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

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NinjaDeathSlap

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"We got a profile or something on Mr Dragon or did we end blowing up half the paperwork?"

"It just so happens that we do." General Hammond replied calmly, opening one of the draws of his desk to produce the file that he had laid out specially. There was a significant thus when he dropped it on the surface.

"Travis is a man who's brutality is matched by his ambition. That said, he is easily manipulated. He was little people for a long time down here, and even after the old gang fiefdom's crumbled he never really got a chance to spread his wings. By all accounts, he's obsessed with asserting his dominance over the rest of The Pit, and if his cooperation will give us the in-roads we need, I see no harm in allowing him to entertain that notion for the time-being. However, I will not have him running rampant. Do what you have to do to keep him sated, while also making sure the leash can be pulled back at any time. If he proves less malleable than I hope, I will not allow him to become a problem that cannot be quickly snuffed out. Understood?"

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"I mean, no offense, one false move, and you might say something you'll regret later down the line."

Selena laughed, none too quietly.

"You obviously didn't get the memo." she told him, bitterness shining though her inebriation. "I'm our esteemed General's new favourite, his pet. The ***** of Venture Horizon brought to heel. He can do whatever he wants to me, at any time he likes, but if anyone else so much as lays a finger on me without his permission, heads will roll."

She laboured that last clause, while shooting an insolent look at the disgusting specimen who had been leering at her from the moment she walked through the doors, before sliding her empty glass back across the bar to Zach.

"Now shut up, and get me another drink."

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"You ready?"

Nikolai looked down at Lucia and smiled.

"It will be good to walk on dirt again. My leg makes so much noise when I walk here, it gives me a headache."

The big ship took a long time to eventually pull up in the harbour, seemingly wrestling with itself the whole time. As it turned out, The Free Men were all ready long before they needed to be, and practically barged a few workers overboard in their enthusiasm when they were eventually allowed to disembark.

"This is where we must part ways." One of their Songbird guides announced once they had all made it onto the concrete harbour. "We have other business in the port, and from here, you are free and able to go anywhere you please." He smiled at them all. "It has been a pleasure."

Nikolai nodded back, and said nothing. Without another word, the Songbirds turned their backs on the Free Men, and were soon lost in the throng of people all rushing around the harbour.

For how long Nikolai and the rest simply stood there, he couldn't say. From here, they really could go anywhere they pleased. The harbour was full of ships from all over the world, with even more waiting for a spot out in the bay. For so long, Nikolai's only focus had been putting one foot in front of the other, to keep going forward and to stay ahead of all the dangers that threatened to overwhelm them. Now, for the first time, he had choice, so much choice...

"I'm thirsty." He eventually said allowed. "Let's find something to drink."
 

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"Now shut up, and get me another drink." Selina said with a rather bitter tone as she slid the glass back to Zach. He breathed a sigh of regret, shaking his head a couple of times before going over to the back wall and gathering up the ingredients for a Dark and Stormy, rum and ginger beer, along with ice and a lime slice to garnish. Given how he had to make the drink five times already today, he could almost do it with his eyes closed.

"Here you go Miss. Enjoy." Zach said tersely before going off to deal with another customer.

So much for trying to be decent.
 

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Nahla smiled when Riley kissed her

"... Me thinks Odin was getting a little bit cozy with some she wolves on the side."

"Oh yeah?" She giggled. "You know, I heard the prisoners you hauled in had a pretty young thing with them." She poked his chest with her pointer finger. "You get a little cozy too while I've been gone?"

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Lucia still wasn't used to seeing Nikolai smile so naturally. She couldn't help but return the goofy grin.

"It will be good to walk on dirt again. My leg makes so much noise when I walk here, it gives me a headache."

"I don't know," She shrugged. "You might start getting dirt caught in that thing again. Last time it happened you bitched for hours!"

The two shared a laugh and before they knew it they were on land again. While the others were clearly itching to get off the ship, Lucia felt no real rush. She enjoyed the freedom of the open sea and was actually a bit anxious about leaving it behind.

No, that wasn't it. The sea wasn't going anywhere. When it came down to it, she was just afraid of what the future held for her. For the first time in a long time she was being given a choice. She was given freedom. It had been so long and the feeling was so... alien. She stood there by Nikolai's side and took in the bustling space around them She could go anywhere. She could do anything!

Where could she possibly start?!

"I'm thirsty. Let's find something to drink."

