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His emotions had rather settled well when he heard her question. An inquiry about having a friend. There were many types of that especially in his kind of world. But based on her intention, she probably meant those better off in books. That was then at best an idiotic thing to be asked of him. A sardonic smile was worn upon his lips. "Of course, they have their uses." His tone dripping with manipulative and dangerous intentions. More or less, they are tools for him to use in his ploys much like how he had described kisses are for him which got them in that twisted bet.
There was nothing else said by him as he waited for her to start the bike. Once, it was operational. He took his seat behind her. His arms snaked around her waist which is normal to be done especially in his current position. Such gestures, did nothing to elicit any profound response from him. That was because his mind was now drifting towards a hazy memory. It seemed that Stella's question of having a friend had more meaning for him than anyone could perceive.
"I like this scarf very much, because you gave it to me."
Yes, there was a very stupid girl who believed deeply that they were friends. She was ditsy in every way. He could not help but watch her every move as she often gets herself hurt. She was also vibrant yet meek on the side. Not the kind to retort, she endures everything with a smile on her face. The kind who always looks forward to a future even it was bleak or nonexistent. It was annoying to even stay by her side, so suffocating. His orange eyes reflected irritation trickled with something akin to melancholy.
It was a good thing that Stella would not be able to see his expression. He lowered his head as his eyes were now hidden from anyone's prying observation. It was frustrating in a sense that the idiotic girl still holds a piece of his thoughts. When he had explicitly did and stated, she was disposable. Moreover, he was reminded of her when Stella inquired if he ever had a friend. Never once did he acknowledged that fact nor did he confirm that even to that moronic woman. So, why is he being flooded by memories of her? Perhaps...
"I saw a dream" Uno murmured softly more to himself as his hold on Stella tightened by reflex. That was right, he managed to stay by that girl's side not only for the purpose but also, it felt like he was in a dream. Something he does not want to wake up from. "Anyway, why the question? Don't you have friends?" He aired a question towards Stella as if wanting to divert his wandering mind from the thoughts of a hazy past. It would be great if they were at the Specter. His memories would probably stop being a bother as he would focus instead of what to do next. But really, it was impossible. Because, that stupid girl is the reason why his hair is like this.
A mistress... Dr. Solomon Engels is implying that the power source of the domes was not something converted by mankind from the existing resources of their world or at times, create something entirely new from mere theories. It was more than a clash of reactions to produce an effect. The power was a sentient being who held desires, whims, and emotions. There was also the accusation of falsity in regards to the information being given by the Network more specifically to the readings of the lands beyond the perceived sanctuary of the domes. From that point, he could understand why his elimination was sanctioned. But then again...
His mind wandered to the deployment of the Desolator at the Den. The Prime Minister never once stated that the military had sent such a dangerous weapon into the middle of the populace. There was also the authentication access which is given to the leader of the government, but there was an existing record of a usage with same credentials. Someone with such free reign equal to that of the Prime Minister. Those traits seemed to match what Solomon Engels was talking about a someone being a power source.
Then, there was the point in which Darcia was created to countermand the interactions of this source. A truly dangerous position to be in for certain. Even if it had been stated that the Prime Minister is not the primary aggressor but was simply being manipulated with a very effective bargaining tool, the domes. Still, he could not confirm such data as true. As much as he is concerned, this is simply gossip and nothing else. Thus, this is just additional information for him to use in the future. His orders had not be lifted, changed, nor was it finished. So, he will continue with his given parameters.
"Darcia." His ice blue eyes looked at her with its usual demeanor. "It is your choice." That is right. From this point, he could not do anything for her. Solomon Engels had truly aspired for his masterpiece to live as much as possible by humans and even to be a savior of humanity. There was indeed irony present as well as blurring with the definitive line. However, he had never been the kind nor did he have the desire to ask anything beyond his set of orders. Thus, this will be the same. Yet, there was one thing for certain that he will be doing if ever she does follow the purpose of her creation. She will become an enemy and if that was to happen and orders are given to him. He will stand before her not as a partner nor a fellow government tool.
They will face each other as enemies and somehow, this is his truth and a feeling of something heavy weighed on him at that scenario. But much like what he had done, Crux simply set it aside and waited for Darcia's answer. Because whatever it is, he will allow her to do it by her own decision. This much he can do for her.
The rest of the answer, though, was a bit more illuminating, if still vague. Maybe the matter itself was poorly defined. What did it really mean, to call someone a friend, anyhow? âA dream, huh? Sounds nice.â Of course, the question was eventually turned back around on her, though the complicated entrance into Specter prevented her from answering for a few more minutes, and when they were through, she immediately guided them to the safehouse Cass had told her was set up in the area. It was in the middle of a very quiet area, and their entrance was not noticed due to the relative sparseness of residential homes in the area. Her communicator, detached from the bike dash, served to automatically unlock the doors, and they stepped inside the foyer of what was actually a very nice house.
âHow much money does he have, anyway?â she muttered, shaking her head. She found it hard to believe that even a doctor made this much if he was not able to practice openly, and she got the impression that most people had only volunteered for the EDEN project if they were a bit destitute. But who knewâhe seemed to have a lot of allies.
Allies, friends⊠Stella sighed through her nose. âI donât really know,â she admitted at last, making an inspection of the immediate area partly out of necessity and partly to have something to do with herself while she tried to decide how she wanted to talk about an uncomfortable topic. âIâve known people I didnât dislike⊠the bookstore used to have some regular customers that would talk to me whenever they came in. But other than that⊠if I did, it was a long time ago, and I donât remember their faces.â She couldn't say she hadnât, because she felt like she had had at least one, but⊠did it really count if she couldnât recall?
Finding the kitchen, she rummaged through the fridge until she pulled out enough ingredients to make something decent, laying it all out on the nice marble countertops. She figured they could probably plan and eat at the same time, and cooking might count as a nice way to distract herself while they did.
âAnyway, I guess it doesnât matter. But you were thinking we need to draw the ugly stepsister out somehow, right?â It was his fairytale metaphor, but it was as good a way as any to refer to whomever or whatever this mysterious Spore was, no? âAny ideas on how to go about doing that?â Even bait was useless if the fish didnât know it was there, after all.
Truly, it was difficult for Darcia to conceptualize. In all honesty, the part that was sticking with her the most was not what her function was meant to beâfor she could accept that it was any number of things. She was just a machine, made for someone elseâs design, and she understood that it would never be her choice what she was to do. What really puzzled her was that he said she was not as she was supposed to be. That she was meant to be something else.
âDoes that mean that this one is a failure?â she asked cautiously, almost afraid of the answer. Certainly, many other people seemed to believe so, but⊠Dr. Engels had never seemed to be among them. She wasnât sure what it would do to her to find out that she was wrong about that, but she did not look forward to the discovery. Fortunately, it did not come.
He looked at her kindly, a sympathetic expression clear on his face. âNo, Darcia, it does not make you a failure at all. What it means is that, like any other person, you have growing to do, and only you get to decide how.â
The sentiment echoed what Crux had said, about it being her choice what she did, and frankly, she wasnât sure she understood what that meant. To be able to choose her fate? No, surely that was something reserved for human beings. It was not a luxury for something like herâsomething that could not even truly command her own body, as she had been so poignantly reminded earlier. A faint breeze stirred through the dome, and she smiled sadly.
âHow could this one choose, when this one can be commanded by anyone who does not like its decisions?â It had been the very hallmark of her existence since she was madeâobedience protocols were mandatory on every android, no matter how advanced, and the overrides at the highest level were registered only with the government. Well enough if she desired to continue doing as they demanded of her, but⊠if she wanted anything else, then they would be able to stop her with nothing more than a word.
âI cannot simply answer that for you, Darcia,â the hologram replied. âExcept to say that, when it matters to you most, you will be able to do what you need to do. You only have to believe that you can.â She appeared unconvinced, tilting her head to the side and regarding him steadily. The image of her creator seemed to sigh, and then shook his head. âBut perhaps it is not yet time for you to make that decision. In the end, I cannot tell you what to do, only what you were created for. But I at least never intended to leave you without a choice.â He smiled, and then his image flickered and disappeared.
âProgram contains no further data.â The androgynous voice picked up again, and Darcia nodded, tucking the flat cylinder away in her pocket. For a long moment, she said nothing at all, only thinking over what information she had been given.
âThis one⊠this one does not think it has enough information to decide anything right now,â she said at last, turning to face Crux. âIt knows who you are and what you must do, and it realizes that someday, if it chooses a certain thing, it mayâŠâ she paused, evidently uncomfortable with what she was saying. Whether it was just a conflict of her program and her thoughts, or something deeper than that, she could not say. âIt may force you to confront it. But it⊠may this one stay by your side, at least until it decides?â She knew one thing, and that was that she simply had no desire to leave right now. Darcia liked being here, liked being with her partner, in a way that had nothing to do with her obedience protocols and everything to do with her flawed, humanlike processes. Everything to do with the warmth she felt, being in his company. It was irrational, she knew, and in this way it would never make sense, but some things, perhaps, didnât have to.
The duration of the ride was at best frustrating for him. Reason? Uno truly did not like being bombarded by memories he knew was better gone from his mind. Ironic, though. His actions right now had been dictated by past events despite his preference of never looking back in time. Complicated isn't it? Yeah, he believes it as well. But, that is how life becomes interesting despite the occasional trouble he has once in a while. As it would appear, his comment had been heard. However, he did not expand on that topic any longer. There was no need which was his personal preference.
In any case, his question had not been answered as his appointed driver appeared to have been preoccupied with the rather complex entrance to the Dome labeled as Specter. He had been there a few times to do some jobs and even use his connections when applicable. After all, his profession does give him travel opportunities more than he could want. So, it would not be an unfamiliar setting for him. Although, he has no idea where is Cass' safehouse. It was no problem as Stella's HUD had been installed with the necessary information.
Soon enough, they had arrived at their intended destination. He does agree on her commentary about the money thing. It is true that he at times earn a few more bucks. That is why he gets to make and own those nifty devices he has. But, it would not be enough to splurge which will make him have a lot of hiding places in various domes. So, this is indeed surprising which makes him wonder what kind of connections Cass truly have. It was intriguing along with the hacker named Prometheus.
But then, he finally heard the answer to the question he had thrown back at her earlier. So, she was a loner type without any strong bonds to anyone. Well, she did have her customers but there was nothing more to that. But, she was trying to recall a time long ago where she has one. It was uncertain as she couldn't get a clear picture. That was good for her in his opinion. It was far better not to remember anything especially faces. It will save her the grief in the near future. "That's for the better." He noted as he took a sit on a nearby couch and assessed his injury. There was a bit of blood on the bandages but, it should be expected. Still, it was good.
Standing from his position, he checked on his companion who was making some noises at what appears to be a kitchen. As it seemed, she was making some food. He leaned at the doorway and looked at her. She asked about how they will be luring her stepsister out. True, he did say that she will be the bait since that so-called spore wanted this flower dead at all costs. Probably why, those two government hounds are after them, the best of the best. So, they definitely needed a plan. "Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained." He shrugged as he pulled out something from his pockets.
"We'll be using this." Uno stated with a confident smile on his face. He showed the four cards once more. They were now identified as access cards which will allow them a limited window of entry to the Network without any kind of restrictions. "You did say, you want every one to see what's happening outside right? I bet that your stepsister wouldn't want that." This was his conclusion and the effective method of having someone come out was... "Make her really really mad and feel that everyone around her useless." His eyes looked at the cards with intent and had an approving nod. "One thing I'm really good at is pissing someone off. Don't you think?" This time he looked at her direction and winked.
Failure... It is a word which had commonly been attached to Project Zero. Crux was well-aware of that. It was due to her humane traits which should never have been incorporated as she had been intended as a military arsenal. This was with basis as he who is essentially human had undergone a procedure where his emotions will never interfere, as they were viewed as a flaw. However, he does not see Darcia in a comparison to that word. A peculiarity but never as something that should be deleted due to being deemed as useless or worthless. All attributed for being a failure.
It was stated by her creator who implied that she simply needed to grow much like any human being does. This will be a rather challenging concept for someone who is classified as nothing more but a unique machine, an android. Even more so when it is a given that her will can be commandeered anytime needed or required. So, how does the process of a choice shall work on her? She can always be meticulously controlled with but a simple word even if, she has no desire to do the given directive. It was something she could not fight against.
The program was finally finished leaving them information damaging to that Government's Facade. A key, if he would be metaphorically describe it. They are now charged with a choice whether to open the door, keep the key, give it away, or destroy it. His choice was rather clear from the very beginning, but he is not certain with Darcia's. Then, the answer soon spoken as it was directed to him. She cannot decide with just the snippet of information given to her and was aware of a future possibility where they might be placed in conflict with each other. Such scenario made her uncomfortable, it seemed he was not alone on that. Then, she asked for his permission to let her stay by his side.
He gazed at her for some time before finally expressing something. Closing his eyes, he released a sigh which is more akin to relief. A small yet whimsical smile decorated his lips. "Of course." He started as those ice blue eyes were revealed once more as her form was reflected upon them very well. "Darcia, until you make a decision. You may stay by my side." He placed a hand on her head once more and gently patted her much like one does to a child who had done good. "You are my partner." He stated with a hint of stern sincerity in his voice. The moment was only interrupted with a call from the GHOST team. He excused himself and answered.
"Crux. We lost them." Acknowledging that, he soon ended the comm with just a few words to create an official report. "It is time to go back to work." He looked at Darcia as he reached out his hand to her. This time, there was no dance. He simply offered it for one fact. Her hands are nice to hold and he likes it.
