."

Travis sighed and chuckled. "You're the boss. This is gonna be a fun bonding experience for us both. Will you get my back against anyone who still wants to kill me?"

Laughing, The Reaper crossed his arms, "I suppose, unless they give me a good reason you should be dead. Now get the fuck out of here. We have a lot of work to do and no time to spare."

"Yes sir" Travis said in mock salute to the Reaper.

This fuck wont be in charge for long. Giving me a knife and my old cell is the dumbest thing he'll ever do in his life.

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Lucia felt as if an enormous weight was taken off her shoulders upon Talon's departure. After a some meditative breathing to calm her nerves she looked to Acolyte, "Thanks for doing what you did, but I am serious, Acolyte. I can't let you make those kinds of sacrifices for me. Someday... someday, I may not have anyone around to take a bullet for me... you know?"

She glanced over at Nikolai for a brief moment to catch him glancing at her. He was likely expecting a lecture from her, though he recognized she hadn't the energy for that right now.
 

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'Perhaps I could try...' The Talon wondered in response to the news 'but to gift him his salvation now would only serve to leech at his willingness to die. After though, if he survives, the promise of deliverance could be powerful.'

"I will see what I can do, later." She told Riley, kindly. "For now though, best put matters of secondary import out of your mind. I need you focused for what is to come."

The Talon raised her arms and touched Riley lightly on the shoulders. To his left, the warm caress of flesh; and to the right, the cold bite of steel. Both seemed to hold a power of their own.

"The Great Revolution is coming, Brother, and the cycle nears it's peak once more. Below the horizon, a new dawn waits, and we will soon lift it onto our shoulders. When we do, the One Truth will be carried across the world in its light, and our song."

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"We are not going far, Warden." Lee replied pointedly "We are simply going downstairs."

Once again the soldier, Lee marched over to the door behind the bar, the one he knew lead where the liquor was kept stored. He strode through quickly, not stopping to further appreciate the merchandise. The room was only very dimly lit, by rows of flickering fluorescent tubes suspended from the ceiling. Not being an area frequently seen from the outside, or of any particular strategic importance, the stores had not been cleaned up as fastidiously as the rest of RACDI-Alpha. and plaster peeled away from the bare concrete walls. All the better not to rouse suspicion.

"I am about to involve you in matters that are of the utmost importance To the security and well-being of every denizen of RACDI-Alpha," he announced, as they walked through the stacked columns of wooden crates, containing the nectar which drew so many to The Gates Of Pandemonium. "from the highest ranking officers in the Warden's, to the lowliest worker, toiling down in the Lower Levels. It may well come to pass that your part in this may be invaluable to millions upon millions of people across the world. I am not certain. What I am certain of, is that if any of what I am about to tell you, or show you, is relayed to another living soul, especially our most recent civilian guests, there may well be no hope for anyone. I am placing an incredible amount of trust in your discretion."

A small safe was embedded into the wall at the back corner of the room, used for storing valuables that were not safe at the bar. Lee did not wait for Abigail to give him the code. The one she knew was not the one he required. The code he punched into the keypad was five digits, as opposed to the usual four, making it impossible for any uninvolved and unsuspecting party to enter the secret pass code by accident. No sooner had his index finger left the fifth key, than the low rumbling scrape of stone against stone was heard to their right. A square block of concrete floor, barely wide enough to permit a grown man's shoulder span, had disappeared just a few feet away from them.

"Follow my lead." He told her "There are iron rungs we can use to climb down the shaft, but light is poor. Tread carefully."

Minutes later, they both touched down at the bottom of the shaft. Stretching out ahead of them was a roughly cut tunnel, still sloping downward and going on far further than Lee's vision would permit him to see. The tunnel was supported by metal beams at hundred yard intervals, and lit by the same electrical lamps that Inmates used to navigate the tunnels of the Lower levels, suspended from the ceiling.

"It is widely believed that The Atrium is the one entrance and exit to The Pit," Lee began, without waiting for an inquiry from his companion. "When RACDI-Alpha began, this was the truth. However, once the operations of the gang syndicates, aided by corrupt Wardens on the surface, became fully-fledged, they were no longer content with relying on supply drops to smuggle in their weapons and bootlegged narcotics. Over the span of decades of slow, careful planning, tunnels were made, hidden in often ignored areas of the surface and stretching all the way down the the Lower-Levels, that were beyond our reach until recently. Unlike this one, I have destroyed all others that I have discovered.