And with that, all tension was gone. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Nikolai, "Lead the way man-mountain!"
 

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"You get a little cozy too while I've been gone?"

"Would you be jealous if I had?" asked Riley, smiling. "No, I imagine she'd have pulled a knife on me if I even stood near her. I seemed to get her hackles up for some reason."

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Acolyte made his way onto dry land, savoring the feel of actual ground beneath his feet. Taking a deep breath, he looked around, seeing Nikolai's unmistakable bulk up ahead. He started pushing towards it.
 

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'Bloody hell!' Barrows' eyebrow went up faster than a hard on at a Taiwan brothel. Looked like he had some bedtime reading at long last, time to break out the reading glasses. He casually flipped through the early few pages of the fatty of a profile as the general lay out his own basic summary of Mr Dragonpants. This one was looking to be colourful an a half.

"...If he proves less malleable than I hope, I will not allow him to become a problem that cannot be quickly snuffed out. Understood?"

"Of course, Sir."

It was a natural enough plan. Job like this could never be as easy as it sounded on paper though, an this one sounded pretty finicky already. But hey, fuck it, right? At least it would break up the bloody boredom of patrol duty and until they could get communications working there wasn't anything better to do.

'Ugh, God 'ave fucking mercy on the poor bastard he's got looking for a way to sort that whole mess out.'

Barrows' tucked the beefy folder under his arm and gave a firm salute. "Permission to be about the business, Sir?" The general gave his permission and Barrows turned on his heel and departed for wardens quarters his unit had gotten as their own barracks.

It would have taken him all day to go through the whole back catalog of Travis' adventures. Skimming the thing for some highlighted events and what the general had told him gave him a good first impression for the blighter though. That'd only get him so far though, time to get stuck in.

The songbird soldier rolled up his sleeves, secured his sidearm and knife, making sure they were plain to see in case some dick 'ead got his knickers in a twist and set off to find his new best friend. Travis might be willing to work with them for now but this kind of job needed a weird boy approach. Barrows wouldn't go at this one so blunt, not yet. First things first though, he had to find the bastard first. Easiest place to check would be the 'fancy' bar they had set up where most of the inmates that agreed to play nice liked to spend the hours.

An' if he wasn't there, then maybe Barrows could get a drink on the job. 'Dare I dream?' What a time to be alive it was.
 

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Travis had joined the new masters for so many reasons. Glory, victory, booze, poon-hell poon especially. Hearing some ***** scream and feel ashamed of being a woman instead of being born a man, FUCK that's just the best thing in the world.

Wait, no it wasn't. No it was the second best. The best thing was good old fashioned murder. The Dragon's issue was that he had done so much of that recently he was hurting for someone to claim as his property. He could never have his fill of killing, but he would gladly go a week without killing if it meant he could find some little lass to make his whore. Yet every woman he had the opportunity to rape was either too strong to take or was off limits. Women having strength, it was fucking sick! Sick and wrong and immoral. And off limits? What the fuck did that mean? Why, for example, was the **** Travis was watching across the bar who was drinking herself into a stupor off limits? What the hell made her special? Did Hammond own her? If she did, fair enough, Travis wouldn't butt in. But if he wasn't doing what was meant to be done to her, then what the hell was the point!

'Fuck it.' Travis kept just leering at her like he had done the barkeep for the past few days, also fucking off limits, as he nursed his gin. Some weird 'boutique' shit he had never heard of. However after spending hours insulting the faggy properties of the drink, he couldn't deny it tasted a hell of a lot better than the rough shit he had been guzzling in an attempt to keep up his manhood. Plus his tolerance had gone to hell, and if he was gonna go down like a sack of shit after a few drinks it might as well be with something that went down smooth. It was the best tasting shit he'd had in over a year.

'Still not fucking poon though.' He snarled to himself.
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She had gone. Felix had no idea where but she had gone. In trying to find safe haven they had gotten separated. Felix had kept his ear to the ground to see if anyone was talking about the woman, yet he hoped he'd hear nothing. Any inmates saying anything about a warden would likely be about chasing one or killing one. He could pursue her, but truly what was the point? This place was massive, and she could look after herself well enough, and even if he wanted to he'd already angered enough people. There were too many places he needed to avoid, people who he had fled from when he could fight no more. Thankfully this prison was large enough that he could still move freely in many places without fear of being hunted down, he could work and blend in with the crowd. The evil he was no forced to live with.