Well, in the end it didnât matter much. Returning to the counter with her discoveries, the washed her vegetables in a sink installed in the island she was using and selected a knife from the wooden block of them. To use wood for something so mundaneâthat really was the sign of someone with money to spend. While she got everything organized, Uno remained in the foyer, she assumed to check his injuries or communications or something. When he entered, though, she looked up, a troubled expression crossing her face.
Better not to remember? It seemed a very unconventional way of thinking about friendships. Even she, with all her cynicism, wouldnât necessarily want to forget if in fact sheâd ever had one. âIs it?â she asked softly, glancing down at the tomato in her hand. Well, apparently whatever dream heâd seen hadnât ended very well. Maybe it had turned into a nightmare, and that made it something it would be better to forget? Why did the thought make her so sad?
âWell⊠thatâs too bad then. Because Iâm pretty sure that no matter what I do, I wonât be able to forget you.â She glanced up briefly, her eyes sincere, then covered it with a light smile. âItâs not every day I meet such a big jerk, after all.â But, well⊠he was as much her friend as anyone ever had been, she supposed. Whether either of them liked things that way or not. Shaking her head a bit, she went back to slicing vegetables.
The idea was a radical one, there was no mistaking that. Stellaâs lips pursed for a moment, the steady rhythm of her hands at work providing a metronome for her thoughts, a steady, regular sound like the beating of her heart. âIâd like to see them try to cover that one up,â she admitted with the hint of a smirk. The government had some seriously good press people, including the Deputy Prime Minister herself. But it would be really hard to explain that to everyone. âIf you really think it would draw her out, and you are the expert at making people mad⊠then I think we have to do it. But we should make sure to make it obvious where weâre broadcasting it from, so they donât tear down half the dome looking for us.â The idea of collateral damage was not appealing to Stella at all.
It was, in truth a lot to take in, even for someone with processing power like that belonging to Darcia. That was, in part, why she had chosen to give the matter more time and thought before she made her decision. But also⊠it was not a straightforwardly logical decision, not for her. She acknowledged that her emotions would no doubt become involved, both her feelings for her creatorârespect, affection, perhaps even what some people might call familiar love. Her feelings about whether or not it was good or right to lie to the human population of the domes. About herself, and what she was worthy or capable of doing.
But most of allâŠ
âYes.â A simple affirmation, but she was hardly one to waste words when few would express most elegantly what she desired to convey. Agreement, both with the fact that they were partners, and also with the notion that it was time to return to their duties. This tangent had certainly not yielded them nothing, for now they knew with certainty the identity of the Seed helping their targets, and understood more of the background of their mission, which may prove to be helpful down the line. But now they needed to find Stella and Uno again, and they would be in effect starting from scratch to do so.
A gentle smile on her face, Darcia reached forward and took the proffered hand. Most of all, it was her feelings about her partner that would need to be deciphered before she could know how she was to act. Because, even if she should find a way to circumvent her orders and also decide that doing so was the right course of action, a further question remained. Would she be able to stand facing this person, and fight him? The thought made her uncomfortable, in a similar way to how she had been distressed when she had wanted to go to his aid against Cass, but her obedience protocols would not allow her to move. This was a person that she desired would continue living. He was not a perfect person, and she did not believe that they always agreed, but⊠to her, he was important, and she did not wish to see him become hurt. She wished even less to be the cause of that hurt.
So for now, she would make sure he wasnât. âThis one thinks⊠if the targets have some of the same information as we do, then⊠they might attempt to make it more widely known.â Which meant that they would have to make another appearance of their own volition eventually. In the meantime, it seemed that the best course would be to try and determine from where they would be doing so, so that they could be there when it happened and respond in time.
"As you wish, your Highness." Uno noted with his typical playful tone as he removed himself from the doorway. It seemed that she was a kind person despite how hard she tries to cover it up with her brusque words and gestures. Not wanting unnecessary damages, it was something he did not think about. For all its worth, he was fine with other people getting hurt or as they say, innocent lives getting killed. As the saying goes, the ends justify the means. With that, he proceeded to sit at one of the chair available near the countertops. Once he was comfortable, his HUD was taken out and placed on the marble tops.
Upon its placement, there had been a reaction. His HUD projected a holographic screen and a portion of the counter was changed into a keyboard which allowed him a smooth and easy interface. "I already have an idea where to broadcast, but I like it to be more dramatic." He noted as he tampered away with his wireless interface with the Network. Of course, he was doing this illegally and would have to make sure that he does not leave any traces for them to be traced. Right now, they needed the time to relax and carefully planned everything. Because, he has a feeling that luring that stepsister was going to be more dangerous than his attempt of killing the Prime Minister.
"Those two will probably be there." There was no definitive proof to that. All he has is his intuition. Well, there was also the pattern where those two hounds are always there. When it comes to their pursuers, he would not underestimate them as he had witnessed what they were capable of. Along with their level of gathering information, they will be able to find them again. "I suggest you never hesitate with them." It was truly an advice as he remembered how they were closed to death because of their assigned assassins' doing. Actually, he has that mark on his chest right now. Then, there was the fact about how those two work well. They will probably be in a fight against them, this time they will have to stand than to run.
Stopping for a moment, he raised his eyes to look at Stella. He observed her for a moment. She had stated that he will not be forgotten by her before. Well, he was indeed the biggest jerk which he was rather proud of. However, that sentiment of hers only gave him more bases that she was not meant for such underhanded methods. "I'll handle the preparations for the show." He then returned his attention to his HUD screen and continued peeking through certain files which he really has no access to. But, that is what makes it fun. Well, he got the data he required and some extra details in which he will be using for reference and study. "As for you, I need you to train more. If she does come out, it will not be to hand you the crown. She will slaughter you. If not, she will release hell upon us for sure."
The connection had been terminated by him. It seemed he had something more to say but, there was an unexpected interruption. A communication has been opened up and a familiar purring echoed within the kitchen. "There you are Rosie, how are you?" He stated with a smile on his face as his focus was transferred to his beloved animal companion. As it would appear, the little feline was being shown through the HUD screen. Rosie tilted its head to the side with those big eyes looking curiously. "Have you been eating well?" It meowed happily as its tail gingerly swayed. Well, that was surprising. It seemed Rosie knows how to operate computers. Yes, truly surprising even more so to see him so unguarded only in front of his furry feline.
Hands entwined together. It was a gesture which should hold nothing profound to him. Furthermore, it was an action which he had done with others which is at times needed to ensure fluent data collection or the accomplishment of his mission. So, why was it holding her hand bring a certain sense of familiarity and at the same time something esoteric. However, it is normal for him to simply put that aside. So, he did. Letting such vague matters drift along his stream of unconcern. For now, there was no need to think too deeply. He simply preferred their hands connected and at this manner, they will not lose sight of one another.
In any case, Darcia's point echoed with possibility. That man, who identifies himself as Cass, would undeniably know of what Solomon Engels had spoken about. Seeing as he had helped their intended targets, the share of this information will not be a farfetched conclusion. If that was the case, those two would probably use such data to place the government into a difficult position. The people had always believed in the Government even with the passing negative connotations from time to time. Yet, this will be rather different from those attempts. With that thought, he began to walk away from the scene. Of course, she was taken by him as their hands are linked.
"Darcia, check the schedule of the Prime Minister and of the Triumvirate, specifically any public speeches." Crux spoke as he looked at her with those ice blue eyes. He perceived that Uno Summus would likely try in such events. It had been a proven fact to him when the man came as the Chinese Ambassador to assassinate the Leader of the Government. That guy was attached to theatrics and making a statement where a lot of people could become witnesses. "Once you do, we will be heading to the designated location." Afterwards, he used his comm and contacted his GHOST Team. The call was answered and a report of their findings at the safehouse where the targets had stayed was given to him. "Understood. Continue investigation." It seemed they had not left anything foreseeable as a clue. Nevertheless, he knew that there was more to it if one looks closer.
Once the comm was ended. "Upon your confirmation of the schedule and location, we will be joining the protection detail once more." Much like the same thing with the Prime Minister, there was only one difference. This time it was not by orders of the Supreme General, but his own mandate.
Sheâd disliked plenty of people in her life. Hell, she probably disliked most people period, just on principle. But⊠hate was something entirely different. The desire to destroy someone, to see them dead at her feetâsheâd just never had it, for all her jaded cynicism and mistrust. She couldnât summon it up even now, when her life and his were both in danger. Even thinking about what theyâd done to her parents, and then to her aunt and uncle who had raised her. It made her angry, yes, and she thought that they deserved to answer for what they had done, but⊠she did not hate them, not a single one.
So⊠when the time came, would she hesitate? Stella really didnât know.
Shaking her head slightly, she decided to trust Violet when it came to the plans. He seemed to be very good at provoking people, after all, and that was exactly what they needed to do. On the stove, she brought some water to a boil, and started stirring in various things, like the vegetables sheâd chopped, some tofu stock, and a bunch of spices. The meat went in last, and by the time he was done with the HUD, she was done with the food.
The stew, simple but tasty, came off the burner, and she set his bowl down by his elbow in just enough time to hear the meow, which called her eyes to the screen. âYour cat can work an HUD?â she asked, slightly incredulous until she decided it was really the least weird thing sheâd seen in the last few days. âThatâs⊠something else.â In the end, though, she shrugged, feeling another pang of loss for Ash, but pushing it aside as she had to. There wasnât any time to be getting too emotional about these things.
He was right, of course, in suggesting that she needed to practice, and so Stella figured that would occupy her well into the night, and then she could crash for a few hours, until they needed to be up again for whatever it was heâd decided they should do. But first, she needed to eat, or else she wouldnât be able to do much at all, so she took a seat to the left of him, one stool between for the sake of politeness.
âSo⊠whatâs this plan of yours?â She hated to drag him away from what seemed to be a rare sentimental moment, so she stopped there, fine with waiting however long until he was ready to reply.
Trailing along at Cruxâs side, Darcia was busy perusing the Network for the schedules of the Triumvirate and the Prime Minister, a feat which took a bit of time due to the fact that this information was highly-classified and behind other firewalls and additional layers of security. She could break through it, but that would cause undue disruption to the function of the government, and so she chose to engage in the extra steps necessary to verify her identity before being granted access.
It did, of course, have the side effect of reminding her of some of the things Dr. Engels had said, about what the Network was and her relationship to it, as a piece of technology. She did not spend long in such ruminations as of yet, however, because the information she wanted was presented to her shortly after.
âAll public appearances have ceased for the business day,â she informed him quietly, âBut there are several scheduled for tomorrow. Dr. Engels is giving the keynote lecture at a bioengineering conference⊠but that event will not likely receive much attention outside the scientific community, making it a poor selection. Ms. Ashworthy will be addressing Parliament about what is called a new crime-prediction technology, but that meeting is private, and will not be broadcast to the public.â
If their targets wanted to strike tomorrow, then, they would have to pick an event attended either by the Supreme General or the Prime Minister himself. âIt is not a speech, but the Supreme General is scheduled to tour a new intelligence facility in Specter, and there will be a press conference afterward.â Recently, the relative prevalence of crime in Specter had been the focus of some media attention, and a new military intelligence division building had been built in an attempt to mitigate the situation. The secret police had an outpost there, too, but as they were primarily concerned with the collection of information on major organized crime networks rather than the apprehension of misdemeanor criminals and those who committed certain unsystematic felonies, the focus was too different to do much but keep the crime very unorganized.
âThe Prime Minister is scheduled for a different press conference, which will take place in Vie, for the standard state address. The latter two seem most likely targets for disruption.â
It was indeed a rare moment for the Supreme General to have a moment to linger in his own home especially nowadays where secrets are slowly being spilled like a mockingbird's call. As such, he was grateful for a minute amount of reprieve and to be in the presence of his greatest creations as to say. Yes, he was no inventor or a scientist much like his fellow peer. However, that does not limit him in his ability to produce beautiful things in this seemingly bleak world of theirs. "Asha. Aislin" He called out to his children, his twins who answered him with great enthusiasm.
"Daddy!" Both of the girls stated with happiness as they went towards their father. It was truly by chance whenever they would be able to see him. Most of the time, they were already sleeping or he had already left for work. Frankly speaking, they do not see each other much despite living in one house. That is why moments like these are very important and never taken for granted knowing that their father is a busy man protecting the domes. "Have you been good?" The girls nodded energetically and began to show him their works at school. It seemed they were doing excellently and working hard. He smiled proudly at them and gently patted their heads. "Very good, both of you."
The girls were happy of being praised as they attached themselves immediately to their father by holding on his hands. Asha took the left one while Aislin took the right. "Daddy, I'm going to star in a play!" Asha excitedly said while Aislin chimed in too. "Daddy, I'm going to play the piano at the talent show!" He listened to them diligently as his eyes held such gentleness and peace which is never seen by his subordinates or other fellow Triumvirate members. It was clear to say that Caine truly adored his children, his family more than anything else.
"They really missed you a lot." His eyes rose to meet the loving gaze of his wife. The girls had already fallen asleep while curled warmly to his arms. Although, they had managed to tell him everything he needed to know and even asked him when their Uncle Teleus would be coming for pancakes. "I missed them too. Including, you, Nadia." Hearing this, she approached him who was sitting comfortably on the couch with the girls sleeping peacefully with an affectionate smile. She placed the cup of tea she had prepared for him at the coffee table. "I missed you too, Caine." After saying that, she felt herself being pulled towards him. It seemed he had managed to free one of his arms. Soon, their lips met chastely. But, it was enough to deliver that treasured emotions they have for each other.