Auxiliary Warden Nyte, I am entrusting my rear guard to you. Should RACDI-Alpha come under attack, an eventuality I am now convinced will come to fruition at some point in the near future, I mean to defend it fiercely. However, I would be remiss not to make certain preparations in the event that I should fail. No matter what, I will not allow all the hard work that I have poured into this place be undone the moment it is wrested from my hands. Should it come to that, you will not be a hostile combatant to enemy forces, unlike the other Wardens, and their is every chance that you may be passed over whatever will be in store for the rest of us. They'll want someone to serve their drinks too, I suppose. You will continue in your duties, doing whatever is asked of you by your new masters, and giving them no reason to suspect you. However, this secret you will guard, with your life if needs be. When necessary, you will use this tunnel to smuggle in, and out, any personnel or equipment that can be used to hamper the efforts of those who hold The Pit. Doubtless if they can take it, they will mean to hold it for as long as they can. However, should they look to be overwhelmed by an open assault, I doubt they would flinch at raising this entire facility to the ground.

It is imperative that this back door is kept open the lives of every living soul down there, at the very least, depends on it. You said it yourself, Warden. Many of The Pit's population are innocent of any crime, and even of the monsters, many of their atrocities are not so monstrous as the things that I have done. You will not do this because I have told you to, you will do it because they need you to."

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The program inside the flash drive that Selina had inserted into Lee's computer had frozen his firewalls, and made a local copy of all his files in a matter of seconds. It was some of the most advanced software used in the digital espionage branch of Venture Horizon's military forces, and highly classified. Even with the Director in such a lather to find any pretext to see Lee gone, it had taken Selina all her diplomatic talents to wrangle a requisition out of him. By rights, even she shouldn't even know that this technology existed, and her clearance was Category 4, for crying out loud!

Still, that was only the easy part. filtering though files that were of no importance, and getting through the layers of encryption that surrounded anything Lee was bothered with protecting, was taking a lot longer, as Selina paced up and down her room, passing her laptop again and again as it worked. It would be incredibly frustrating if she found nothing suspect after all this effort. She didn't harbor any grudge against the Colonel, but finding nothing here wouldn't exactly be proof of his innocence. Photographic memory meant that Lee need not keep a written copy, physical or digital, of any information he had accessed that was beyond his clearance, or any suspect communications he had made.

'Unless he plans on selling Venture Horizon's secrets, or simply releasing them worldwide. For that he would need evidence...'

As if to answer her query, the program signaled its digital chirping sound, to tell her that the decryption was finished. Selina practically raced over to the screen, and what she saw there made her gasp audibly.

'It's a map! A bloody road map; of all of Venture Horizon's classified operations! Military, economic, scientific... what research was conducted, where, when, and by whom... force deployment, intelligence. He's ordered and compiled every single secret this company has!'

There was no manifesto, no mission statement or admission of guilt. Still no concrete answer as to what exactly the Colonel planned to do with this information. However, that question seemed to matter less now. Lee would have had to flout his clearance, breaking trust with the company as well as the law, a thousand times over just for a fraction of this information. Whatever he meant to do with it, Selina was convinced it meant nothing good for Venture Horizon.

Most of the names of the operations listed she recognised. 'Project Condor' was one, 'Project Amber' another. However, there were also many that even she did not. Her cursor passes over one listed as 'Project Phantom', and rested on the single entry, that was buried beneath the deepest level of encryption. It was uncategorised for clearance, and yet she had never even heard of it, suggesting that it was a dead op, and that whoever had been running it had done their utmost to remove all traces of its existence from Venture's archives. Lee appeared to have visited this entry frequently, every day over the last month, to be exact.

It read: 'Project Talon'.
 

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[HEADING=1]Chapter 3[/HEADING]

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The fire blazed. As far as his eyes could see through the smoke-charred air, the fields were blankets of roiling flame. Long, twisted, evil fingers of red and orange groped for him, twisting and writhing as they slashed through the darkness like some vicious, many-tailed whip, herding him this way and that. Beneath the sound of the flames, the creak of wood and the crash of slate tiles, as building that might have been stables, kennels and granaries were pulled down by the fiery hands that gripped them. As well as this, the frantic barking of dogs, the terrified screams and brays of livestock, and the shouts of what might have been men. The air inside his lungs felt oven-hot, and he coughed a harsh, racking cough as his body tried to clear the black, soot-stained bile from his throat. All around him, the heat was so intense it seemed at any moment that his own skin, and the clothes that clung to them, should just burst into flame. He must get out. He must run, get free, find someone, anyone who could help! Where? Which way should he go? Deep red and pitch black surrounded him, and he had half-forgotten where he was.

"Nikolai!" The voice screamed, high, shrill, and full of anguish. "Nikolai! NIKOLAI! NIKOLAAAIIIII!"

"I'm here!" he wanted to shout in answer. "I'm here! Come and find me, I'm here!"

But he did not. Something inside him, something deep and long forgotten, told him that was wrong. He had not answered that call, but why?

"Not you." The voice almost seemed to whisper. "Not yours. Remember. Remember your name."

The dream changed...