He had never regretted his decision to leave more than he had now. However, these new guards were not supervising him, they were not leering down his neck, they weren't looking at what they were doing at their workstations, only that they were keeping busy. With this in mind, Felix had the freedom to discreetly craft something that could remind him of home in this cold, lonely hell.
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"The Back Door at zero hour, everybody got that?"

Clementina looked up with a tired scowl and nodded. These new allies had no plans, no tactics to strike back or even escape, they were just surviving day to day. Why? Why not fight back! Why not strike while they...

She didn't even have the energy to continue that thought. Her strength to fight was waning and she was simply doing whatever she needed to in order to keep on every day. She was tired, hungry, and most of all scared though she dare not admit it. She refused it. No, no she wasn't scared. Not at all. It was a stupid thought to even consider it.

Glancing down at her weapon she mumbled something unintelligible, angry at herself for spending so much ammunition of her makarov, one she stole of an inmate after having emptied the clip of her previous weapon into his face. Four bullets in total. Four bullets to keep her alive. Pitiful.
 

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Barrows held on to the raised collar of his Shao Long heavy weather issue coat with numbed fingertips as he bustled on in through the bar door. The place certainly had its little quaint charms. all cosy and homely, like a tea room for raging sodomites.

'Now give them access to booze. can't see that comin' back to fuck you over later.'

But they weren't the problem right now were they? And they didn't need to see Hammond and his boys that way either. Not so long as they kept them fed and on a loose leash. So long as they offered them a chance of an out they'd keep themselves happily aimed at the wardens. No, that made them sound like stupid animals. Maybe some of them were but given the alternative it was an easy choice. How many of the stupid sods were seeing topside for the first time in years? Barrows'd easily do the same in their position.

Did that make him a stupid animal too? Ah, fuck it. If he was it was serving him fine so far.

Travis was standing out like a sore thumb. now what to do with him? Could a bloke just go up to a serial rapist and just say hi? Obviously. If he couldn't then barrows wouldn't have been able to get anything done around here. Going up to said rapist and saying you want to get to know him better though... probably not so good. Besides, playing talent scout was all about the hunt, about observing. No need to charge right in. barrows rarely got a chance to take his sweet time about a job, it was time to have a little treat for all his hard work during the attack.

He sidled over to the bar next to the lass that was putting them away like there was no tomorrow. Looked like her body was having trouble keeping up with her will. "I'll have what she's having." He called over to the bar wenches like he was ordering the usual down at his local and knowing full well his uniform marked him as someone you wanted to think twice about fucking with.
 

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"I'll have what she's having." Zachary heard a voice say. Turning round, he saw that it was a new face to the bar, and one he hadn't seen around the facility either; he wasn't like some of the other unsavory individuals that seemed to be appearing in the last few days. For starters, this one had an actual uniform. It took him a couple seconds to realize who he was referring to before he brought out the ginger beer and run again.

"There you are, sir, one Dark and Stormy. Enjoy." Said Zach after adding the slice of lime to the finished drink and placing it on a coaster in front of the gentleman. Zach then gathered up the utensils along with Selina's empty drinks glasses and took them other to the sink and began washing them; from the looks of things, a lot of the people in higher positions of authority were ordering some of the more fruity drinks.

Meanwhile, Abigail had just appeared from the downstairs store-room with the clipboard carried under her arm. She took a few moments to conduct a quick count up before dispensing with the clipboard in a holster next to them door. Hooking a towel into one of the empty loops of her apron, Abigail then approached Zachary.

"How have things been up top?" She asked whilst organizing some of the drinks shelves.

"Same as they've always been Abby." He said, before switching to a quieter voice, hoping to not be heard by the surly ex-executive.

"Miss Hernandez is on her sixth drink so far. I tried to stop her, but then she got a bit ratty with me, so I just let her have it."

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things, and if something happens, well we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
 

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"I'll have what she's having."

Selena looked up, bleary eyed, at the form that had occupied the space next to her. She recognised the man as the one they called Barrows (she wasn't sure if he had a rank, while it was unlikely that Hammond would let him do without one, no-one ever seemed to refer to it), General Hammond's glumly sarcastic attack dog.

"You're in my light." she said.