In any case, they tucked Asha and Aislin to their beds before returning to the living room for some time between them. "You will be leaving soon, right?" He took a sip of his tea and gave a short nod. That was right. He will be touring a new military facility at Dome 83. "Yes. You're worried, again." He noted as he looked at her. Placing down his cup, he gently placed a hand upon her cheek. "You will say it's fine. But, I will always be worried." Caine can't blame her for that, knowing she is aware of the current events being filtered to the media stream, the explosion at Dome 167, the assassination attempt of the Prime Minister, and now the power failure of the Vie. "I will come back always to you." Nadia held the hand on her cheek and kissed it gently. "You better do."
Such tender moments continued, it was only disrupted with the ringing of his phone. As it would appear, time is up. He answered it. "A request?" His eyes regained its usual mark when he is at work. "Tell them it's granted. I will be waiting for them there." Ending the call, he looked at Nadia who understood that he needs to go. She had an idea what kind of life she will be having when she answered his proposal with a yes. "I'll be going now." She nodded with that loving smile and gave him a see you soon kiss. "Take care, darling."
"Of course, Rosie is a smart one!" Uno stated with pride and affection unhindered by anything as he returned his attention to the HUD screen. Actually, he had no idea that it can do such a thing. Probably, it had been looking around too much freely and due to various consequences operated one. When he returns, he would need to ensure that security of the doors and vents. It would be troublesome for him if a feline who should know nothing about locks was able to get through. Well, he was still proud of what Rosie could do even if it was just by accident. "Aren't you?"
Noticing the question directed at it, Rosie meowed happily even its expression depicted that of a smiling cat. "You're the cutest Rosie I want to hug you so badly." Rosie purred at the show of affection and knowing that would be impossible. It pointed instead at Stella who can be seen through the camera. He looked at the direction and noticed Stella was done with the cooking and even gave him a bowl to eat. It seemed that it was becoming quite the habit for someone to cook for him. But, the meowing brought him back to the situation which was being presented to him by no less than a cat. "No can do." There was no way that was happening anytime soon. The only exception would be the bike riding but other than that, he sees nothing to be gained from it. Hearing this, Rosie hissed in a rather annoyed manner and finally ended the communication link.
Blinking his eyes for a few times, he then released a sigh. "So temperamental." He murmured to himself. It seemed Rosie was irritated of being turned down. Well, he did spoil Rosie relentlessly. He was only taken from his stupor when he caught the question that Stella threw his way. His eyes locked on her face as a cunning smile was upon his lips. The childish sentiment which was present before vanished. "We'll be having a press conference." With a tap of finger, a scheduled itinerary flashed across the HUD screen. There was even an official letter to the media about the conference. "It will be held here at Specter tomorrow with the Supreme General."
A face of the leader of the Military Section, Caine Abernatty was presented. The man is a well-decorated soldier so, it was no surprise that he had been chosen to be the Prime Minister's representation for military might. He had no doubt that security will be tight but, it would not be difficult as the focus will be on the Prime Minister who would be having his State Address. "I'll be able to get us inside taking identities of being member of the press." His eyes flashed with excitement and unadulterated determination as he gazed at the screen. It was akin to a hunter keen on toying with its prey. "But, I would need a few minutes to set up to divert from the Network surveillance and then put it online where it could be seen." This time, his eyes returned to look at her. "You'll be in charge of protection. Think you can handle it?" He asked with his goading tone and those eyes sizing her up.
"Supreme General Abernatty is the Prime Minister's sword and I believe he is also in direct command of the GHOST." It was then he tried the stew that she cooked and had a satisfied expression on his face while giving an approving nod. "We're not there to kill anyone but, they will kill us if they found out what we're about to do. And that will give us a very pressing situation." He then closed his HUD and glanced at her sideways. Those orange eyes narrowed with a danger reminiscent of the first time they met. However, they seemed to hold a slightly blunter edge. "I wonder if you're up for the challenge, princess." It ended with a playful smirk across his lips as he ate his meal once more.
The pace he had set for them was neither fast nor slow. Usually, he would have hastened their departure. However, he had the inkling to preserve this moment. So, he did without much thought or rhyme. His eyes focused on the path ahead of them. He had already notified the sanitation crew about the battle scene. It was probably being cleaned up and being sealed off until further notice. He would also be filing up a report of this incident and send a copy to Dr. Ilyana Golikova as the matters of the Seed now donning the name of Cass is her relative. This would be used by him as a means to question her for future reference.
In any case, it was his natural duty to inform his superiors of the pertinent information he had obtained. Yet somehow, he is not certain of some the details should be said. Looking to his side, his eyes landed on Darcia who had finally spoke of the itineraries of the Prime Minister and the Triumvirate. As it would appear, they had nothing scheduled for the day. However, it would be different for tomorrow. Without stopping from his walk, he returned his attention to in front of him. His mind was currently in process of plausible scenarios and his observation patterns of their targets. As Darcia had implied, Dr. Dietrich Engels and Ms. Helena Ashworthy's appointments would hardly be a suitable venue. It was certain that the targets will not be returning to Vie as they would be placed in a disadvantageous position there. Moreover, they would not attempt another breach with the Prime Minister present.
Thus, there was only one logical location left...
Just like that, they continued on their path and soon found themselves inside the prepared transport for Dome 83. At the same time, permission to be added as bodyguards to the Supreme General had been granted. Well for now, they could rest as he is aware that when a new day comes, new tribulations will be upon them.
Well, it was a given that security would be high at an event like that. It was, after all, a military thing, and it would be kind of pathetic if even the governmentâs soldiers couldnât protect people effectively. So they would have to rely as much as possible on subtlety up until the key moment, which naturally implied more disguises. Well, that wasnât such a hassle. It would be better if they were not immediately recognized, after all.
She frowned at him when he seemed to challenge her, again, her eyes narrowing across the empty chair-space that separated them. âOne day, Iâm going to learn how not to take that obvious bait,â she informed him dryly, then shook her head. âBut today is not that day. Iâll do it, and Iâll make sure they donât kill you. Itâs practically my job at this point anyway.â Her half-smile was sardonic, but there was a note of honest conviction in her words. If there was anything she could do at all then⊠yes. She would stop him from dying. It seemed important, to be able to do that. If she succeeded in her goal of showing the truth to everyone only at the expense of losing the person who had helped her most, then⊠she wasnât sure it would be worth it.
The thought was almost unexpected, and either way, it reduced her to silence, so she finished eating without saying much, washing her dishes and then turning back to him. âIâm going to go practice now. Try not to almost die while Iâm gone, okay?â She flashed an impish grin and then headed for the stairs.
They took her out onto the roof, where night was swiftly falling. All around her, the city lights were brightening as their automated systems adjusted to the incoming darkness, and when she looked up, she was disappointed to note that the stars were barely visible. It was almost like what sheâd seen that afternoon was all some kind of dream, and yet, she knew with so much certainty that it wasnât. She could still recall the phantom traces of roughened bark on her fingertips, still smell flowers on the air. It wasnât a dream. This world, where those things didnât exist and the outside was a barren wasteland⊠this was the illusion. It was so convincing, even now, and for a moment, she wondered if theyâd succeed at all.
But now wasnât the time to think about that. Glancing around, Stella found a security panel attached to the side of the stairwell which had brought her up here, and after a bit of exploration, she was able to cloak the entire rooftop, so that what she was doing would not be seen by anyone, human or Network camera. It was kind of important, considering she was going to be doing things that human beings had no right to be able to do.
Many hours later, night had fallen in full, and she laid out on the roof, her arms and legs spread-eagled, her chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. She felt like she was getting better at managing these powers of hers, but she did wonder if she wasnât just fooling herself. Cass had said sheâd been making great progress, but she also wasnât near as strong as he was, and presumably the same applied to whatever person was actually running this show. She supposed that, when that person did make an appearance, sheâd have to hope that adrenaline and need would pull from her what was required. There was definitely precedent for thatâsheâd made great leaps when her life was in danger before, after all.
âStillâŠâ Stella lifted one arm and used it to cover her eyes. She hoped it would be enough.
Darcia was somewhat puzzled by the request for confidentiality. It was not that she had a problem with it, as such, only that it seemed unusual to her. She was aware of the implications of the information they had been given, and understood that even if she showed no desire to fulfill the design for which she had been created, it was now more likely than ever that the government would order her decommission and destruction. There was no mistaking that. And she knew that, logically, Crux would include the information they had gained from Dr. Engelsâs program in the report, meaning that whomever this being was, she would soon know just why Darcia had been brought into existence.
She knew that, but somehow⊠it didnât seem so bad, for what she received in turn. Which was simply this: that, for now at least, she was free to remain here, where she most desired to be. It was an unfamiliar feeling, the priority of one personâs company over anotherâs. Certainly, when her creator had been alive, she had enjoyed spending time with him, but this⊠this was where she liked to be the most. In the end, she simply nodded, confirming that, until he made his report, she would not release the details.
They headed for the platform shortly after, reaching Dome 83 just as night fell, illuminating their surroundings in bright, artificial light. There was a bit more of a sense of being on edge in this dome than in most others, perhaps attributable to the higher rate of criminal activity, but she was not especially concerned with it. There was little they could not handle, after all. The request for them to be members of the Supreme Generalâs security detail was granted, and they were told that they would be able to make a preliminary investigation of the area in the morning.
For the night, they were set up at another government hotel facility, as clean and modern as the last. Darcia did not sleep, but she knew that Crux did, and so when they reached the floor they would be staying on, she released his hand for the first time since that afternoon. It was strange, how she didnât like doing that, even now. In fact, she felt the strangest impulseâŠ
Reaching upâa considerable distance, given the modest height at which she had been builtâDarcia laid her palm against his cheek, the ghost of a smile flickering across her face. âThis one is glad that you are its partner,â she told him. âIt hopes you sleep well.â
Someday, huh? If she ever learns to be the kind to accept the impossible when told of, then perhaps that day would come. But when it does happen, he would probably be bored of her. Hmm.. it doesn't fit. There is a better word to be used than that. Well, he had other matters to think about. He did get the intended response he wanted from her. It was odd really. Their banters had become a routine for him which shouldn't be. They had only been together for a couple of days, given it had been life-threatening, but knowing himself, it was really weird. Taking a deep breath, he left it at that as she left him to his devices. For now, he finished his meal and when done took a good look at his wound.
Removing his jacket and shirt, he efficiently removed the bandages. It was no-brainer as he had treated himself on his own without any aid before. The mark of his stabbed wound had receded into a reddish flesh. Again, there would be no scars as it had closed up nicely. As for the flesh inside, it has probably been repaired as he could breathe fine now. He threw the bandages at the nearby trash bin and turned on his HUD again. Wearing his shirt in the process, he was well-aware of himself being different from humans through his exceeding natural abilities. And now being informed of others like him through experimentation, it does make him wonder.
Releasing a sigh, he inputted a few commands on his HUD as he compiled everything he required for the presentation of the truth. The very thought had earned a few light chuckles from his part. Before, he was fine with just falling through the cracks. Now, he was going to give away everything he had held onto for so long into the open. Why? A personal grudge done by the government to protect themselves. He shouldn't be angry about that as he does those kinds of things as well. So, there was something deeper? He stood from his seat and allowed his HUD to finish putting the program together. Taking his bowl, he went to the sink and washed it. This action reminded him of something in a distant past.
He made his way to the living area and sat on the couch as he began to work on his sword. It does have a few noticeable dents from the bullets it had deflected. Empty blue eyes flashed across his mind as his grip tightened on his sword. That man does not emit the intent to kill. He is a blank, the only thing which made it possible for him to sense danger is due to the goal of those bullets. Cass did say that the GHOST had been experimented upon. Leaning back comfortably, he raised his blade and allowed the artificial light be reflected on its smooth surface. "We really live in a fucked up world..." With that said, he continued cleaning, fixing, and sharpening his chosen arsenal.
Time passed by, Uno had not realized he had fallen asleep on the couch. Well, it had been a while since he could do so without any bother. Standing from his position, he did some stretching and glanced at the digital clock nearby. It was still nighttime as he entered the kitchen and noticed that the program is done. He had an approving nod as he took hold of the two IDs fabricated by his HUD. Now, everything was prepared. He heard an echoing commotion upstairs. It seemed that the princess is still practicing in the wee hours of the evening. Tilting his head to the side, his line of sight landed on some mugs.
"Oi." Soon enough, he was at the rooftop. Looking down at Stella who was sprawled on the ground. He handed her a hot mug of cocoa. When it was taken, he gave her a few words. "Don't tire yourself out. I won't have much use for you if you are." He stated with that mischievous smile and that playful wink before leaving her alone once more. Tomorrow was a big day for them. That is what his intuition is telling him, right now.
The travel did not take long as it is one of the nearest domes from the one they were currently in. Furthermore, Serza had already prepared all they should need. There was little to do except to take a moment's rest. It seemed the Supreme General will be meeting them at the new intelligence facility by tomorrow morning at 0900 hours. That is enough time to ensure every possibility. Speaking of which, he also did requested that other members of the GHOST team be injected into the security team of Dr. Dietrich Engels, Deputy Helena Ashworthy, and Prime Minister King. There is no harm for being ready in case of any slight miscalculations on his part.
Upon arrival at Dome 83 or commonly referred as Specter, they were escorted to the government facility that would be lodging them for the duration of their stay. Once, they were on their designated floor. The hand which he had taken into his was released from his hold. Of course, this was not his doing. Frankly speaking, he had not noticed as it was the most natural thing to him. Now, it does explain the confused and curious looks upon the personnel who attended to them earlier. Appearing undisturbed, he simply looked at Darcia who reached up to him. Her touch placed on his cheek and a flickering smile upon her lips. It should not assault his senses so strongly. After all, he even initiated such gesture before. This was not uncommon to him. So, why?