He was younger now, so very young. A large boy for his age even then, but still his head barely crested the canopy of long grass. It must have been grass, or wheat or some such other crop, that he ran through, giggling with dizzy delight. He could not make out more detail than that. The stalks were grey and indistinct, made of smoke and shadow. When they swayed in the breeze, the smoke-shapes scattered only to form up again once the wind had died down. The Sun was shining, he could tell, and yet even the sky was monotone. All in grey, there was scarcely any telling where earth ended and sky began.

A laughing woman scooped him up in her arms and whiled him round, laughing. He could tell it was a woman, but little more than that. She was grey as well, although she seemed more solid, and her facial features, while present, seemed to blur and fade whenever he tried to focus on them. He squealed and cheered, the way only a child can. Was this the same woman who he had heard screaming for so many years? It was hard to tell.

"Tell me." he wanted to ask, though the squealing child said no words aloud. "Who am I? Tell me."

"Nikolai." her voice answered, though her mouth never said the words.

"No. That's not right. I know it isn't. My name! Tell me my real name!"

"Nikolai."

The woman's laugh morphed into a single, ear-splitting scream, and ashes flew from her mouth. Her face and hands cracked, peeling away and crumbling into dust.


"Wake up Nikolai."

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Nikolai grunted and opened his eyes. It was hard to see the sky underneath the thick canopy of forest. However, if Nikolai had to guess, he would say that they had around 3 hours before dawn broke. It was time to move out.

Their party was 12 strong. Himself, Natalia, who had woken him, and four other Free Men made up the Free portion. Along with them were six Songbirds, including the hunter with his wolf, who led the group. They were one of three teams sent to scout the compound where the formula The Talon wanted was being stored. Theirs was the Northern approach. Kusanagi and Acolyte were with Gregor to the East, and The Talon herself was to the South. They had made camp and caught some last minute rest about a kilometer and a half from their objective, and now it was time to move out.

Nikolai rose to his feet, shouldering his heavy M60 LMG. The long belt of rounds was looped round both of his shoulders. His trusty hammer was across his back, two 45.cal handguns, with spare clips, holstered under his arms, and in satchels on his belt he held clusters of grenades and C4. For now they were travelling light. The real attack wouldn't start yet, not until The Talon decreed they were ready, For now they were to watch, detail every movement, ever sign of activity in the compound. Note every door, every watchtower, every searchlight.

They did not look so much like a rag-tag band of rebels and convicts. Every one of them was wearing full, combat gear, heavily camouflaged with moss, mud, and leaves. Every inch of exposed skin was painted in swirls of black and green and brown, and they checked their weapons and other equipment with rehearsed efficiency.

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Chen leaned silently against the wall, in a small alcove along from a corridor in the Mid-Levels. At the end of the corridor was an elevator, which he knew would soon be arriving down here with his package, as soon as he'd made it though processing. Yu had made all the arrangements the night before. Chen, as ever, just wanted to get the job done.

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Selina had considered not taking part in the tours today, perhaps by feigning illness of some other important duties. However, to have done so would only have roused suspicion, the last thing she wanted. Still, it was a thankless task, as their guide droned on about... wait... what was he even talking about?! Something to do with time savings transporting minerals between levels, she thought. She couldn't remember ever having found it so hard to focus on the task at hand before. Each time she tried, he mind kept drifting back to those files. Column after column of them. Some linked together by Lee with the odd, confusing note added. She suspected that those notes may have been written in some sort of code, because they certainly sounded like nonsense to her. Only one thing was certain. In those files Lee had enough secrets to finish Venture Horizon, either by selling them to the highest bidder, or by releasing them to the general public. Letting him ride out his remaining tenure at RACDI-Alpha was no-longer an option. It was too dangerous. He had to go now, quickly and quietly.

'But why?' Again, that question. What was all this in the name of? Why was Lee still sitting on this information if he meant Venture any harm? Was he still looking for something?

Nothing made sense, and she had no-one to turn to. She dare not confront Lee, she did not trust her colleagues, and the Director would not be inclined to wait until her curiosity was satisfied before bringing in the cavalry. A part of her wondered if it was even her place to question. The contents of those files were of no business to either Lee or herself. She was no traitor. By rights, she should have already sounded the alarm; and yet, something had made her pause.

"Are you with us, Ms. Hernandez?"

"Of course." She replied, too quickly. They were all looking at her, and Richard Lu wore a puzzled, inquiring expression that she didn't like one bit.
 

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Korovitch grappled with McMann and Channing. He was stripped of his uniform, his upper body covered by a black tank top that was slick with sweat despite the Siberian chill. Channing lunged at him with an underarm jab. Rather than backpedaling or sidestepping, Korovitch rooted himself to the ground and tensed his abdomen to receive the blow, which came in hard. Lesser men would be on their knees, spluttering. Luka Korovitch, however, took the opening to grab the man's forearm and twist it round and over into a dislocation position. Realizing he was on the knife edge, Channing was forced into full cooperation as Korovitch took position behind him. In one fluid motion, he released the arm, then sunk his foot into the small of his hostage's back, sending him careening towards McMann, who caught him. Korovitch took his opening and sprinted forward. Doubled over with his hands on his knees, Channing didn't see McMann's eyes widen. Korovitch planted a hand on Channing's back and balanced on it as he vaulted the man, bringing his foot around in a brutal kick that caught McMann in the sternum, sending him flying.