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Yu looked around, frustrated, as the half-hearted acknowledgements came in. This disparate group he and his twin had assembled were tired. Tired of running, tired of being afraid, tired of having no visible endgame, tired of just about everything. He knew, because he shared all of those feelings. They all, even the seasoned professionals, needed something to motivate them. The trouble was, Yu was no Lee. He was an operator, not a motivator. It had been Lee's words, Lee's grit and determination when just about everyone else had abandoned them, that had got Yu and Chen through Bahrain, and the brothers could call upon those same words again now to see them through this, but would the second hand platitudes of a dead man be enough for the others?

"Hey." He announced, taking a knee in the centre of the circle, commanding all eyes be on him. "I can't say I know what this means exactly, but I do know that no-one still on the surface would risk contacting us unless it was important. The game's about to change, and we've got something to look forward to now beyond just staying alive...

So," he slung his rifle over his shoulder. "We're gonna go on an ammo run. I wan't us to be ready and able for whatever it is we might be called upon to do. Iron Squad, you're coming with me to the North Quarter. Clem, Aggie, you're going upstairs with Chen. Lewis..." he paused as he looked over the two remainders of the group "You're our rear guard. Stay here with Neil and keep him safe."

Even Yu felt a little bit sorry for Neil at this point. As if the guy wasn't high strung enough, he must have been going stir crazy being baby-sat all the time. It was easy to forget that he was also a soldier, and by all accounts a talented one. However, as much as he might have been able to help, it was too much of a risk. Everything they were doing, they were doing to keep him safe. Yu might have been able to make a shrewd guess as to why Lee had entrusted Neil in particular with the Kill Switch, but in the end, all that mattered was that he had. Living or dead, Lee had paid all the dues Yu required of a man a thousand times over. He would never disobey an order from that man, nor stop following it before he was done.

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Minutes wading their way through the throngs of people crowding the port, and Nikolai and the others eventually found a bar. A dingy, ramshackle little place, with a group of men sitting at a table outside, playing Knife The Finger. Each one had a different colour skin, and between them they had more gold teeth than real ones. Pirates.

Ignoring them, Nikolai pushed his way through the saloon doors and made his way to the bar, his pneumatic leg announcing his arrival to the other patrons inside with every other step. Armed with some real money this time (which he still thought was a stupid idea, why would anyone swap something they could eat or fight with for something they couldn't), he slammed an inexact jumble of paper and metal onto the counter, and pointed at one of the bottles of rum hung upside down on the tap behind the bar. The barman was about to pour him a glass, when Nikolai grunted and shook his head. Understanding his meaning, surprisingly, the barman stooped behind the counter, and emerged instead with and entire bottle, which Nikolai snatched up, leaving the money for some one else to sort out.

Drink in hand, Nikolai then set about saving a table. There was a free one at the far end of the saloon, and Nikolai made his way through to it. Just before he was about to sit down, However, a fat, balding European, sweating profusely in the midday heat, got up from his seat and bumped into him, the other man's drink spilling over the floor and Nikolai's chest.

The man, big himself relative to other men, instinctively wheeled around, his chest puffed out and snarling.

"Hey!" He growled, in what Nikolai was unable to recognise as a thick, Glaswegian accent. "The fuck do you think y-"

His confidence deflated as quickly as it had risen as he took Nikolai in, the taut lines on his face slackening. For a few seconds, both simply stared at each-other, the entire bar seemingly having gone quiet.

"I... You... Fuck, you're a big bastard!" The other man eventually spat out, before breaking his gaze and sitting back down. Nikolai, without so much as cracking a smile, continued on to his seat, unscrewed the bottle in his hand, and took a healthy first swig.

It would seem that life on the outside wasn't always so different.
 

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Yu finally spoke out or was it Chen? Aggie couldn't really tell the difference but what she did recognize was the plan and it sounded a hell of a lot better than what they were doing.

"Clem, Aggie, you're going upstairs with Chen."

"Good choice. How much resistance we expecting?" Aggie asked before getting up. She cocked her shotgun, putting one round in the tube. It was one of last rounds she had for the shotgun but if everything went well, Mr.Buckshot wouldn't be alone. She looked to her comrade which was the woman they had escaped with. They exchanged a few tired looks but otherwise Aggie never bothered to know much about her. That was how Aggie always operated especially during her prison time. Know someone too much and a piece of you goes with them if they do.

" Lewis...you're our rear guard. Stay here with Neil and keep him safe."