As if adding to the haze, she stated her gladness of being his partner. From that, something triggered inside of him.
His hands instinctively cupped her face with such tenderness that he is also not aware of himself. "Darcia." It was spoken with such a low tone much like a whisper. His face lowered awfully close to hers now. Their lips were just a breath apart. His crystalline blue eyes reflected only her face. But then, he stopped closing the distance between them and placed a light kiss at the tip of her nose. It would appear that whatever came over him had been lifted. "Thank you for being mine." He finally released her and stepped back to provide distinction for themselves. "Good night, I will see you tomorrow." With that said, he turned his back at her and went towards his assigned room. Letting that moment fade into the portion of his mind where it is categorized as meaningless.
Yet in reality, Crux knew that it was not at all. So, he knew now what he was going to say on that report.
"I have been informed that Stella Iaret and Uno Summus will be interrupting the press conference." This was the greeting that Crux and Project Zero received from the Supreme General. Caine had queried the other GHOST operatives as to what lead to such an assumption. No one can answer him except for the notion that only these two special agents could. In which, he was rather curious to see both together so comfortably if that is the word he would use to describe it. The incident in which Crux had requested for Project Zero's reassignment was still fresh on his mind. Perhaps, it was a good thing for him to give the android a choice. "General, the tour will be starting soon."
Well, it seemed he did not have the time to interrogate the two as to why the two felons would attempt infiltrating the conference set up for him. "We are short on time. However, I will expect the two of you at full alert and to give me a report after this is all over." Once, he had heard the affirmation of both. He turned his back on them and began to do his work. Knowing full well, those two will do their duties as expected of them. Although, he is also interested on the fact why the two targets will be coming. Somehow, there is a notion floating in his head. Still, he will not put it into words or anything concrete for now.
And so, the day began anew as Caine with Crux and Project Zero trailing closely behind him.
Moving to sit up, she brought the cup gently to her lips and sipped, rolling her eyes at his commentary. âYeah, yeah, I get it. Little use to you tired, and no use if either of us is dead.â It was unexpectedly difficult to say the word dead, though she successfully kept her tone light.
At any rate, Violet left, so Stella finished her hot chocolate in silence. The quiet solitude, with nothing much else to do at just the moment, left her with a little too much time to think, and of course her thoughts went immediately to the life sheâd left behind. To her aunt and uncle, now killed because of what she was, and even her dog presumably the same. They just really didnât leave anything behind, did they? Burn it all. It was a terrible solution to a problem, but she supposed it must work sometimes, or theyâd never use it.
But what was the point in killing them? They hadnât done anything wrong, just raised her as well as they could. They had nothing to do with the Eden project, so why⊠she sighed. Thoughts like this were only going to upset her, but while she could normally ignore them in favor of the things she had to be doing right that second, there were no such other obligations right now, making them harder to push aside. Her fingers laced over the mug, and she allowed herself the indulgence of being depressed for a while. Of grieving for a while. She did not cryâshe could not seem to allow it even given her decisionâbut she mourned.
And then she stood up and made her way to sleep.
The following morning was spent, largely, getting themselves into disguise. Stella was blonde this time, much to her chagrin, her eyes made blue by contact lenses. She also had a bit of an adventure with plaster to reshape her face a little, mostly around her nose and brow, giving her softer, shallower features. She surveyed the results in the mirror, matching them to the ID card Uno had manufactured for her. Apparently, her name this time was Chelsea Calloway, which sounded a bit ridiculous to her, but was definitely believable as the name of a journalist.
Shaking her head at her altered visage in the reflective surface, she applied a few last touches to blend the alterations seamlessly with her skin, straightened her clothes, and wet to knock on the door of the room Violet was using. âReady?â
Darcia was mildly surprised at Cruxâs response to her gesture, but then, considering that she had never before felt the need to make it, she hadnât expected anything in particular as a reply, so perhaps anything would have surprised her in some measure. Almost without her own conscious registry, she found herself leaning into that soft touch, and she held steady as he closed the distance between them, knowing not enough to understand what this motion would have suggested to the average person.
For her, there were simply no expectations, nothing in particular that seemed a logical conclusion to this exchange, and so she blinked owlishly when he kissed her nose, her smile brightening. It intensified that ambient warmth sheâd been feeling lately, and the feeling was not at all unwelcome.
Too soon, she thought, it was gone and so was he, but Darciaâs smile didnât fade for several more minutes. She was not the kind of creature that required sleep, and so she spent the evening making reports of some events, though not the ones heâd asked her to remain silent on, then pulled up schematics and other information that they might need at any given point tomorrow, so as to have them ready in less than a second should she ask for them, instead of needing to actually access them through the Network. When she was done, though, this left her with several hours to herself with nothing to fill them, and so Darcia did two things she had never done before.
First, she completed an internal scan of herself, projecting the results onto one of the blank walls of her room and studying them. It had always made her vaguely uncomfortable, to confront so starkly the fact that she was only a machine. Fundamentally different from humans. But in this case, it was necessary, and after sheâd made detailed observations of everything beneath her metal skeleton, she scanned everything over it, all of the organic parts that most took to be purely cosmetic. This was not quite trueâthese pieces of her, like everything else, had a purpose. She had a heart that pumped blood, and nerve endings that could feel pain, or⊠warmth.
The second thing she did was send in a request for Cruxâs personnel file. She wanted to know more about her partner. The request was perfectly justifiable in purely logical terms, and those were the terms that she usedâit made sense for her to understand as much of her partner as anyone else did, to increase the efficacy of their teamwork. But she was not herself convinced that this was the real reason she wanted to know. She did not know what that real reason might be, however, and so for now, she left it alone.
By the time all this was done, it was morning, and in short order, they were placed onto a government transport to take them to the facility in question.
The greeting from the Supreme General was highly terse, but Darcia was not offended. Instead, she simply inclined her head, and at the command for a report, replied with a clear âYes, sir.â And that was that. The two were part of a security detail that, while fewer in number than the Warfelt, was comprised almost exclusively of military officers. The two of them stood out quite a bit, as Darcia obviously, at least to those who did not know her nature, lacked the build to be in the military, and Crux, as a GHOST, was outfitted and equipped for a different range of tasks. Nevertheless, they were left to guard the rear, and that they would do, to the best of their considerable ability.
Nowadays, it had always been an early morning for him. Usually, he could laze around in his bed and let time passed by until it was the moon's turn to rise. He would admit it without revocation. Those kind of moments is sorely missed by him. Begrudgingly, he rose from the bed and stretched his limbs. He casually looked at his chest and noticed that there was not even a mark of his injury. It is a fact that this is his body, but really, it doesn't mean he could not find it weird. Judging from this point, he would say that his body has been getting faster in its healing accords. If he would guess what is the cause, it has probably adapted to his current lifestyle. He barely gets out without any kind of wound.
Setting that aside for now, he would need to prepare. It was time to use another skin to cover himself up. Glancing at the ID at his side table, he gave a thoughtful look and shrugged his shoulders. He will be Richard Thorne. That would be enough for now. Hopefully, it was. He had already given Stella her identity and it would be interesting to see how she looks knowing that she had a complication of being a blonde. At that interesting note, he gathered his tools and started on his new mask. And was soon finished long before she came for him.
"Took you long enough." Uno stated as he opened the door. The voice which spoke differ from his usual one. It had a much lower pitch and an accent could be heard. His multi-colored tresses were now the hue of dark brown. They were tied in a low ponytail. His effeminate features were now hardened at specific angles, making him more manly. Orange eyes were now replaced with gray blue eyes hidden behind black-framed glasses. "Ms. Chelsea Calloway." He noted with that cat-like smile on his face before exiting his room and closing the door behind him as he goes.
"Remember, we are working for VWTV." A reminder as he walked ahead of her. They would be going to the site of the press conference with the news crew. Of course, they would have to make their identities as legit as possible. He had already given her the details of infiltration to her HUD if she needed any reviewing. Plus, he had everything worked out for the filming crew. A simple change of staff at the last minute due to a minor incident. So, they would be going to the station's extension office here. As for the hoverbike, he had activated its auto-pilot features and mapped the location. They would need a getaway vehicle after all.
In any case, they had arrived at the TV Station and no one there doubt their legitimacy, especially him who had managed to quickly assert himself with the staff there. It could clearly be seen that he is used to such manipulation and facades. Soon enough, they were on their way to the conference, which will be held at the newly established intelligent facility's grand hall. As expected, the security was tight. The guard asked for the given pass. It was expected, but still, their IDs checked out without hazard.
Once inside the hall, it was time. There were a few minutes before the conference starts. He looked at Stella and softly whispered to her ear. "You're on guard duty." After stating that, he left the hall with only an excuse of going to the comfort room. Well, there was also the part that he needed to slip away from the attentive guards. It was not easy, but hey, he does make a living out of this. In any case, if something happens, she has a communicator directly linked to his. With that, he made his way to one of the storage rooms. He had managed to obtain the schematics of this place beforehand. So, there was no problem going in blind. He then took out his tools to drill a hole at a specific portion of the wall where cables could be seen. Taking out his HUD, he created a direct connection with the Network cables.
"Show me what you can do." He took out the four cards which will provide him access without interference. Taking a moment to look through his HUD screen to know what was happening at the hall, he had managed to gain entrance by gaining a link to the security cameras. He finally saw that the conference had started. "Here goes nothing." Running the program and activating the cards, he pressed the enter button.
For the duration of the tour, Crux had implemented a strict observance of all guests and visitors. All IDs are to be scanned, clarified, and confirmed. He had also required even minor changes in details to be reported to him and to Darcia. Knowing Uno Summus, the man is a master of disguises and without doubt will gain entrance to the conference with a calculated mask. He does not underestimate the man's ability to obtain the necessary information to create a fake identity. Well, there was one thing he is certain. The fact that the Supreme General's safety will not be the main issue. If their purpose is to exploit the so-called truth, they will either use this event as a platform and harming the Supreme General will be a foolish thing to be done.
Furthermore, his directives do not include the notion of preventing such information to be leaked. There are no issued orders as well. It was normal as there had been no filed report on his end about the data that Dr. Solomon Engels provided. As such, he would not do much on that part. What he truly here for is to execute the two targets. To that end, that is all that matters to him. In any case, the tour had been without mishaps unlike the one he had with the Prime Minister. And, it was soon done. The General had only been given a few minutes to rest before the press conference begins.
He did not accompany his Superior on the stage and satisfied himself on the floor. His eyes looked at the different faces of the media present. Every action and slightest gestures were observed with such focus. As for Darcia, he had asked her to stay by the General's side. She would have a more vantage point at that location. With everyone in position, the General stood behind the podium and began the conference. "Welcome to all of you. I am honored that you have come here despite the---" Then, there was a flicker of power which immediately alerted all.
Every available screens at the venue now presented white noise. Caine narrowed his eyes at this as he looked at the holographic screen behind him had the same scene. "It couldn't be..." He murmured to himself and the screen changed into black. There were commotion among the gathered crowd and they were silenced once again as all of the screens now showed a place which should not be possible. A place full of sporadic life outside the domes, various contradicting data which Uno had managed to gather from what Cass and Prometheus gave him were aired. There had also been an integration of the dialogue between him and Stella upon the discovery of plant activity without revealing their appearances, giving it a view of sentimentality and question.
No doubt that this information will bring panic and confusion. Crux could clearly see the surprise and disbelief of everyone present within the hall. He could also see the same expression on the Supreme General's face even if he was keeping it to the minimum. Perhaps, there was reality in Solomon Engels' words as well as the subtle words spoken by the Madame. However, that is a matter entirely separated from his order. An incoming comm took his attention as he answered it. His eyes narrowed distinctively. It seemed that this unsanctioned broadcast was not only being aired here at the press conference. This could be seen all over the domes, including the other scheduled appearances of Dr. Solomon Engels, Deputy Ashworthy, and the very publicized State Address of the Prime Minister to their respective audiences.
Containment would be necessary and he would start here. That was then he noticed something uncanny. There was one individual who did not show ignorance. Instead, it catered realization and determination despite how subtle it could be. Without missing a beat, he pulled out his gun and aimed at the blonde woman who is particularly identified to him as Chelsea Calloway. He has memorized all guests and it was not that difficult. Without a warning and seeing an opening, he pulled the trigger and the bullet paved its way to its intended target. The broadcast was immediately cut off with a sound of an explosion not far from the hall. In an instant, the communication link between Stella and Uno had been destroyed. There was then a sizzling and electrifying current present and not only restricted to them. It was in all of the domes.
"General, there had been a report of an overwhelming surge in the power supplies. It is happening all over the domes!" Caine took the situation with a clear mind as he set aside what he had seen for some other time. There was no doubt in his mind that this was Solla's doing. She was clearly agitated. "They woken up the beast..."
After everything was sorted at the TV station, they made their way to the site of the press conference, handing over their IDs when prompted. For good measure, Stella flashed one of those nauseatingly-fake smiles she always saw on journalists at the security guard who handled her identification. The woman seemed unmoved, but nodded succinctly in response, so presumably it passed for completely normalâat least more normal than a scowl would have been, however much it reflected her actual feelings on the whole thing.
Left on âguard duty,â she blended into the crowd as well as possible, comforted by the presence of the comm link still tethering them together. It wasnât that she thought herself the kind of person who needed rescuing, exactlyâonly that this was still unfamiliar territory for her, and he was the expert. Well⊠that and the fact that it was somehow just reassuring to know that he was there, that she had someone besides herself to rely on for once. It wasnât exactly a safe thought, and she wasnât sure she liked having it, but it was what it was.
