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As Dr. Y gets closer he recognizes one of the figures. Pulling out his shotgun, he fires at Black Jack... but misses. Black Jack turns to see Dr. Y approaching.
"Oh," said Black Jack. "It appears we have another bully coming our way."
"..You're quite the popular man," hissed Ripsaw to Black Jack.
"Hey! What was that for?!" Khorshid shouted at Dr. Y. "You almost hit us, you bad man!"
"Oh, I'm afraid you are, doctor," replied Black Jack. "I was just having a nice conversation with this nice young lady and her robot friend when you show up guns blazing. You, sir, are most certainly the 'bad guy'."
Dr. Y points his shotgun at Dr. Y.
"What have you been telling them about me?" asked Dr. Y.
"About you? Nothing," said Black Jack. "You wouldn't have even crossed my mind had you not tried to kill me. But I digress."
Black Jack's smoky arm lashes out with surprising speed and knocks Dr. Y's gun to the side as Black Jack pulls out a tommy gun with his fleshy arm and opens fire on the doctor. Dr. Y dives to the side, picking up his gun, to dodge.
"I thought you said firing on someone made them the bad guy," said Dr. Y.
"UNPROVOKED firing on someone," corrected Black Jack. "This is self-defense, doctor."
"You're outgunned, doctor," said Black Jack. "What now?"
Dr. Y is silent for a while before he drops his gun and holds his hands in the air in surrender.
"Surrender?" asked Black Jack. "Well, I suppose there's a first time for everything! Now, I am a gentleman, but I can't have you following me, so... no hard feelings."
With a swift blow to Dr. Y's head via the butt of Black Jack's gun, the doctor falls unconscious.
"Another time, doctor," said Black Jack.
He then presses a button and three ropes drop from the helicopter, coming to a stop by Black Jack and company.
"My apologies for the delay," said Black Jack. "Shall we be off?"
Five years ago. Dr. Y stands across a table a table from Black Jack, who is chained to that table and struggling against his bonds.
"You know," said Black Jack. "When I learned you called your little group the White Platoon I thought you'd be against torture."
"This isn't torture," said Dr. Y. "Not yet."
"If that was your most intimidating line you're out of luck," laughed Black Jack. "We're trained to ignore idle threats."
"Who said that was an idle threat?" asked Dr. Y.
"You did," said Black Jack. "You haven't told me what the punishment for failure is, nor have you told me what you're after. You're all bluster, doctor."
"I could say the same about your organization," spat Dr. Y.
"Ah, but you know that's not the case," said Black Jack. "You must think we're Saturday morning cartoon villains like the Happy Family, with only vague plans to take over the world or make money. We are not. We've had plans in place since before you even thought of picking up your shotgun. We are swift and efficient in our tasks - but then, you know that already, thanks to your little gang in traction. You know nothing about us. And we know everything about you."
A brief pause as Dr. Y draws his broadsword.
"I don't think I got my message across the first time," said Dr. Y. "You're going to tell me everything I want to know about Majestic. And since you seem obsessed with efficiency, allow me to show you how efficient I can be."
Dr. Y swings at Black Jack's right arm, cutting it off at the shoulder, as the agent screams in pain...
"Doctor?" interjected a voice. "Why are you lying down in the sand?"
Dr. Y came to, looking up and seeing Terrus and Duma standing over him. He stood up, shaking sand out of his leather clothing.
“I wasn’t lying down here by choice,” said Dr. Y. “I was attacked.”
“By who?” asked Terrus.
“Black Jack,” said Dr. Y. “And if he’s still around that must mean Majestic’s back in full force.”
“I doubt they’re in full force,” said Terrus. “Most of them are dead.”
“You know what I mean,” said Dr. Y.
“No, doctor,” said Terrus. “I don’t.”
Before Dr. Y could say anything else, his phone started ringing. He pulled it out, amazed he could get reception this good in the middle of the desert – but then saw that Patches was calling. That explained a lot – the phones were modified from the platoon’s old communicators, and anyone who was previously a member of the Platoon could get a decent signal to any other member’s phone regardless of distance or location. He answered the phone.
“What do you want?” asked Dr. Y.
“Izzat any way to say ‘ello?” asked Patches.
“You left the Platoon after Judah’s last visit,” said Dr. Y. “And ignored my multiple reasons as to why you should stay. So you’re not going to be calling me unless you need something. What is it?”