As his opponents picked themselves up, Korovitch turned to observe the rest of his men; eight in total. They watched the combat with an impassiveness he took pride in. Behind him, McMann spoke. "We're still good to go, sir."

He nodded, but replied, "it's over. I could have dislocated Channing's arm before I pushed him towards you, and I could have aimed that kick higher and broken your jaw. As things are, Channing may find rifle practice this afternoon difficult, and you'll have to be careful showering not to touch the boot print I left on your chest. It's over. I'm of half a mind not to pull punches, but I need my men in fighting condition."

"So we're to be active soon, sir?" piped up a woman from the line. Stanforth, her name was. He turned to respond, "I suspect so, but that's all it is. Call it a gut feeling."

Retrieving his Warden's jacket from the top of the pile, he shrugged it on, followed by his weapons belt. "You are excused for one hour. Break." Then he turned and left, not looking back to observe the tidiness of their dissolution. It would be perfect, he knew. Besides, he had an appointment with Lee to keep.

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Riley moved quickly, with Odin on his heels like a shadow. He was not dressed quite like the others. Still, he wore his rawhide hunter's clothes, with the addition of Kevlar underneath the jacket with cutoff shoulders. Though he had all the necessary camouflage, too. He wore his usual M1911, with a pair of machetes. Slung on his back was his best bow, a recurve that it'd taken a year to make. Next to it was a quiver with two dividers separating it into thirds, each section housing different arrows. Dangling on his belt was a pouch containing various other small tools.

Quickly, he found Nikolai, who towered over the rest. That man and Odin were of a kind, he thought. He wasn't a small man himself, but he had to peer up at the giant. "Ready to move, big man? Remember the plan? Just scouting."

He glanced around. "I'm trusting that you'll keep your men reigned in. No offense, but they're a rogue element for me. This must go off without a hitch."

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Acolyte shrugged the new gun onto his back. An SA80 L85A2 Designated Marksman's Rifle. Despite his adopted pacifistic nature, he thought it was a beautiful piece. On his hip was the Python revolver confiscated from him on arrival. He'd forgone the option of a knife. Close up, he was happiest relying on his own two hands. He found Lucia, and put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you ready?"
 

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"Come with us, Corporal."

Lewis looked up to see two Wardens ready to escort him into the prison. He got up from his bunk and left. They insisted that he didn't need the belongings he had brought with him into the facility. But he was able to get his picture of Aggie before he was hurried to leave. The rest of Shogun had already been scattered to the wind, leaving him alone in the room. It was a silent departure from the barracks and an even colder one when they arrived at processing.

"From here on out, your rank and position is null and void. Do you understand, Mr. Moore?" Lewis nodded as they recited more bureaucratic jargon for him to "confirm". But the first question hit him the hardest. His Warden equipment was confiscated and returned to the armory. The only clothes he was allowed to bring was the ones on his back but not his uniform because that was one of the first things they confiscated. Now Lewis was given standard prison attire. The same attire he would see either soaked in sweat or blood in the hellhole below and Lewis was already sweating.

On the elevator ride down, the worst feeling Lewis felt was that of nervousness. It wasn't just actually being imprisoned with some of the worst humanity had to offer but also he was nervous that he would fail Lee. He believed in himself but this was on a tier slightly below doing the impossible. What slightly assured him is that if Lee believed that he could do it then it was possible. Lewis felt shaky and even more sweaty now that the heat of the prison began to bake. It felt different without the gear on. His gear and uniform made him feel safe despite sweating bullets but in this prison wear, he felt slightly colder because he didn't have the kevlar protecting him this time. The elevator shook, almost violently. Then he remembered that some of these elevators were old and needed replacement. In a grim way, part of him wished the elevator would give out and kill him already. He had seen the worst the prison had to offer so why go back down there to actually experience the horrible things? He was going to die anyway. It wouldn't make a difference.

But wait, it would. If he could try and at least save Aggie then he would have done something. He would have been at least remembered for trying his best, trying to beat the odds this prison threw at him. Lewis closed his eyes. Perhaps he already died. Perhaps he hallucinated the whole thing and he was slumped against the wall, an aftermath of a firing squad. When he was led out of processing he was actually put to death and now he was going to hell. He was going to hell for not saving his burning friends. Sloth was his sin but now he can redeem himself by saving his fallen sister whose only crime was following orders. Lewis had to save her. At least she would make it back to heaven.