Making nice with a print journalist next to her, she engaged in a bit of small talk to look less like she didnât belong there, even though her stomach was turning somersaults while she waited for the real event to start. She identified Project Zero on stage with the Supreme Generalâthat girl stuck out like a sore thumb. She was pretty sure sheâd seen the other one in the crowd somewhere earlier, but sheâd lost track of him, and worriedly scanned the knots of people in an attempt to find him, not that she allowed herself to look worried.
It was then, however, that Unoâs plan went into action, and the footage played of the world outside the domes. She was surprised to note that their voices played over the footage, reflecting their initial surprise and wonder to discover what they had. Even as the version of herself on the recording expressed her desire to show what she had seen to everyone else, however, she caught the glint of metal out of the corner of her eye and turned her head, locking gazes for just a moment with the blue-eyed assassin.
âGet down!â She shoved the newspaper writer next to her to the ground, the cry alerting all those around her to her presence. A shield materialized in just enough time to stop the bullet six inches from her forehead.
It was simultaneous with the explosion. Apparently, their actions had generated the intended reaction, in some sense. Fortunately, her shout had sent most of the reporters to ground already, and so when the debris started to rain down on them, it wasnât especially hard for them to cover their heads with their hands. It meant, however, that she was a very exposed target, given that sheâd remained standing. Well, better her than them. She could handle this.
âUno, we have to get out of here,â she spoke the words into her communications link even as the android on the stage made an impressive leap over most of the crowd towards her, some kind of energy-composed blade in one of her hands. For all her power, she landed with all the light, fluid grace of a cat, and Stella threw up another shield immediately to stave off the blow, feeling the telekinetic barrier crack under the pressure of the androidâs assault. It was at this point, however, that she realized something far more dire: her link to Violet was gone. Completely dead.
âDammit!â What if heâd been caught in the blastâŠ? Gritting her teeth, she picked up the android girl with a gravity field and threw her as far backwards as she could at the moment, hoping it would give her enough of a head start, and then plunged through a cloud of explosion-generated smoke into the building Uno had been using for his sabotage.
She had to find him.
Darcia surveyed the surroundings from her position on the platform, several paces behind General Abernatty as he began his speech. He was less than a full sentence into it, however, before the screen behind him, and, it seemed, all of those in the Domes, faded into white noise, and then to black, and thenâmost astonishingly of allâto what seemed to be a raw video and audio feed of what could only be the world outside the domes. Grass, flowers, and the occasional tree as far as the eye could see, and the voices of two people speaking about what they were seeing. She recognized the voices very well, and whipped her head around to scan the crowd.
Crux must have picked up on something, because he fired at exactly the same time as one reporter shouted a warning and shoved the nearest other person down. As soon as the barrier interrupted the bullet, Darcia knew with certainty that the blonde woman was actually Stella Iaret, and it was time to act.
A soft red glow limned her outline, and Darcia manifested the same raw energy blade she had used against Cass in one hand, sprinting to the edge of the stage and jumping off, soaring over the heads of all the ducking journalists even as the building to one side seemed to explode. Darcia knew that the government had set up no explosives in it, and she doubted very much that Stella Iaret and Uno Summus would desire to interrupt their own work, which meant that it must be this third entity that Dr. Engelsâs program had spoken of.
There was little time to waste thinking about that, however. Darcia brought her blade around and down in a devastating swing, her eyes widening slightly in surprise when the barrier protecting Stella cracked, but held. It would seem that her abilities had improved dramatically in the little time they had been apart. Indeed, the android rather unexpectedly found herself picked up and hurled several hundred feet while the target attempted a getaway.
Twisting in midair, Darcia landed feet-first against the nearest wall, pushing off of it with a powerful motion and launching herself forward once again, attempting to track the targetâs heat signature through the smoke. This was difficult, however, because the explosion itself had given off a great deal of heat and electrical interference. Pursing her lips, the android decided that her best course of action would be to predict rather than track the targetâand she predicted that Stella would attempt to retrieve her partner first and foremost.
It was not a prediction she would have been capable of making, once. But she believed that she, even as efficient as she was, would do the same, and so she drew on this empathetic understanding of the human woman, together with the knowledge that to have hacked those screens, Uno would likely have needed to be in the nearby building. That in mind, she entered it herself, scanning for the presence of the fugitives.
Everything happened within a matter of seconds. The bullet was once more effectively blocked by Stella Iaret's barrier ability. It was a troublesome skill if he would admit his personal opinion about it. But right after, the venue was shaken by the vibration of a nearby explosion. His eyes narrowed in wariness and a bit of confusion. He had thoroughly scanned the entire facility for hidden explosives. There was none and it was not advantageous for the government to do it. A possibility that it was the targets' fault was incomprehensible for him. There was nothing good coming out of it. So, he could conclude that it was the so-called mistress' doing. They had earned her scorn.
"Secure all civilian personnel out of the facility at once. Ensure their safety." The Supreme General's order echoed with pristine authority. His calm demeanor did not go unnoticed and was rather refreshing in such a scenario. Everyone managed to regain their sense of self. The military personnel quickly showed their affirmation and assisted the civilians and the reporters out of the venue. Caine looked around him and sensed the sparks circulating around them. It seemed to be the representation of Solla's rage. Moreover, it was happening all over the domes. "Crux." His voice directed to the top GHOST operative was filled with reprimand but swift action. "Show delicacy next time. Ensure the deletion of the targets."
"Understood, Supreme General." This was Crux's answer as he solemnly nodded. It is true that he had lost his subtle methods upon firing in a public conference, especially with the media all about. As it would appear, he had grown impatient in the course of this order. He immediately walked away and this time changed the cartridge of his guns. This ammo is a prototype developed to breach through Stella Iaret's barrier. There is not much to say as this will be its first test on the field. "Darcia. Find the other one. I will go on ahead." With that said, he went off chasing the target who had consistently avoided his implementation of death.
Upon the stage, Caine watched on as he took out his phone and called a specific number. "Marcus. Where is the Prime Minister." There was an answer from the other line which earned him a sigh. "I see. I will call Helena." He ended the call and jumped off the platform he was in. It seemed that the Prime Minister will be soothing the beast for the meantime. "Darcia." The Supreme General called towards Project Zero. "Uno Summus would probably be at the annex building hosting various storage rooms. It has a closed connection with the network cables for this facility." He pulled out a gun with the intention to join the fray. His guards immediately dissuaded his gesture. "Sir! You must get to safety!"
They were immediately silenced with a raise of his hand. "Damages must be mitigated. It is my role to assure the safety of the populace." After stating that, he looked at Darcia. "Go. Keep an eye on Crux as well." Caine then left the area while making another call. Soon, it connected. "Helena, make the necessary actions to settle the questions. The Prime Minister is already handling the situation personally." Because, he was very certain that this would cause a great clamor among the people. Rather even within the government themselves, he was already one of those people. Questions will certainly be raised, but they cannot afford such a widespread panic, no matter what.
As for the Equalizer, he was not hindered by the cloud of smoke surrounding him. His senses were more attuned to his surroundings as he pointed his gun at a certain direction. He then pulled the trigger consecutively releasing 4 shots. The intended path was of Stella who was running in search of apparently her accomplice. After all, his accuracy had never been a problem. He will always be on the mark. However...
"No can do pal." All of the bullets were effectively cut into half as Uno stood before Crux. He appeared to have come out of a chimney or something. The truth behind this matter was simple. His HUD was a wreck. Apparently, the meaning limited time about the usage of the access cards meant kaboom. Fortunately, he really has high self-preservation and avoided a direct explosion on him. Adding to that mess, it seemed the mysterious stepsister instantly traced his location and has been causing trails of explosion. It cemented the idea on him that she has complete control of the domes from top to bottom. Anyway, he will be thinking about the some other time. Because right now, they needed to leave. Although, he wouldn't mind blowing up some steam. He is pissed off as well, his HUD is utterly destroyed.
"It seems that I really got the stepsister or the stepmother really mad, huh." He noted while glancing at Stella. Afterwards, his attention shifted to the GHOST who was rather interested at the sliced bullets on the ground. Well, he looked at his blade and saw there was a very noticeable crack upon them. Great. It seemed if he forces it, the sword will shatter. He has to improvise then. Anyway, what kind of bullets were those exactly? His blades were created from a very hardened alloy which made them virtually unbreakable. It made him wonder if they were designed to pierce through Stella's barrier. This made him recall what happened at the Prime Minister's assassination attempt. How the collision created such a strong reaction.
"Tough luck. It seems you're still working for that side." As he said, he will think of that some other time. "Are you really just a mindless peon?" He added but then bullets once more flew towards their general direction. Good thing, he was rather flexible and acrobatic as he dodged it in a close manner. After all, this man was a vacant slate for malicious attentions. He could not afford to block it or cut it again. And so, he retaliated by throwing his knives towards the GHOST who efficiently shot them away without breaking a sweat. "Princess, a little help here." He stated but it was then the air around them sparked with such great electrical interference. It was like a slithering snake awaiting its prey. Nevertheless, this was a familiar pattern for Uno who widened his eyes in recognition. "Barrier now!" At that point, the entire building shook from the concentrated blast which did not identify enemy or ally.
What surrounded them now were fallen debris and a flaming landscape. Uno found himself covered in rubble as it had been a late call on his part. He took a quick assessment of his body. Bloody? Yes. Broken bones? Present. Annoyed? Hell Yes. Alive? Barely. Adjusting his vision, he was welcomed with the sight of a shining metal with a hole pointed at his face. He would take a wild guess here. It was probably a gun and the one holding it was the GHOST who was in tatters as well. He was caught in the blast but seemed to be gravely injured. However, the guy was really stubborn and was still alive. But what was annoying, he remained completely unaffected of the implications of that explosion. "Uno Summus, you are decreed erased." Defenseless? Absolutely. After stating that, the trigger was pulled.
Instead of hitting the intended target, Crux was pushed back with such great force as he hit a collapsed pillar. However, it was not by a barrier or even by gravity. What repelled the GHOST was a wall of blood. Uno blinked his eyes a couple of times as he looked at the red liquid forming a seemingly transparent wall before him. Moreover, it seemed the source of the blood was his. Confused? Very Much. This caused the created wall to crumble into a crimson puddle before him. As for Crux, he managed to stand on his feet and ignored the aching pain from his spine. It seemed that he had fractured something, but it was of no consequence to him. What only matters are orders. So, this was far from over as he raised his gun once more aiming at his target. Unaware of the creeping mad shadow watching over them with rage and interest.
He was here.
âI cede to your absolutely superior skills at pissing people off,â she replied dryly, though a little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Here they were, in the middle of what might just be their very own death scene, and they were still trading little verbal jabs with each other. It was almost⊠comforting.
It was at about this time, however, that they were interrupted by yet more bullets, and she dove to the opposite side from Uno, so as to present as wide a range of targets as possible, and minimize the potential damage to both of them. It was all for naught, however, and his request for help would have to go unanswered, because Project Zero had found them, and she was a whole other problem to handle. A marksman with a shot like that was nothing to be sneezed at no matter what powers you had, but the android⊠well, she was something else entirely.
Stella just barely managed to get out of the way of a swing of that energy blade again, knowing that her barriers probably wouldnât deflect nearly enough. Bearing down with a concentrated gravatic field, she attempted to bring the android to her knees. Darcia slowed in response, her eyes flaring a bright, fire-hued red, and against all the pressure Stella could bring to bear, she straightened, leveling her sword out to the side as if to charge.
But thenâ
Violetâs cry of alarm left her with almost no time to reactâshe had to let go of her gravity and create a barrier, something she had only partially managed before a large piece of shrapnel slammed into her from the left and took her off her feet, dissolving what sheâd managed to erect in the milliseconds before the explosion took full effect. âHnâŠâ There was a massive lesion on one side of her ribcage, and her left arm was sliced down to the bone, useless until her healing factor but things back in working order. It was an incredible amount of pain, almost too much to process, and her vision blurred in and out as the GHOST rose to his feet, pointing a gun directly for Uno.
âNo,â she breathed, reaching for whatever power she had left, but she couldnât get to it soon enough to stop the bullet, and she flinched and turned away when the gun fired⊠but the sound of Violetâs body hitting the ground never came. Opening her eyes again, Stella observed the wall of blood, and Unoâs own shocked expression, mirrored in her face. Maybe⊠maybe she wasnât as alone as sheâd always thought she was. Still prone, Stella moved her good arm to her pocket, depressing a trigger on her own, more functional, HUD, and then braced it underneath her, forcing herself to her feet.
They werenât done yet.
The voice on the other end of Caineâs last phone call sighed gently. âOf course, Caine. Iâll do everything I can.â No doubt her job would be unspeakably difficult for the foreseeable future, but sheâd known this was going to happen as soon as her meeting had been interrupted by the images from outside the domes. Some quick thinking already had Parliament on her side, and that would go a long way towards settling everyone else, but it would still be far from simple. But she could do it, and that was why she was the best at her job. âDo be careful.â
Darcia, meanwhile, received the Supreme Generalâs orders with a nod. She had no choice but to obey, and in this case, she would have chosen to do so even if the option was hers. She was off to the specified location shortly thereafter, but pulled up short when Uno Summus made his appearance outside. That rather truncated her objectives, and so when she observed the targets separate, she went directly for Stella, who responded by applying a truly fantastic amount of gravity onto the spot she stood. Such force likely would have started to crush a human being, but Darcia, as she was often and occasionally painfully reminded, was not one of those, and after some adjustment for this new pressure, she was ready to move forward againâ
Until the explosion.