"Roger that." Lewis paused and looked to Neil. The man was sharpening his knife. A knife that he no doubt was very much used to using. "It looks like he can already keep himself safe." Lewis remembered going on his mission to catch the man and now he was here with him. Some part of him hoped he was dead when they were laid siege to. Other scum died during the invasion and so did his friends. Why did this man need to leave? Still he knew better to question orders and the twins were acting with Lee's command then he choose not to question it. The choice still irked him though.
 

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"Clem, Aggie, you're going upstairs with Chen."

Clementina did not like strangers calling her 'Clem' yet she knew it pointless and stupid to ask them not to. Plus feigned companionship in a shit situation wouldn't be too bad. Picking herself up she nodded to Yu, casting aside her warden cap as she did. The news of Lee's death hadn't done her morale any favours.
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What was this? Someone had the balls to step up to head *****? Was she Hammond's property or was that just a guise she had picked up to protect herself from those like Travis? Either way he could do with some entertainment. The past few days were less exciting than he had anticipated apart from...

The cold. The freezing, bitter, unforgiving frozen hell above. Wearing just a bog standard prisoner outfit as fat snow flakes fell in fast clumps on his clothing. It was even colder than down in the pit. He could see his breath like he always could, but now the air faded away in the wind. The world felt different, it felt new yet reminded him of what he had been ripped from, torn from after he was disrespected by sluts who had the gall to defeat him. He felt weak, so so weak yet he didn't care, he didn't even notice. All he could think of was the sound of the wind whizzing by his ears. The sun burnt his eyes so bad he needed to look away, as if it would scorch his eyes if he stared too long. It was too much. It was too much he couldn't be here anymore, he needed to go. He needed to get away, he couldn't take this anymore.

The Dragon had hoped to a God he never prayed to that no one had seen him. Of course they did, he was escorted along with other prisoners turned militia. Surely some had reacted the same. Surely if others had seen him behave the way he did, he would have been insulted for it, the butt of everyone's jokes. No, he had been left alone. Yeah, no one knew, no one saw, fuck it would be embarrassing if anyone had, but it would have came up now otherwise. And now he was getting used to the wind, even preferring to stay outside as often as he could. The still of being stuck inside had gotten to him a lot more than he thought.
 

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"I will hear them now."

Dietrich sank gently into a seat across from the Talon, content simper never wavering, head resting gently atop folding hands, pose and posture all indicative of a fellow ready to have a dear chat with an old friend. Another lie. Dietrich had worked hard to cultivate the myth of the 'all-seeing, all-hearing, all-knowing' whisperer in the goddess' ear, it made people, comrades and outsiders alike, highly selective in their speech whenever they thought Dietrich or one of his Threads nearby. It was amusing, and informative, after all, the blank spaces in man's speech, the things he left unsaid, often provided data more useful than any amount of knowing blather. The myth had grown steadily over the years, and born much fruit, easy to sustain because it was rooted so firmly in something true. Dietrich was listening more often than not, but even his systems had blind spots, some more glaring than others. As Dietrich spoke to his mistress, the cadence and flow of his words never really changed, but the perceptive listener could sense a sort of... distance in the man's speech, as though he spoke from some place far away, and the serpent's dead blue eyes seemed all the more lifeless.

"There have been seventeen minor altercations between Shao Long Conglomerate and Venture Horizon personnel within the past three days, locations and specifics recorded. The majority of these have been successfully cleaned, eight by Conglomerate operatives, nine by Venture's Security Corps. We've collected enough evidence for orange-level media exposure in ten instances, with some twenty-nine fabricated events prepped for white-level media exposure, enough to saturate the remaining independent Eurasian, South-East Asian, and Central American broadcasters and provide suitable fuel for the propagandists of each major corporate body participating in the coming summit. Dispatch is on stand-by, awaiting your orders."

"E.A.S.T movement has seeded five new cells in the British Isles, and two in North America. Venture suppression efforts were diverted due to recent events. We've aided their recent push to pass along news of Venture's current state of affairs to several mining facilities modeled after 'the Pit.' Signs of fermentation are already evident. Additionally, the Fedayeen based in the Arabian Peninusla have issued a 'fatwa' condemning Helios operations in the area. There have been three riots among Helios plant laborers. Two were successfully suppressed, the third and largest, however, has seen one such plant occupied by the Fedayeen. A response team is forthcoming, but their are concerns among the Helios board over moving troops into the region in these volatile times."