The elevator doors creaked open and guards flanking Lewis pushed him out.

"See you around, Lewis." They joked. They chuckled beneath their riot masks. The same ones he used to wear. The door to the elevator closed, taking the light with it. The corridor was dark and eerie. Faintly he heard the sounds of machinery and he decided to follow it.

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Something was bothering Selina and that has been more and more evident over the course of not only the tour but ever since he had seen her return from the main offices. She became more detached from the tour and from the looks of it she was less focused on the task at hand which more or less surprised Richard. Of all people, Richard would have ruled out Selina to be detached on tours like these.

""Are you with us, Ms. Hernandez?" One of the other executives asked. Selina shot back a quick glance.

"Of course."

"Anything on your mind?" Richard asked, curious of what Selina had in her mind.
 

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"Are you ready?"

Kusanagi clutched the M4 carbine she'd chosen from the armory, holding it close to her chest and nodded, "As ready as I'll ever be."

She'd spent the majority of her time on the way over meditating. Summoning forth her persona from within the depths of her soul... or something like that. In truth, "Kusanagi" was little more than a name. While Lucia did her best to alter her state of mind whilst assuming the identity, she was really only tricking herself.

That's why her nightmare the other day frightened her as much as it did. Kusanagi wasn't imposing her will on Lucia like some kind of demon possession... Lucia was simply changing. Into what exactly, well, that's what Lucia feared most of all. For the time being however, Kusanagi was exactly the kind of person she needed to be.

She checked her weapon for the umpteenth time and scanned the area, "This is the first time I've ever done something like this, you know. I can't imagine how soldiers can do this for weeks on-end." Seemingly bored, Lucia double-checked her gear: her trusty combat knife, her pistol, new tactical gear with pouches and pockets brimming with extra ammunition and other utilities. For the first time Kusanagi felt like she was fighting her enemies on even footing.
 

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Acolyte scratched the back of his neck, below his thickening head of hair, idly. "Well, Holland's had a basic training for adult males policy as far back as anyone remembers, so in practice, I'm at least vaguely familiar with this."

Truth be told, that wasn't his only experience in this sort of thing. In his drug runner days, he had taken part in and even led numerous raids on enemy gangs in various environments. "Look at it this way; if you're bored, at least that means we're safe for the time being."

They sat in silence for several minutes. It was quite a boring time, he was willing to admit. Taking a stab at conversation to break the silence, he smiled and said, "you know, I was once tied to the blade of a large windmill for two days."
 

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Duty. Responsibility. Honor. Courage.

These had been the words which were bouncing about Abigail's mind ever since herself and Lee left the secret area behind the Gates of Pandemonium the previous evening. In fact, all this new information had kept Abigail up for an hour after she got back to her room. To think, she had a much greater sense of responsibility, and to a certain extent, purpose now. Granted, this duty would only come into effect in the event of a takeover. No doubt Lilith would have some fun. Seems that she would continue her role as the barmaid for the time being.

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Abigail was now back in the bar, after managing a reasonable nights sleep. A few of the Wardens who had been tossed out the night before had come back, still sounding a little irked about what had happened, but soon shut up about it after a drink or two. She tried not to think about what Lee had told her, as it was not relevant at this time. Though one thing did pop into her head.

'Hmm, it's funny, over the last few days, I've been receiving a fair bit of attention from some rather high up people. I mean, first came Selina, saying that she'd keep an eye on me; and now the head honcho himself Lee has given me a rather important mission. I don't know whether to feel grateful, or to be nervous.'
 

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The package stepped, or rather was pushed, from the elevator out into the cell block, looking lost and forlorn. That was good. Chen had been afraid that the man would try to hold his head high, being the dutiful Warden and all that. Such behaviour was like to get him shanked even with Chen and Yu shadowing him.

As he passed the alcove in which Chen had lingered, Chen slipped in behind him, matching Lewis' walking pace step for step, keeping his head down. On the move like this, they were just two workers shuffling to their next duty. Even after Borealis, most Inmates would dare not walk around on their own. Lone wolves are easy pickings for the psycho's. So, even though Chen was close enough behind to whisper to Lewis, the sight would not attract attention.

"Keep walking." he instructed sharply. "Do not reply. Do not turn around. Go where I tell you to go."

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It was done then. Morning had come, and for a change there was nothing for Lee to do beside his regular duties. All the plans had been hatched, and all but one of the vital instructions relayed. All he could do now, was wait for the seeds he had planted to bear fruit, and pray that they would be ripe before it was too late. Strange, Lee had never felt the need to pray before. Even during his most dangerous assignments, even as his friends and comrades were dying all around him, and he had been half convinced that the next bullet was for him, he had never beseeched a higher power to grant him good fortune, preferring to place his trust in his mind and body, the only things he was certain that he could rely on.