She was picked up off her feet and hurled back into another pillar, but her damage was not extensive. Abrasions to her synthetic skin, and a dislocated right shoulder, which she promptly moved back into place. She observed almost immediately that her partner was in much worse shape than she was. What happened next was only explicable one way, as far as Darcia could tell.
âJenkins, Theodore. Sanguikinesis, regeneration. Seven of ten. Powers highly unstable, sociopathic tendencies render subject extremely dangerous. Date of termination: September eighteenth, year three thousand.â The ability to manipulate blood had belonged to one of the original subjects, one of those who had been out in the general population for some time before his termination. Given the mathematics, it was not infeasible that Uno Summus was descended from this individual, which mandated a change of strategyâ
Darciaâs progress forward, in hopes of backing up her partner, was halted. The reason was not something external, nothing that either Stella or Uno had done, or even a factor of the recent environmental damage. Rather, something strange was happening on the inside of her systems. If she was to use the common terminology for it⊠she was being hacked, by someone moving faster than her current schematics allowed her to counter. She froze in place, once again beholden to the whim of an outside force, and something in this felt malicious, as though she were being dissected by some outside intellect, scrutinized the way the human child would examine a still-living insect staked to the ground with needles. And indeed, she was just as immobile.
A small sound of distress was her only indication that something was wrong, followed by the sound of her energy blade fizzling out of existence for the moment. She was locked in place as the hacker overwrote her command protocols, remaking her very existence. She felt the things she was tear apart and reconfigure, and it was more than vertigo. It was beyond pain. It felt as though something inside her was being unmade.
Unable to do anything else, her eyes sought the person she trusted most. Wisteria searched, sought frantically, the comforting warmth of crystalline blue.
Uno had a lot of questions flooding in his head, but, they had to be put on hold. That was because his adversary the GHOST agent was not backing out from the encounter. At the same time, the guy appeared unperturbed by what was seen with the blood forming into a makeshift wall. So, he has no time dilly dallying especially when the gun was pointed at him again. "You don't give up do you?" He noted with such sarcasm as bullets were fired once more. This time, the blood surrounding him formed various circular shields protecting him from the onslaught. In that brief time, he had managed to regain a sense of control of his limbs.
What's more, he was also driven by sheer will. He stood from his position and scanned the area for Stella. It was not really a good time to duke it all out with the agents especially against this robotic guy. They had already finished what they had come for and there was no more reason to stick around. His orange eyes soon locked onto her form which was definitely in bad shape. "Tsk!" He clicked his tongue in irritation as the GHOST was still relentless as he dodged the slugs being released without hesitation. Does the guy even know the word pain? From the looks of it, the guy was also badly injured.
As for the android chick, he caught her from the corner of his line of sight. It seemed that she was on standby of some sorts. Not his problem though. The lesser the enemies to worry, the better.
With that thought, Uno placed a bet on his surprising protection mechanism of some sorts. He concentrated on his ability to influence it and this showed physically through his eyes as the orange hue began to take an iridescent glow. The circular shields which were floating and following him stopped and began to fizzle a bit as it released hordes of needles towards the GHOST. Well, he had wanted daggers but, it was a start. It will do as a distraction hopefully. For now, he made his way towards Stella. "Come on. We have to go." He stated with urgency as something akin to the sound of a motor echoed within the flaming hallways. It seemed their ride has finally arrived.
"One last push..." He whispered to Stella as he wrapped his arm around her as support and pulled hers around his shoulder. The hoverbike stopped before them as it temporarily rendered its camouflage off to allow its passengers. He had managed to get both of them on top of the bike. This time the driver will be him. He was more functional among them at the moment. "Hold tight. This will get rough." He stated as he wrapped her arms around his torso and revved the hoverbike. But, it will not be a smooth getaway that was for certain. And with that, he turned the accelerator and was off.
It was at that time Caine had arrived at the scene. The hoverbike appeared before him as he narrowed his eyes and pointed his gun at them. With one pull of the trigger, his bullet landed on the mark as the bike had now passed him. The rest was up to... "Crux." He looked at the Equalizer who seemed to have heard and understood the intention.
Words have no purpose in the given situation. As such, Crux did not bother and allowed his gun to do the talking so to speak. However, he found yet another blockade for his bullets. Before, it was those barriers now, it was blood. However, his hunches in regards to Uno Summus being a something similar to Stella was right on the dot. This would require a change in his tactics. Nevertheless, he did not relent in his attack of Uno who was now back on his feet and being protected by circular shields made of blood. It was more adaptable in his opinion as it is able to block his shots in an efficient manner.
Other than that, he did not allow it to impede his actions. Advancing steadily, he consistently reloaded his gun and continued his firing. He could see well that Uno was looking around the area. It was no doubt about Stella Iaret. The sudden explosion had caused confusion and separation. So, it was logical to seek allies and purpose to regain one's bearings. However, he would not permit for Uno to regain such standing. As they would say, it is better to beat the enemy to the ground. It would appear that Uno had sensed his intention and the circular shields had become even more of a hassle as they began to bombard him with blood needles.
He avoided getting a direct hit by handing behind the blocks of debris from the explosions. It was a nonstop attack and as he said was more adaptable for close-quarter combat. This indeed prevented him from acting out as he was now on the defensive. He noticed that Uno had made his move towards Stella Iaret. This made him wonder what had happened to Darcia. Earlier, he had noticed her going up against with the female target. So, what happened? Was she hurt again? Concern flashed through his eyes as he searched for his partner. She seemed to be restricted once more. It was an event he had seen once with Cass. Did someone override her command protocols? He could also see her desperation.
"Darcia." His blue eyes looked at her and with that notion, he strengthened himself to brave through the rain of bloody needles. Changing his ammo, he outfitted it with the one he had used against Cass. This time, he has fired it with great precision as he placed the bullets at the right positioning to cancel the source of the needles. And when it did, the blood circles had been dispelled into a crimson mess. He did not mind as he advanced towards Darcia, but then he heard the Supreme General's call. It was something he could not disobey as he took one last look at Darcia. "I will be there." Without a wasted moment, he aimed his gun at the running targets. He needed to finish this to return to his partner's side.
However, before he could take a shot, he felt something hitting him. His crystalline blue eyes fell on the source and it was none other than Darcia who has her hand pointed at him. His face was clouded with confusion and disbelief. The heart, which was supposed to be the origin of his existence had been pierced as his blood splattered and he fell to the ground. His world had turned into a numbing darkness as he lost consciousness. And without fail, the two targets had escaped the scene. Caine, who had witnessed it looked with shock. "Crux! Project Zero! What have you done!?" He ran towards the two as he lowered himself immediately beside the GHOST operative. Checking the pulse, he could feel it fading away as he made a communication link. "Man down! I need EMS now!" He declared as he looked at Project Zero with his eyes dangerously narrowed. "Stand down or I will terminate you here and now." At this moment, he did not want her near Crux. Not at all.
At another location, Solla had finally calmed down with Teleus' intervention. However, she had but a small request per say. A sweet smile plastered on her face. She had made her point and what she required, will be given to her. As such, her hold on a certain android had been released. "Remember your promise, Teleus." She chanted with a sing-song voice as if what she wanted was something very simple as candy.
At about the same time as Crux switched ammunition to take down the remaining shields belonging to Uno, they were able to get on board the bike, and Violet warned her that things were probably going to be rough. Well, one of her arms was still no good at all, so she held on as well as she could with the other, winding it around his waist and pressing her cheek against his back. The less she moved around, the better.
Her vision was hazy, but for some reason, the GHOST wasnât shooting at them anymore, and neither, it seemed, was anyone else. Stella didnât understand why, exactly, and she was dangerously close to blacking out, but she held onto consciousness just barely, because it would just be one more thing for Violet to do if he had to keep her on the bike, and quite likely impossible besides.
âDonât worry about me,â She said, the words slurred slightly together. âJust go.â She could at least keep herself stable for now.
Darcia was entirely helpless against the force that was now puppeting her body, apparently unconcerned with their targets and more interested in⊠what? She was forced to raise and arm, compressing raw energy in the way she usually did to create a blade, only this time she was squeezing it tighter, confining it to a smaller space and concentrating it for a devastating, bullet-sized projectile. Why? What was going on? Who was forcing her to do this? Hadnât she done everything theyâd asked her to? Wasnât she good?
When her arm moved of its own volition, she saw where it was aiming, and a choked gasp escaped her. Darcia started to fight the override, harder than sheâd ever fought anything or anyone in her short existence, needing control of herself to return to prevent the inevitable. On its current aimed trajectory, this bullet would kill him once it was released. Her hands would kill him. She couldnâtâshe couldnât let that happen. She would sooner terminate herself.
As though the realization had snapped something into place, she had just a second, just a bare flicker of a moment of control, and she was able to move her hand slightly to the left, only a fraction. It was enough, however, and the projectile entered her partnerâs body in such a way that it flew an inch away from killing him instantaneously. With medical care, he would live. She knew this in the same mathematical way she knew everything, but she could scarcely make herself believe it, because all she could see was that replay, as though the moment heâd been hit was etched onto the very surface of her memory. She would never be able to forget it, or to forget that it had been her fault.
General Abernattyâs voice halted her tentative step forward, and in the moment, it cracked through the air almost like a lash over her face, and she flinched visibly, falling to her knees. Her eyes were blurred by hot, stinging tears. âThis one did not⊠this one isâŠâ Her eyes falling to the ground, Darcia caught sight of her own hand, covered in blood and dirt, the former still dripping languidly from her fingertips. It was not his, she knew that, but even her scientific certainty did not stop her from seeing it as though it were. As though it did belong to him.
She had been hijacked, hacked, her will rendered utterly, starkly useless. That happened all the time anyway, in smaller fashionsâshe could not override her orders for any reason. But she had never been given orders like this before, never been told to hurt someone she worked with. Was that it? That it hurt this way because her violence, her intrinsic capability to destroy, had been turned on an ally? No⊠no, this was not that. That was not the part that hurt.
The part that hurt was this: she was watching him suffer, even now as the medical teams arrived to take him away, and she could do nothing to undo what she had wrought. The Supreme General had told her to stay away, and what hurt the most was that he was right to order that. Because she was dangerous, now. Dangerous to the person she wanted to protect the most.
At her side, her bloody hand clenched into a fist, and she raised her eyes again, to the aftermath. The wounded had been cleared away, and for the moment, only General Abernatty and some uninjured soldiers remained. She suspected they would not remain much longer. âPlease,â Darcia said, just barely loud enough to be heard. âThis one has been compromised. This one⊠someone overrode its command protocols. This one is⊠it is a liability now. So when you send someone to terminate this one⊠please do not send him.â She smiled sadly, using the back of her other hand to dash away the tears as well as she could, and then she stood up slowly. Inclining herself at the waist, she bowed before the Supreme General. âThis one can see that he matters to you. He matters to it, too, so⊠this one must eliminate danger.â The implication that she was talking about herself hung thickly in the air between them, and then Darcia turned away, looking to the east. It was as good a direction as any. From where she stood, she accelerated rapidly, seeming almost to disappear in the blink of an eye.
And though she did not realize it, no command would stop her.
From the looks of it, they had managed to exit the grounds with little resistance. Uno had expected much knowing the weight of what had been revealed to the ignorant public. Looking at his peripheral sight, the two agents who he had labeled as stubborn like a mule were not present. They were not chasing them, which was odd. Something must have happened in that short span of time which prevented the hound dogs to give chase. Especially, he was certain that the stepsister was very angry. After all, the calling card of explosions following him was not subtle to hide the negative backlash of emotions. Well, he will think about that some other time. The current situation was favorable for him and his passenger.
As he drove through the streets, he had already initiated the stealth system of the bike to cover them from the relentless eyes of the Network cameras. He had also programmed the best route of escape within the AI of their vehicle which led them to roads with less traffic and people. So, there was little trouble of being detected since they are this far. But, he still has doubts about what the Supreme General did earlier as they passed by the man. He was certain that the General pointed a gun at them and shot them. However, he did not detect a hint of malice or even the desire to harm from the man, himself or even the bullet. So, they were not the intended targets.
In any case, the truth was now out there. He was pretty sure that the Government would cover it up rather than to leave it out to open. After all, people will cease to believe in god if he bleeds. But for certain, sharks will come to devour everything. If he knew better the Deputy Minister was probably all over it by now. Anyway, they did their part. The public will have something to think about and to have choice what to believe. There is a saying that reality is simply what one perceives. That is how strong a person's mind is especially when backed up with something primal like emotions. He could vouch for that.
Well at the moment, they had finally arrived back at the safehouse. They will probably need to move out but not in their current conditions. He would need to tend to their injuries first. Looking at Stella, the girl was far in a worse shape than him. He carried her into his arms despite his body being wracked by pain. All he had to depend on was his adrenaline and indomitable will to survive. "I got you..." He stated in a hushed tone as he entered the house. It is true that she has remarkable regenerative ability but, it is still a pain to get hurt. Anyway, she laid her down on the couch and secured the needed medical tools and medicine. He may not be officially a doctor or even a licensed one, but he will not be beaten by those so-called professionals.
Then, he began treating her from the lesion on her ribcage to her bone-revealing injury on the arm. Once, he was done. He placed a gentle hand on her forehead. "It will be harder from now on. You did good kid." After saying that, he began to take care of himself and when he was done sat on the floor while leaning his back on the couch where Stella is. "I guess they were right... I'm a monster..." He mumbled more to himself as the scene where he was able to manipulate blood to his whim flashed through his mind. Then, he closed his eyes and finally allowed the sense of weariness take hold of him. Right now, they had done enough.