"All protocols carried out as per usual, no discrepancies to report," Something seemed to click over in Dietrich's mind, as though he now took a moment to look up from a bundle of papers he'd been reading, though his eyes had never left Talon's and no such bundle of papers existed. Dietrich's approach to information security was simple, but remarkably effective. Deal in no physical records save for those specific coordinates Talon required, and even then, only from himself to his mistress preferred recorder. Everything else? Everything else was so much ether between Dietrich's ears, five years worth of Songbird activity, not to mention nearly a decade under Eppenkampf and later Venture Horizon employ, all of it tucked away in Dietrich's library, miles upon miles of dusty tomes, each at his finger tips. At long last, the perfect den for the perfect serpent, wouldn't Papa be proud....

Dietrich leaned back in his chair and yawned," Did you have any lines of inquiry highlighted in the next report? So many pieces moving on the board all at once, it's making quite the ruckus...."
 

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"Would you be jealous if I had?"

Nahla giggled and rolled her eyes.

"No, I imagine she'd have pulled a knife on me if I even stood near her. I seemed to get her hackles up for some reason."

"Think about where she came from," Nahla tilted her head. "A sexy, young thing trapped in a hole with a few thousand rapists and murderers? I think I'd be pretty fucking skiddish too. Besides," She gave Riley a knowing look. "She probably can't handle the bad boys, anyway."

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Neil listened patiently as orders were given out.

"You're our rear guard. Stay here with Neil and keep him safe."

He hated this.

"Roger that."

Neil continued sharpening his knife. He could feel Lewis' eyes on him.

"It looks like he can already keep himself safe."

"I won't argue that point," Neil agreed as he sheathed his blade and looked to Lewis. "But orders are orders." At least he hadn't been paired with Aggie. Having her around Neil would be a liability, though no one but Neil knew that. If it came down to it, he wasn't sure what kind of stupid risks he'd take to ensure her survival.

Guilt was a hell of a thing.

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Lucia was a ways behind Nikolai upon entering the saloon and had been lost in the shuffling before she made it to the bar. While the big man was paying for drinks, a dark skinned hand shot out through the crowd and grabbed hold of Lucia's wrist. Caught flatfooted, Lucia stumbled through the crowd and was forced into the lap of a wiry privateer. His breath wreaked of booze and he a deranged look about him, "Pull up a seat, lass!" The belligerent man 'suggested' as the others at the table laughed.

"The fuck!?" Lucia was too surprised to say much else.

"She's got a mouth on her!" One of the men joked.

"I wonder what else that mouth is good for!" Another added.

The man who had forced her onto his knee caressed her arm with his long, un-kept fingernails, "How about it, lass? You want to party with my boys?"

Though she was terrified at first, her lips curled into a small smirk as she was hit by a sudden realization. Turning her head, she looked the man right in the eye, "Are you kidding me with this, shit?" She laughed. "Fuckin' homos."

The man clutched her arm tightly and point a finger directly in her face with his free hand, "The fuck did you call us?!"

Lucia winced when he tightened his hand around her arm, but her grin only grew larger, "You heard me, ******." They were fuming now. "You like cock." She clicked her tongue deliberately as she leaned in closer to her harasser.

"YOU FUCKIN' ****, I'LL---" He was violently cut off when Lucia suddenly grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face against the edge of the table.

"You'll pick your dentures off the floor is what you'll do, asshole." Lucia chuckled as she hopped backwards, out of the chair and onto her feet. As the man crumpled to the floor, cursing under his breath, his friends rose out of their seats.

"You *****!" One of them shouted.

"We'll FUCK YOU UP!" Another added.

Ready for a fight, Lucia turned her head just on time to see Nikolai walk by. She relaxed her stance and pointed to him, "I'm with him."

As he walked by, Nikolai gave the pirates a knowing look before moving on, back towards the table with his drink. The men stood paralyzed, not willing to challenge Lucia's claim. The man she'd crippled remained slumped on the ground, probably too ashamed to face his men after being shown up by a woman, "You may want to get that jaw looked at." Lucia chuckled one last time before leaving their table and finding Nikolai's. Plopping down in the seat next to him, Lucia threw and arm around his broad shoulders. It was a chore. "I like this place already. The 'badasses' are total pussies."
 

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"A sexy, young thing trapped in a hole with a few thousand rapists and murderers? I think I'd be pretty fucking skiddish too."