It is one thing to stand on the edge of an abyss, and to know that one step forward is a step into peril. Lee had peered over that ledge more than once. This though... he was trying to find his way through a chamber so dark he could scarcely tell which way was up. A ledge was hidden in that space, he knew, and beyond it an abyss shrouded in shadow. However, he did not know which direction turned him away, and which carried him forward to his doom. He may well choose wrong, but still walk for days, long enough to allow himself the certainty that he was safe, only to plunge downwards on the next step. He had found out all that he could, and what he knew frightened him. However, what frightened him still was what was missing.

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While her left arm had a plethora of uses, the long, bladed fingers were clumsy when it came to handling firearms, so when in the field The Talon kept things light. In her right hand she cradled a CZ-Skorpion with a suppressed barrel. A 9mm was at her hip, and spare clips for both rested horizontally across her chest and waist. She had no need of explosives at the moment. If things went sour, now was not the time to stand and fight, but to melt away unseen before her enemy could identify their foe, and with her unique limb she required no combat knife. The only other equipment she carried was her radio, and the pair of powerful electronic binoculars clipped to her belt at the small of her back. She need not worry about Kevlar either. The Talon had other armors.

It had been her that insisted that the Free Men be separated, and dispersed across the three parties. In the short term, letting them stay separate when their knowledge of the land was so limited, and their loyalties so fragile, was tactically unsound. However, she also had other reason for wishing them to spend some time apart from one another. She wanted to gauge the abilities and personalities of each of them as individuals, rather than letting the majority hide behind the highest-ranking spokesmen, and their pet. Five were with her now, including Nikita, who seemed to have more brains than most, and the younger Niklaus, who seemed unduly shy for this group, but was also undoubtedly capable and had good instincts. None of them trusted her yet, and they had only consented to this assortment she knew because half of them hungered to spill the blood of those in league with their former tormentors just as much as their leader, and the other half knew their place. Still, these were a hardened bunch, it was plain to see. Fierce and determined fighters all, and also possessing an unexpected degree of discipline considering their background. Each and every one of them had seen, fallen victim to, and performed more cruelty than any soul should bear witness to. All the better, it made the One Truth strong in them, even if they did not yet know it.

She had been still and silent for a long time. That was her way. She would talk with, jest with, and explain her plans to those who followed her well in advance, getting all revelry out of her system before the calm. For the last half hour, she had commanded them to make not so much as a sound, while she sat there, motionless. In her meditation she visualised her every step, every twitch of muscle and twinge of nerve, all prepared before hand in precise detail, every eventuality considered, and compensated for. There was not another single person alive, not even those like the Monk who styled themselves masters of calm and concentration, who shared this gift. Her mind had been fashioned to absorb, and process with singular precision, and she made good use of it. Her breathing and heartbeat slowed almost to a stop, and for her time slowed with it, all other sensations went away. The feel of the undergrowth she sat on, the breeze on her face, and the tingling in her left elbow that she sometimes got. A fly landed on her face, just at the corner of her eye, and began to crawl across its surface. The Talon did not blink, she did not feel, she scarcely even noticed. Everything she was was dedicated to unlocking the fullest potential of her mind. Analysis, prediction, compensation and collation. Every nano-second of every possible eventuality was saved into her memory. A memory of things that had not yet happened, most of which would never happen. However, when they did, The Talon would not need a moments pause. She would not freeze at the unexpected, nor would her plans be shaken by any setback, for she had already won every battle.
 

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Clementina didn't sleep as much as she wanted. She wanted to face the Colonol with a clear head but with less than 10 minutes of sleep she had but panic on her mind. She dare not show it, but dare failed. Even a naked eye could see she was worried. It wasn't even such a huge deal, but this whole situation was so mother fucking fragile. Even if it didn't matter, even if it was unimportant the slightest thing could cause a loss/victory for either side. Whether her being a shitty tour guide was of any importance to this war of adults in uniform and children in suits, it was likely of large importance to her career. Getting up just early enough to assume the Colonel would wake she set off to his office. "I need to speak to the colonel" she said to the guards at his door.
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Travis awoke on his bed, HIS! His bed. The bed he took for his own. The bed he lay claim to. The bed he lay his head while his Dragonlings guarded hi-'shit Dragonlings would have been a good name to use for the lower members, ah fuck it', he thought. The bed he lay his head while his Dragonlings guarded him. Where he relaxed and his bitches- 'Could'a called them Drakes. FUCK why didn't I think all this earlier.' -and his bitched did his work for him. He killed for this bed. Now he didn't need to kill, it was claimed for him. The night earlier Travis breathed in the scent of his old cell as for the first time in three months... actually... the first time in much longer... possibly a year... he felt good. Real good. Real fucking good! He had aims, goals, and a big ass knife to skin mother fuckers. Might slit open a guys throat with this. Nah, can do better than that. Cut of someone's hands the fingers and stick his fingers down the stubbs-yeah thats the stuff. Cut out a vital bone and then use that bone the stab someone's eyes out-fuck yeah! Shove it up a bitches **** and twist it-Fuckin' sweet! This is it. This is the cell, the knife, the man he needs to be. The man he was born to be.