So, it is time to take a rest for a while.
Yes, the viability of life outside the domes. Solla had told him that Stella R. Iaret must be eliminated because that woman will be the downfall of all humanity. He could still remember the ferocious fire of certainty behind those golden eyes of hers at that moment. "I will do what is best for the people." Caine softly smiled at this. "So, do I."
And just like that, time went on, months passed, Creating a new stage, a new board for all of its players.
This question was aptly directed to a entity clad in a full skintight synthetic black armor with metal accents. A parallel prototype of the crime-predicting project which enhances its militaristic and strategic applications. "Won't you, my knight?"
She stood on her toes and planted a light kiss at the portion where his mouth should be. "As always, Solla." He gave a small nod while taking a hold of her hand. She brightly smiled at this as she pulled him with excitement. "Let's go, Crux." With that notion, he followed her without objections and complete compliance, because she was the most important thing to him.
Watching over their departure...
"Complete memory wipe." Caine noted while gazing at the screen. "But at the same time, inputting a new one." The Prime Minister turned off the screen and closed his eye. "She wanted him." The General nodded in understanding as he looked at Teleus. "She is not innocent as she appears to be." He noted as the memory of Crux being shot by Project Zero returned to his mind along with the notion of being overwritten. "No one is ever innocent."
For several days following the incident, the publicâs reaction had been rather explosive, but then that was hardly shocking, considering what they had been shown. Somehow, though, Helena had managed to calm most of it, and the average citizen was now thoroughly convinced that the government was working very hard on a massive engine to purify the air and water supplies outside the domes, and that the garden in Central was in fact a prototype for exactly that project. The lie fit together so smoothly that it was much more easy to swallow than the truth, and so even the most skeptical of people generally chose to believe it.
Of course, the government was doing no such thing, and she knew this quite well, given that it was exactly the sort of project she and Dietrich were perfect for. But they had been given no directive to work on it, and so sheâd occupied herself with overseeing the latter stages of the biomechanical police force that had begun with Crux. Currently, he was the only one, but development was reaching a point where it was probably not going to be the case for very much longer. Dietrich had performed the actual implantations and adjustments that allowed the man to hook up to the network, and sheâd assisted with the rebuilding of his organic parts, but the truth was theyâd both felt Solomonâs lack very clearly in those moments. No doubt they were the best living people at what they did, but⊠she wondered, sometimes, what Solomon would have done in their place. It was a worry that she did not choose to share with her friend.
All of a sudden, Dietrichâs deskbound HUD lit up, projecting around the now standing figure of the scientist what appeared to be an array of⊠cards? Ilyana set her jacket down over the back of her chair and approached them where they revolved around his still figure. Upon closer examination, they proved to be tarot cards of all things.
âThis reminds me of summers with my grandmother,â she said quietly. Summers with her brother, too. Her grandmother had been rather old-fashioned, a big believer in fate and destiny and chance, and had shown both Ilyana and Mikhail how to read the tarot, which was supposed to be some primitive method of divination. As with everything of the sort, she hardly believed a word of it now, but if Dietrich was appropriating them for some reason, she could be confident that it had nothing to do with trying to predict the future.
âYou can read them?â he asked, a faint note of surprise underlying his tone, and she nodded. Tilting his head slightly to the side, Dietrich reached out and touched one of them as it went by, flicking his fingers outward to enlarge it. She was able to see that the face of the card was something more intricate than it first appeared. It would seem that code was written into them. Well, that made a little more sense. Solomon and Dietrich had used to play games with one another like thisâthey would put encrypted information with a specific meaning into a seemingly-mundane image. It wasnât only computer processing power that was needed to decipher something like thatâit was creativity and unconventional thinking as well. Usually the image itself was a clue.
The card he had enlarged held a skull on it, and she knew immediately which one it was, though it was quite likely that almost nobody else in the Domes wouldâsuch oddities had disappeared into history long ago. If Ilyanaâs grandmother hadnât been so strange, she would have had no idea what she was looking at. âDeath,â she said, and it was his turn to nod, encouraging her to go on. âWell, it doesnât usually mean âdeathâ in the common sense. The card is supposed to represent the ending of somethingâloss, conclusion, sadness. It can also stand for some kind of transition, moving from one state to another.â
âVery good. How about this one?â Dietrich moved Death to the side and drew forth another. This one depicted lightning crashing into a building.
âThe Tower,â Ilyana replied. âA sudden realization of something catastrophic. The destruction of old illusions in favor of new, harsh truth. Crisis of identity. Itâs reversed, though, so thereâs the suggestion that it might just end for the better. Dietrich⊠these represent people, donât they?â
He turned to look at her, and the light in his eyes was one he almost hadnât had since they were children. She knew she was rightâthat light was the one he had when he felt he was in the middle of some grand puzzle, and he was enraptured in the solving of it. âThat is my hypothesis as well. These were delivered to me this morning, from an unknown location, entirely off the Network. Some of them contain data of mine, that I have been keeping away from anyone else, which means that the party responsible has effectively hacked my encryptions.â While it was true that a mind or computer of sufficient computational ability, like Sollaâs, could access the files Dietrich kept on the network, they were encrypted so as to be impossible for someone so literally-minded to understand. Even Ilyana, who knew him so well, couldnât always make sense of his encryptions, which meant that whomever had sent him this data was a genius on par with Dietrich himself.
It didnât take long for Ilyana to abandon all thought of further progress today as well, and she stepped into the circle of cards with him. âWell⊠what have you figured out so far?â
Dietrich waved a hand, and the cards shifted positions, grouping themselves. âThey were sent to me first in groups, and then a full reading was given. These were the groups.â She could see that Death was associated with the Devil, and then there was a trioâThe Emperor floated slightly above the Empress and the Hierophant. The Chariot and Strength were apart from them, but close by. Justice and The Hermit were paired, but the Tower seemed to oscillate between that location and where Death was. Apart from the rest, but still in the picture, were the Magician and the Star.
âI believe The Star was the most obvious clue, because it links linguistically. If we assume that it represents Stella Iaret, then it follows fairly directly that the Magician is Uno Summus. That gives us a clear enough idea of what the reading is supposed to be about. The others are a bit harder, but I think I know what most of them are. The biggest clue for them was the associated meanings of the cards, and the data I found in Death.â
âWhat data was that?â she asked, fixing her eyes on the card in question.
âCruxâs real memories.â
Darcia stood on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in Specter. It had been about two weeks since the incident, and she could tell immediately that short of someone destroying her memory entirely, she was never going to be able to forget what had happened there. She didnât even know what the results were. Medically, it should have been the case that her partner survived, but there could always be complications, human error, things of that nature. The thought that he could be dead was a constant ache, making it feel as though something in her chest was hollowed-out and empty. She didnât understand it, and she wondered if she even wanted it. Things would be so much better if she had no emotionsâshe would simply have followed the Supreme General back to Central and been decommissioned without complaint.
But now⊠she could not decide if that was what she wanted. Part of her, strangely, did want that. She wanted the pain, the hurt in her heart, to go away. She wanted all of the things that she could not comprehend to leave her alone. She wanted all of the memories to begone, or at least, to be the kind of thing that would feel nothing at all upon recollecting them.
Even thought this was definitely true of part of her⊠the other part was different. She had fought and subdued every government agent sent to retrieve her, though she had killed none of them. She didnât want to do that either, and the idea of taking a life now was repugnant to her. Because every time she could, every time her logic informed her that it was the most expedient option⊠she just saw him again, and she couldnât do it.
âHe promised,â she said softly, and only to herself, for there was nobody else up here. He had promised her he would continue to live. And she believed in him, so the thought that he was dead never lasted long in her. But the thought that she should be was more persistent. None of those agents that had come after her had been able to do anything. Not even when they used the highest-level override she knew the government had. There was nothingâno response in her systems at all. It was as though that inch, that fraction she had made herself move even when overwritten, had somehow broken the hold of her obedience protocols entirely.
She didnât know what she was anymore. Or if she was anything at all. She didnât even know if the fall she planned to take when she jumped from this roof would kill her or not. But stillâŠ
âHey.â Her foot was an inch from the ledge when a voice stopped her. She turned slightly, already recognizing it as belonging to perhaps the only person alive who might just know more about her than she did.
âBefore you decide to do that, thereâs someone you should see.â
Stella had been only barely cognizant for most of the trip back to the safehouse, and while she was aware that she was being treated, it was proving to be a bit too much effort to speak at this juncture. Still, her healing factor was doing its work, and in the end, by the time Uno was done tending to his own wounds, her vision had cleared enough to see him slump down against the sofa she was laying on.
In a better frame of mind, she would have told him to go actually find himself a bed and sleep in it, because he wasnât likely going to heal all that well in such a position, but at just the moment, she couldnât find the words. His won surprised her a little, but as all the events of the last few hours finally caught up with her and she really had the chance to think about what sheâd seen, it was clear enough what he meant and why heâd think so.
âAt least youâre not the only one,â she murmured softly, one of her hands reaching downward and grasping his sleeve. Her fingers curled in the fabric, and she yawned, exhausted. âGuess we can be monsters together then.â If he was what she wasâand he did seem to beâthen in the end, what had been her was now a they. They were the Flowers. They were the monsters. And, to her at least, there was something a little bit reassuring about that.
Stellaâs eyes slid closed, and she too dropped off into sleep.
Almost four months from the incident, and they hadnât exactly been taking it easy. It was true that most people had been pretty content to buy the Governmentâs lie about creating some kind of engine for eventual use on the outside, but not all of them were like that, not by a long shot. There was also the matter of the GHOSTs. These days, it seemed like the entire agency was after them, but fortunately, none of those people were nearly as good as the android girl or that guy who always seemed to succeed in putting bullets in them.
Those two hadnât appeared since the incident, though, and while she never admitted it, that troubled her a little. You didnât just take your best people off something important for no reason, and it bugged her that she didnât know what the reason was. Apparently Prometheus did, but he wasnât always forthcoming with what he knew, and so she had no idea, personally.
The hacker still occasionally spoke to them through monitor screens, usually to notify them if something important or dangerous was happening, and more than once, heâd saved their lives by doing it, so she wasnât exactly in a position to be mad at him for not telling them everything he knew, though admittedly, sometimes she was anyway. Cass was a regular go-between, and nowadays, he trained both of them. Apparently, Unoâs power had once belonged to one of his fellow Seeds, and their eyes were the same color, so it was a very good bet that was his father or something. But apparently Theo, as Cass called him, had been dead for a long time, even longer than her own parents, and so it was impossible to confirm anything without a laboratory, which they didnât have. Personally, she didn't think it mattered much, but if Uno ever decided he wanted to know, sheâd certainly be willing to help him find out.
Sheâd definitely taken the opportunity to make the joke that sheâd been all too correct in calling him Violet from the get-go, a little twist of irony that seemed almost too at home in her life now. But whatever the case had been before, she was embracing this now, as much as she possibly could. The thing was, between Violet and Cass and even Prometheus, things were starting to feel a little like home again. It was a dangerous thought, to be sure, but one she was willing to allow herself, because it kept her going between all the confrontations with GHOST agents and the constant moving around to keep themselves off the radar.
This particular morning, Violet was out, doing she wasnât exactly sure what, but she was expecting him back pretty soon at least. Cass was much more irregular, but heâd called her a few minutes ago and told her heâd be stopping by. So she wasnât surprised when she heard the knock he used to indicate that it was definitely him, but she was surprised at the low murmur of his voice, as though he were talking to someone else. Maybe Uno was back already?
He came into the living room where she was sitting, currently taking the tiny piece of free time to actually read something, and she glanced up with a small smile. âHey.â
He returned it and nodded as well. âMorninâ kiddo. Is Uno around?â
The question immediately puzzled her given what sheâd heard, but she shook her head. âHeâs outâhe should be back soon. Why, is there a problem?â She wasnât sure when it had become her first instinct to think that, but it was at least useful. Stella was always on her guard, now.
Cass grimaced. âNot exactly. It just means Iâm going to have to explain twice. All right. Look. Iâm about to show you something that will probably freak you out a little, but you gotta trust me here, okay?â Stellaâs brows drew together, but she nodded slowly, marking her place in the book and setting it aside.
âAll right. You can come in now.â He stepped slightly to the side of the doorway, and what appeared to be a young woman stepped through. OnlyâŠ
âCass? What is Project Zero doing in our safehouse?â
These past few months were more of a standstill to him. Yes, they were running about which was something he was used to due to his professional career. After all, it comes with the territory. But it was now of routine not only to him but also to Stella. Well, it was about time with their constant hiding and dodging the assets of the government still after them more than ever. The only difference was the personages chasing after them. He could not even see the shadow of that android chick and that blue-eyed GHOST which he had recently found to be the best among his peers. They simply vanished without a trace. Perhaps, his impression about them being stubborn as an old coot was rather an overestimation on his part. Anyway, it was good for them as the others were not much of a challenge as they were, technically.
In any case, he did not think much about it anymore. Right now, he had a purpose of coming to some desolate section of this dome. There was an abandoned house at the edge. He came here with the whim of curiosity. Before, Stella was the only one who was being trained by Cass. Now, he was also included in that session. It was because he too manifested an ability which should not be present within a normal human. Well, he was not that picky or could really care about it that much. His skill to manipulate blood was a similar ability of someone named Theodore Jenkins, a Seed. There was not much information from his past as all he knew was being dropped off at the orphanage.