"I'm not so sure it's that," said Riley. "She was and is in the company of a group made up of primarily big, scary, hairy-arse men. Ah well. It was probably more to do with our lord and master. And she did seem a bit freaked out when she found out I'd been watching their group for months without them being any the wiser."

He smiled when he noticed a familiar speck of grey on the horizon. Odin would be with them in a few minutes.

"Well, the wait for news has been a nice vay-cay. But I bet now we have it, we'll be back on the grind real bloody soon."

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Acolyte was last into the bar and seemed to be the only one not to meet any hostility. People never seemed to bother him. It'd been rare, even in The Pit for whatever reason. Having acquired a bottle of beer from the bar, he found his way to Nikolai and Lucia's table and sat down.

"Could you two be anymore melodramatic?" he asked, grinning.
 

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"Could you two be anymore melodramatic?"

Nikolai shrugged, taking another swig of his rum as The rest of the Free Men converged on the table, with refreshments of their own. He liked this drink. There was something... familiar, about the way the heat of it seemed to slither down his chest, and then creep across his arms to the tips of his fingers. He could have sworn he'd experienced this sensation, or something very similar, before. There were hazy recollections of a boy, spluttering as he gulped down his first hearty drink, and of another figure, unrecognisable, thumping him on the back and laughing. If Nikolai closed his eyes, he could almost see it...

In an instant, the warmth turned into a blaze of white-hot pain. Every nerve in Nikolai's body flared, and the scars that covered him were all aflame, for a single moment. In that moment, a face flashed in front of his vision, that same face again, but it was gone one more before Nikolai could discern any detail, or even if the face belonged to a man or a woman.

The pain receding as soon as it had arrived, Nikolai opened his eyes, letting go of his breath slowly as he relaxed. Looking down at his left hand, Nikolai saw he had left deep scours in the wood of the table where he had clenched his fist suddenly. Uncurling his fist, Nikolai's fingers were bloody from where splinters had pierced under the nails.

Nothing. Of this real injury, Nikolai felt no pain, or at least none that didn't pale into irrelevance compared to the imagined flash of a few second ago.

It was getting worse every day.

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The Talon saw still throughout all of Dietrich's report, tumbling the cork figure he had made for her through her fingers, as if absent-mindedly. She did not acknowledge him, continuing to stare at the television set. It was better that way, not to give the others the impression that she encouraged his stranger behaviours, while at the same time forcing him to work ever harder for her attention. However, she heard every word clearly, and after a pause, she replied.

"Discard all fabricated events." she told him. "We will have no need of them. As for the others, tell out operatives to stand by. They may be of use later, but for now I am content to allow escalation to occur at a natural pace. The One-Truth is assured. Let the people await the coming summit with hope in their hearts. When the dawn rises on that day, their fall will be all the more devastating for it. If we are too active in the coming days, we risk exposure. Tell our contacts in Helios to plant the suggestion of using freelance mercenaries to combat the Fedayeen. We must keep Helios' position strong, but they must also go into the summit holding clear moral authority over the rest.

As for your next report, developments at RACDI-Alpha are my primary concern. Without all of our objectives accomplished on that field, out position is more precarious that I would like. We would do well to know precisely what is causing Hammond to delay. However, tread lightly Dietrich. Venture already suspects our involvement, though they still remain ignorant of our true scope. We must not give them the opportunity to express such publicly. There is also a matter for which I would speak with you privately."

The last sentence was uttered without any change in volume or inclination. In fact, everything the Talon had just said had been in barely more than a whisper, her body eerily still; and yet, the moment the last word left her lips, every other operative of her inner circle that remained, stood up and left without a word.
 

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"Well, the wait for news has been a nice vay-cay. But I bet now we have it, we'll be back on the grind real bloody soon."

"I don't doubt that," Nahla shrugged. "How was it, anyway? The operation, I mean. That phantom you guys hauled in, it... well, it's going to kill a lot of people before this is over. I'm not usually the type who gets cold feet, but you have to admit..." She bit the inside of her lip. "This is the true test if there ever was one."

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"Could you two be anymore melodramatic?"

Lucia scoffed, "Please, they were the drama queens. I just responded in the only tongue their thick skulls could comprehend." She chuckled as she took her mug in hand and downed her drink. It was weird drinking again. She'd done so little of it in the Pit and none at all for a long time afterwards. It was reassuring is what it was. It let her know that, despite all that had happened, they were truly free from the Pit. Free to set upon their own path.