The Dragon was back.
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Awaking early from his cell Felix took off, he didn't have much food. Or any at all. The last he had eaten was Penn's cell and that was a day ago. Today he would search through the mid levels and lower levels on a search for food and to gauge his new home. The quest had begun!
 

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"... you know, I was once tied to the blade of a large windmill for two days."

In an attempt to keep her volume down, Kusanagi covered her mouth as she snickered. Not knowing whether he was just trying at humor or this was the setup for a true story, she opted for the former, "Well at least you had a pretty good view while you were stuck up there, I imagine. Couldn't be worse than this, anyway."

They laughed together, but as Acolyte began to speak her mind had already wandered away from the conversation. She found herself staring down at the rifle in her hands. How had she gotten here? How had she started off as a privileged, well-mannered girl who spent her afternoons drinking tea and ended up crouched in the mud of some foreign land with a rifle in her arms, ready to kill at any moment? And how was it that this had come to feel... natural?

Not that she was particularly good at the whole "Special Forces" thing, though something told her she could be good at it.

Maybe even enjoy it.

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Neil hadn't slept since he began and had left more inmates broken in one day than he'd shaken-down in a month under Sticks' command. The fact that it was so easy to justify his actions is what depressed him the most. Truth was, many of these people were down here for a reason and the animal in him would have preferred to rip out their throats and watch them bleed out. The man would not let this happen, however. He refused to believe he was safeguarding a pen of wild animals.

After washing some blood off his hands he made his way to Travis' cell. Ever since they met back up there last night Travis had done little more than lie around in some kind of deranged, self-indulgent state. Despite his horrifyingly sociopathic nature, Neil knew he was hardly one to judge. After all, he was the one running around in a mask calling himself "The Reaper".

He stopped at what passed for the front door and stared at a spot of old, dried up blood. That's where Sticks had ordered Travis to kill a warden recruit. A young guy, fresh out of training. Neil's former self was too drugged up at the time to notice... or care.

And now he too was using this... monster. Every atom in his body screamed that it was a bad idea, but he had nowhere else to turn.

He exhaled sharply before shouting into the cell, "Rise n' shine, Travis! We've got a lot of ground to cover and we've got less that 48-hours to do it."
 

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Acolyte laughed with Lucia, enjoying the temporary release of tension from the situation. Of course he couldn't tell her the circumstances of that event. That he had been ambushed by a rival drug gang, bludgeoned into unconsciousness and left there. Instead, he said, "Well, the worst part was when the wind picked up."

She seemed distracted now, though. "Are you okay?"
 

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"Rise n' shine, Travis! We've got a lot of ground to cover and we've got less that 48-hours to do it." Travis looked up and gave a really fucked up grin, one that hadn't graced his face for years... childish glee. Eyes shut tight and teeth showing, lips wide from ear to ear. He sprung out of bed and grabbed the beautiful knife, brandishing it like a holy grail. He kept it sheathed however, and tried not to look like he was so excited about using it. He stared at The Reaper with a grin and said with frightening enthusiasm "Ah c'mon. You know this fucking place. And from what I hear on the work floor the lower parts have become a 'ghetto of fear and violence'. Please tell me that's true."
 

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"Yes?" Lee replied to his intercom. "Of course. Send her in."

"Lieutenant Abreau," he greeted her. "please take a seat. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Lee already knew of course, but he wanted to hear how she would word it.

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"It's fine, Dr. Lu." Selina replied firmly. "I assure you, I..."

It wasn't going to be any use. They's already caught the scent. Each and every one of them knew something was wrong . Her surest course of action at this point, was to make up a different lie that them might believe.

"Very well." she said, appearing to recede. "I-I've received some very unwelcome personal news recently. My mother... It is nothing you need concern yourself with. A minor lapse in concentration... won't happen again." Selina made a good show of swallowing the lump in her throat, and quickly drying the wetness under her eyes.

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"It is no trouble." Nikolai replied to the Hunter Man in his deep, thickly accented tones. "They will obey. Old Master, Azrael, he wanted more than petty thugs. He wanted an army, so I built him one... or so he thought." he added, which stirred up some dark laughs among the Free Men.