“I need ‘elp,” said Patches.
“Really?” asked Dr. Y. “You never asked for help from any of us before.”
“That was before I was bein’ ‘unted down fer a crime I didn’t commit!” shouted Patches. “The same one yer bein’ hunted down fer!”
“I noticed,” said Dr. Y.
“Listen, guv, I’m in Ingenium wif soldiers on me bum,” said Patches, sounding quite irritated. “An’ I can’t get out on my own, so I need you to come over ‘ere an’ bail me out!”
“That’s a suicide mission,” said Dr. Y.
“Well, ain’t that yer specialty?” asked Patches.
“My specialty is missions no one else will do,” said Dr. Y. “Not ones that are impossible. If you’re expecting me to just show up and save the day you’re crazy.”
“We’re used to crazy,” said Patches. “But if you insist I guess I’ll just rot here.”
Patches hung up, followed by Dr. Y.
“Duma,” said Dr. Y. “This might sting a little bit.”
Dr. Y knelt down beside Duma, opening a panel on the generator attached to her side.
“What are you doing, doctor?” asked Terrus.
“I’m getting together a squad to get Patches out of Ingenium,” said Dr. Y.
“But I thought you didn’t want her-“ began Terrus.
“She left the Platoon,” said Dr. Y. “But now she wants our help. And I never leave someone behind, unlike some people.”
Terrus doesn’t quite know what Dr. Y is talking about, but he thinks he gets it. Dr. Y inputs a password into a keypad hidden beneath the panel, and after he does, sparks fly from the generator at Duma’s side and Abraham flies up.
“Doctor!” shouted Abraham. “Are my services needed?”
“Yes,” said Dr. Y. “I need you, Duma, and Terrus to go to Ingenium and make a mess. Do something to make sure Patches can make her escape.”
“Certainly!” said Abraham. “The workers of Haven have set up false gods and towers to the heavens for too long! The vengeance of the lord shall fall upon them!”
“Whatever floats your boat,” said Dr. Y. “In the meantime, I’ve got to make a few calls.”
“Like to Alex?” asked Terrus. “We were looking for him-“
“No,” said Dr. Y, already dialing the phone. “Alex is dead to me.”
“But he’s still alive-“ began Terrus.
“Terrus,” said Dr. Y. “Stop talking about it and get to Ingenium.”
“… Okay,” said Terrus, turning into a gryphon and flying off.
Duma (with Abraham attached to the generator) quickly follows.
"This is Nikolai," came a quick answer.
"Hello, Nikolai. This is the doctor," said Dr. Y. He didn't feel he needed to say any more, considering that he didn't have a real name, only the alias Dr. Y. People generally knew who they were talking about whenever 'the doctor' was mentioned.
"Dr. Y? What an unexpected surprise," said Nikolai. "Why are you calling me?"
"I need your help," said Dr. Y. "One of my Platoon members is trapped in Haven and I need you to get her out."
"I thought there was no more White Platoon," said Nikolai.
"Tell that to the people of Haven," said Dr. Y.
"But really, why me?" asked Nikolai.
"You know exactly why," said Dr. Y, not willing to make small talk. "You can control magnetic forces. Most of Haven made of metal. Do the math."
A pause on the other end.
"I don't do that kind of work anymore," said Nikolai.
"You aren't doing that much work at all from what I understand," said Dr. Y. "So the way I see it you can either keep looking for a job or take the one I'm offering."
Silence on the other end. This was getting ridiculous. Dr. Y barely had time to get to a plane to Ingenium as is without waiting for Nikolai's answer.
"Well? What do you say?" asked Dr. Y.
More silence.
"Don't play games with me!" shouted Dr. Y. "I'm not in any mood to be played with!"
Dr. Y pulled the phone away so he could shout more, but noticed as he did that the call was disconnected. He tried to call again, but as he pulled up Nikolai's contact information his phone ran out of batteries.
"Dammit!" shouted Dr. Y, putting the phone away and running off.
OOC: RETCON AWAY THE WHITE PLATOON'S INVOLVEMENT HOOPADOOPDOOPDOOP
Camilia flew in at this point, and cleaved the bug into thin air with her scarf-blades. However, she was still too late to save the city.
"(!) No...!"
The once-proud Rarofiore was left in ruins by the Minil. Too many of its people were rendered dead. Those that were fortunate enough to survive were wounded, desolate, or both.
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