She, Acolyte and Natalia had been joking around when Lucia noticed the blood on Nikolai's hand, "Shit, are you okay!?" She blurted out as she took his massive hand in her own. "What the hell happened?"
 

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Subira hated the markets. She was averted to leaving the commune at all, but the markets were atrocious. The buzz of dangerous strangers and the stench of undesirables all around her. Still it would do good to get some exercise from her old bones, even if it was to consort with idiots. She'd be out eventually, but for now She'd have to manage. Manyara and Judah were with her at least, and Manyara was far better at dealing with the ignorants than Subira was. Even if she pulled the 'old woman' routine as an excuse for her reluctant attitude, at least their banter would keep her entertained.

She shook as she walked but her cane at least would support her. She looked as if she could tip over at any second yet she was adamant in walking on her own, the cane was but a tool. "Manyara? Have you got your eye on Judah?"
 

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"Manyara? Have you got your eye on Judah?"

Manyara clicked her tongue in annoyance. She didn't have her eyes on Judah, they were on the various stalls, taking in the scenery... and the prices of the displayed merchandise. Manyara had never been good with kids, she was always unsure of what to do or say. For the most part, Manyara just settled on being nice. Everyone seemed to like that, anyway. A few smiles there and a laugh here and everyone got along nicely. Well, as long as nobody stepped out of line but who would want to do that? The Cult had created a safe haven for those who would accept it, nobody wanted to ruin that. Nobody. She sighed, only in situations like these did a person of some notoriety (or at least Manyara assumed she was one in the past) was running after a kid who had gotten lost in the crowd. After a quick survey of said crowd, the women turned to Subira.

"She's wandered off again, so no." Manyara said. Then she started getting to down to the business of finding that kid.
 

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The cold air rushed past Yu's ears, the sound it made accompanied by the high-pitched, metallic whine of the rope being fed through his harness, as he plunged down into the gaping darkness that marked the central chamber of The Lower Levels. It was no longer safe to use the main thoroughfares and elevators, those that still worked.

Such equipment as Yu was using now was deceptively easy to come by around here. While any mining that had once taken place on the Upper and Mid-Levels stopped over a decade ago, all the space being given over to refining, processing, and housing the general population. However, the Lower-Levels had kept expanding all the way up until mere weeks ago, which sometimes required more acrobatic work from the Inmates. After the occupying forces had swarmed through The Pit and chaos had ensued, most of this equipment had been left where its last owners had abandoned them. An oversight by the occupiers, it would seem.

It was well over thirty seconds of near free fall, before Yu began to slow and his feet touched stone, in the very belly of The Pit. The two remainders of Iron Squad were not far behind him. Disentangling himself from all the ropes and harnesses, Yu beckoned silently for them to follow, heading towards the North Quarter, the slick, black stone walls giving way to pure ice, as they passed beneath the frozen, underground lake.

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Chen, and his two companions moved silently among the upper catwalks of the Industrial District. Moving unseen was easy enough, and before the fall of RACDI-Alpha, so much noise would be being made in this part of the facility, that remaining unheard was child's play. Those days were passed however, and the three had to be careful of the old guard or Inmate mulling about lazily beneath them.

Without a word, Chen held up his hand to halt the two behind him, as an unusual sight caught his eye. An Inmate, Iberian in descent, he looked like. He was at a work-station, alone. Chen couldn't quite place why, which was unusual to him, but something about this figure gave him pause.

What was he doing?
 

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"You're in my light."

"Then you're in the wrong bar, love." Barrows said plainly, looking ponderously into his glass. The fuck had he even ordered? It had looked like a real drink far away. Turns out the moody cow was trying to drown herself in poofter potions. That was execs for you, Barrows shrugged, taking a resigned gulp. "Ugh tha' is, that is- is that's alright actually." His voice even got a little more high pitched an everything. Ah what was life without some pleasant surprises from time to time?

Arse numbing boredom cut up with dick shitting terror probably.

"How do you people even get your hands on this stuff out here?" Wonders would never cease.

Barrows scanned the bar. Travis was keeping to himself it seemed but there was no mistaking that he was looking their way. Maybe sizing Barrows himself, being a newcomer in a giant prison after all. Or maybe he was undressing two of the few unbattered women in this place.

"So!" Barrows leaned down closer to her, angling himself so he was leaning right down on the bar and getting a good view of Travis while he was at it. "What are you in for?" He leered at her.