In truth, Nikolai had chosen most his highest ranking and most disciplined fighters to split off into the other teams. of the top lieutenants who had made it this far in their journey, only Natalia was chosen to remain with him. With Nikolai here, the rest of these Men would fall in line, there was nothing to fear on that score. However, spread them too thinly among Talon's Men, and things could be more difficult. There was also another reason. He didn't want to give The Talon too much free reign to divide up and study his Men, where she might look for weaknesses. The only one's she would see out of his sight would be the one's Nikolai trusted completely. The Talon had given him a new leg, a new life, and perhaps even a new purpose. However, Nikolai was not so much a fool as Kusanagi would like to believe. He'd lived long enough to know that such gifts do not come without cost, and that often the true cost is hidden from view. They were all her guests; and perhaps, in time they would be her allies, but the Free Men were his. They were not for sale, and he would not tolerate anyone sizing them up or putting a price on them.
 

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"Do not reply. Do not turn around. Go where I tell you to go."

Lewis nearly stopped midstep when he heard the man behind him. He didn't acknowledge him as instructed and Lewis already had a feeling on where he was being led to. The difference between being a prisoner and a Warden now seemed so clear to him now. When he was on the catwalk or on patrol with another Warden the differences tended to be drowned out beneath the chatter on the radio but now, Lewis was the one being watched and subject to even more scrutiny. His empty pockets only emphasized the nakedness he felt.

He wondered how he'd look to Aggie or better yet how'd she looked.

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Aggie stood by her cell, awaiting her baby brother. It had been too long since she had seen him and vice versa. It was an eternity since the airport when she last saw him behind the chain-linked fence. A feeling of guilt hit her like a brick to the stomach. She was probably the reason why he ventured all the way out here. She was the reason why he was always so close behind her heels. He only loved her too much.

She tapped on the concrete wall as prisoners passed her but none of them were him. Her mysterious bodyguard was nearby. She couldn't see him but she knew he was there. Just like that mysterious man who had given her the alcohol. She was tempted to drink it but she couldn't stand looking worse than she already did. She wakes up to a battered shell of herself everyday. She was used to it but she questioned how Lewis would react to such a broken image. It made her sick of her skin but she knew she had to carry on. Aggie can't fix the way she looked but at least she could fix the way she felt about it.

Now she waited. She waited for his familiar face. Aggie wondered if that face would still be the same the last time she saw him. The last time she saw his pleading face.

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Richard nodded his head and patted Selina on the shoulder. If that was the thing that truly bothered her then she needed no apologies. Death is the only constant thing in the world but what struck Richard was how much it had gotten to the cold-hearted Selina.

"If its anything to you, let me treat you out for a drink after this. You deserve it." Richard offered, giving his trademark smile.
 

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Riley clapped Nikolai on the shoulder. "Good man. And don't worry, I plan to keep you and yours together. You've fought alongside each other, and that kind of fluid teamwork is vital."

He swept his gaze across the Free Men in his group. Like most men, most of them didn't quite look him in the eye. His yellow eyes people found disconcerting, particularly in the dark before the dawn, when they seemed to drink in what light there was and glow with it. Still, the men had steel, or they wouldn't have escaped RACDI-Alpha and lived to tell. They were going to need that steel before long.

Gathering all the men round, he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. "Alright. We're not launching an attack or an infiltration. At least not yet. At the moment, this is just recon, to get the lie of the land, and learn weaknesses we can exploit. We're going to stake out the place. For this, I'll be dividing us into two groups. The first, mine, will be comprised of the Songbirds. We are heading up that ridge to get a bird's eye view. Nikolai shall lead the Free Men to get a head on view of the complex's north side."

One of his men spoke out at this. "But sir, they're--" Riley glared at him. "They're what? I was learning the minds of predators going on two legs or four when you were scrubbing latrines. Don't question my judgement."

Turning back to Nikolai, he said, "your group will be getting a head on view of the complex. Keep low to the ground, and stay behind the treeline. Your group could easily spot something mine misses, and vice-versa." To everyone, he said, "when we get to our respective positions, we wait two hours. Then we meet back here." Picking up a sheath knife, he strode to a thick tree in the middle of the clearing, and thrust it hard into the trunk, leaving a scant two inches of the blade sticking out. After a few seconds, sap began to drip along the knife's surface. "In case you get lost. Now... break!"
 

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"Lieutenant Abreau, please take a seat. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Clementina sighed briefly and sat down across from the Colonel. "I am here to hand in my report of the tour I gave sir.

The tour began with the executives arriving late, Lu and Olivander being the first to arrive with the rest trailing on behind them afterwards. I began my tour through the mid levels. During the tour I tried to mimic the way you-I apologise, the way Colonel Lee was presenting RACDI Alpha. I tried to make it look good and presentable. In fact I gloated about how much better RACDI Alpha was to every other RACDI facility on the planet. My tour group were unimpressed with my behaviour and I took it personally. I let my bias towards them cloud my judgement. I behaved inappropriately and threateningly, I lost control of the situation and I behaved unlike a tour guide, Warden and protector of civilians should sir. I failed in trying to impress them and came off as a thug. I surrender myself to any and all disciplinary action."

Clementina spoke straight to the point and not once changed her tone of voice.