Entering the building, he looked around the dusty interior. There were no furniture not even anything which can provide some kind of a clue to the existence of Theodore Jenkins, a man which could probably be his relative or more aptly father. However, he was not expecting much. Because at the end of the day, the man was already dead and he was abandoned as an infant. So, what was the use of knowing, really right? The answer to that was rather complicated than simple which he was not much of a fan. Perhaps, he simply didn't like the idea of something about himself unknown especially to him. It was fine if other people don't know anything about him, but if that included him then it was not alright at all.
Opening a drawer, he raised an eyebrow as he took out what seems to be a photo. It was really old and worn-out. The photograph edges are rusty and torn a bit. He studied it and could make out some of the faces. There was a red-haired boy that was probably Cass when he was still a kid. The others were rather smudged but identifiable. He could ask his trainer later. Although, he was a bit attracted to a male with the same eyes as him. Tucking it into his pocket, he decided that there was nothing more to this place and should return back. Stella was waiting for him to return during this time. He was not the kind to be concerned about making other people wait, but, he could make an exemption when it comes to her. Of course, he would never admit that. So, he left the area and went back to the designated safehouse.
"Is it my birthday?" Uno noted as he whistled which signified his interest of the current situation. After all, the android chick who was intent of killing them every time they see each other was now in front of him appearing so meek and what more, the GHOST shooter was nowhere to be seen. Rather, it was being accompanied by Cass. Now, this was indeed what one would call as a sight for sore eyes. "Should I consider this as a gift or a prank?" His orange eyes scanning the android chick with his trademark smirk. "So, where is your keeper?" He asked while glancing towards Cass, Stella, and then to android chick again.
"Did you come here for me to scold and to reprimand you?" There was a hint of sharpness in her usual calm and gentle tone. Her eyes reflected a stern authority which one would be reminded that of a mother lecturing her child. It was not completely unexpected for the Prime Minister to pay her a visit especially with the tumultuous happenings due to a video portraying the world beyond the domes being habitable. But more than that, he knew why this man who will always be just Teleus to her had come. "I always worry about you and him. Always acting as a lone knight, but if you would just reach out; you'll find others wanting to take hold of those hands." Being one of the founding researchers of the EDEN Project, she was very intimate with the details of the project. Moreover, she had been also the moral voice among her colleagues for the people who had undergone the experimentation. "You still have not changed since you are young. Pretending not to care, not to feel, but you experience it the most."
She released a soft sigh as she looked at the tea in her hands. "That eye which you cover is proof of that. Stop punishing yourself already." Her hands tighten around her cup as she took a sip before continuing on. "Brothers... Why is it that I have always problem with such siblings? The Engels and the King. This is why I want to have daughters or perhaps, sisters..." She said in a rather wishful tone as she placed down the cup and motioned for a certain dog to come near her. "Teleus, I only hope that whatever you decide. It will make you happy." She patted the dog's head affectionately as she looked at him with caring eyes. "In the end, you are the one who care the most."
Listening to the Madame's words, it had always gave him a sense of calm even since back then. He grabbed hold of an ornamental sword hanging on the wall and looked at it with a discerning gaze. This visit was not part of his itinerary for today. However, there are moments in his life that he needed a sanctuary and it was this one for him. "I apologize for the trouble." He noted as he returned the sword to its display and looked at the mother-figure he solely recognized. Well, there was also the part where she had taught him how to make pancakes. But more than that, she was someone who would remind him that in the end, he was still doing it for the better good, in the end, he still cares. "Thank you." His expression was now that of warmth with a small smile upon his lips. "Take care of yourself." After saying that, he made a polite bow which is a gesture that is only reserved for her. And soon enough, he was on his way with Hendrew waiting for him at the exit of the Devil's Garden Cafe.
"This is the best!" Solla exclaimed with great enthusiasm and enjoyment. She was currently enjoying a handful of dangos while the other people were looking at her intrinsic sense of fashion and odd appearance. Nevertheless, she is aesthetically beautiful. However, what really struck her rapport with the passersby was her seemingly endless appetite. "I would have Teleus bring me more of this!" She noted with happiness twinkling behind her golden eyes. It would seem that she was only but an innocent girl who was having a grand time while strolling through the town. After all, this would certainly be the first time since she had come out of Central. Everything to her is an experience worth remembering.
No one was suspicious of her energetic disposition. Actually, the people welcomed the vibrant color she seemed to exude in such a monochromatic world. It was a nice change after all. She was truly akin to her namesake in every way, she was the sun. Despite being carefree in her demeanor, she was actually here for a definitive purpose. At the end of it all, she was exposing herself for a far more important thing that sightseeing. She was here to punish those who deemed they know better. Her eyes darted above her as her smile was replaced with a deeper meaning. Of course, it was just a glimpse as she continued to walk while eating her dangos happily.
Hovering above Solla in complete stealth mode, Crux watched over her from such distance. It is why no one from the public is noticing his presence. Although, he was glad seeing her happy while eating her dangos. More than his standing orders, he wants to make sure that she will always be smiling no matter what. In any case, he was also currently scanning certain frequencies within the network which would be considered non-consequential. He believed it would be the best link for him to find the indicated targets of their current mission. That is to eliminate Stella R. Iaret and Uno Summus. He had already accessed certain files to familiarize himself with it. Seeing the digital imprint, it had been authored by an entity known as Project Zero. Something which he has not met.
Then in the middle of his search, he had finally locked on. "I have located them." Solla heard this clearly as she smiled very brightly as she raised her hand upward and then pointed at a certain direction. After all, whatever Crux sees is also within her easy reach. "Let us go!" And with that, they were both on their way as the lights surrounding them slightly flicker along with anything electronic. It was subtle but yet an unwritten invitation.
âMechanics never was my strong suit,â Dietrich replied, a subtle smile playing across his face. âWho is to say I made the transition a perfect one? Perhaps there are flaws left in him yet, though if so, they must be deeply buried. It never hurts to have a back-up drive, so to speak.â He flocked the corner of the image of the card, and it spun around in place on one of its corners. âSomeone knows I cheated a little.â
âDeeply-buried, huh? Whatâs the guarantee heâll ever find those flaws again, than?â The language was familiar to herâflaws in this biomechanical parlance had been used to describe Project Zeroâs emotions, and her eventual ability to break away from Network control. Was Dietrich saying heâd done that for Crux, just as his brother had done for Darcia, only hidden it better?
Dietrich shrugged with false carelessness. âWho knows? Maybe not. But maybe, if the connection was strong enoughâŠâ She had a feeling he was more interested to find out than he let on, but the fact that heâd done this at all struck her as odd. It was something she would have expected from Solomon, whose heart had ever been as mighty as his mind, but⊠not Dietrich. Was it just some kind of experiment? Or was there more to it than that?
He didnât seem to be inclined to give her time to contemplate the question, though, because he was already back to examining the cards. âWe both know who the Devil must represent in this scenario, but what surprises me is that our hacker knows about her. The logical conclusion is that he is somehow affiliated with the Flowers.â That made senseâthe affiliated traits of the Devilâselfishness, egocentrismâwere definitely ones that Solla had. Given the grouping with Death, it just made even more sense. She hadnât really let go of Crux since sheâd obtained him, so to speak.
âEmperor, Empress and Heirophant⊠is that the Triumvirate?â It seemed a little off, especially since Dietrich wasnât the best match for any of those. The Heirophant, maybe, but that card implied traditionalism as well as education, and that was far from accurate with respect to him.
Dietrich hummed. âNo⊠I think I am the Chariot here.â There was a wry smile on his face, and she supposed she could understand it. The Chariot had a number of good qualities, but also was sometimes a bit immature, which was true of Dietrich insofar as he enjoyed playing the provocateur. âThe Emperor floats above the other twoâsurely, that one must be the Prime Minister, leaving the beguiling Empress to be Helena and the stalwart Heirophant to represent the Supreme General.â
Ilyana whistled low under her breath. Someone had really thought long and hard on thisâthe associated traits were nearly perfect, and subtle in ways that she almost didnât see until she really looked back over what she knew of those involved. Both the Emperor and the Empress, for instance, could seem to be faceless authority figures in some way, uncaring of those beneath them, but they in fact represented aspects of fatherhood and motherhoodâwhich was, interpreted one way, a deep concern for others, and the knowledge of how to guide them even in the absence of presenting the full truth. Cast that way, it was easy to see how Teleus and Helena fit. Easy⊠but only to someone who understood their subtleties.
Glancing over at Dietrich, she noticed that he actually held a physical card in his hand, the face of which was blank. That was odd, but she assumed heâd explain when they got to it. But first⊠âWhat about these others? The Tower, Strength, Justice, and The Hermit?â She caught his sideways look, amused, and raised a brow.
âStrength appeared with the Chariotâitâs obviously meant to be you.â Ilyana frownedâshe wasnât sure she belonged among such capable company, but if he said so, then it was a decent hypothesis for now. âI believe Justice is our hacker himself, which would suggest that The Hermit is an affiliate of his. As for the TowerâŠâ He studied the card for a moment. âA piece of artifice that undergoes a catastrophic change. Doesnât that sound a little familiar to you?â
And it did.
âDarcia.â The government had assumed the android destroyed, for she had not surfaced for some time, and it was believed that she may have actually decommissioned herself. But if that wasnât true, and she was still alive, well⊠who knew what she had become in the meantime? Especially if someone as technically skilled as this hacker had been in contact with her. âDietrich, you donât thinkââ
âWho else?â
Stella relaxed slightly upon Unoâs entrance, rolling her eyes when he asked if it was his birthday. âDonât be a jerk,â she groused at him. âSheâs not just a thing to be given to people⊠is she?â The last was directed at Cass and the android herself, who certainly looked and seemed more human than any android Stella had ever soon. A very pretty human, unnaturally so, but stillâŠ
âActually, thatâs the thing,â Cass explained, glancing over and down at the android beside him. Her expression was smooth, impassive, but almost downcast. If Stella had to guess, sheâd say the girl was depressed. But what could make a machine feel like that?
âDarcia here is fully self-actualized. Her will is free, and her computational systems completely Network-independent.â The announcement drew no reaction from Darcia herself, but it certainly got one out of Stella, her eyes widening, darting to focus on the girlâs face, as if to look for the feature that would give such a thing away.
Darcia was attired in some kind of assortment of spandex and leather, fitted closely to her form, with blue lines tracing the fabric that themselves seemed to glow. In the daylight, it was subtle, but Stella was willing to bet that sheâd be visible at night, unless of course she had a cloaking mechanism or something. Her hair was pulled into a knot on her head, clear and out of the way save for the few strands that framed either side of her doll-like face. Despite what was probably a very high-tech suit, she seemed more vulnerable than Stella had ever seen her.
âSo⊠what youâre saying is that she somehow got free will, and now she wants to what? Help us?â It was almost too much to believe.
Darcia looked up then, moving eyes the color of bruised wisteriaâmuch duller than they had once been, back and forth between the other two just once. âThis one wished to find the answer to a question. If it remains near you, then it is certain it will eventually discover this answer. In the meantime, it will protect you.â Stella was about to ask what the question was when something in Darciaâs hand flickered, and the android brought it up for all to see.
The familiar flame logo that represented Prometheus flashed along the screen first, followed by a set of schematics the purpose of which was not immediately clear to Stella, but the man himself spoke through the line next, explaining anyway.
âI have terrible timing, and feel free to scold me laterââ that was obviously directed at Stella, who was really the only person who bothered to do thatââBut my Network monitor indicates that you four have just been found⊠and not by any old GHOSTs this time. Be careful.â
This should be the place according to the compiled and assessment information provided by Crux. It was such a peaceful place for the most part. Solla believed it to be as she looked around with light curiosity. Normally, she would have just ordered an explosive strike or even concentrated a great amount of energy at this area and let it disintegrate everything. But, she was told by Teleus to minimize the damages and to keep innocent people out of harm's way. It is true that she cares about the residents too, however, these liars were such a great impediment to the peace already achieved. That is why she at times get a bit high-handed in her methods.
Anyway, she will follow what Teleus asked of her. She was a good girl that way.
Taking a sit at a nearby bench, she made herself comfortable. Her line of sight was good as she could see the location along with the house. Nothing was blocking her line of sight and was she easily seen. At the same time, she was at a safe distance from what would be a battlefield in just a few seconds. Meaning, she could simply watch everything from her position in full relaxation. Once she was done acclimating to her seat. She looked directly above her with those big golden eyes of hers. It was because her knight was hovering there. This would be the perfect setting to introduce him in a new light. Moreover, she could see if there are things she would need to adjust.
"If you would, Crux."
That was the word he had been waiting. He disengaged his stealth mode and revealed his form. Floating above Solla, he scanned the interior of the building by engaging his penetrating visors. There were currently 4 entities as he adjusted his hearing device to gather confirmation of the targets. He could pick 2 distinct feminine voices along with another 3 male ones. The numbers were not tallying which meant the other individual was speaking probably through a communicator. In any case, he cross-checked this with the audio samples he had obtained as he has no longer great restrictions in accessing the Network.
"Targets confirmed present. Stella Rodanthe Iaret. Uno Summus. Identified associates. Mikhail Golikov. Project Zero. There is an unidentified voice signature. Shall I trace its source?"
Her eyes returned to the building in front of her. Eyes narrowed in thought and apprehension. As it would appear, that there were still a living Seed and Project Zero was still functional. It would seem that the Network has a few bugs and holes which allowed such information to be not relayed. She would have to attend to that later. As for the unidentified voice signature, she has a haunting sense about it. But, she was busy at the moment to comprehend it. "Never mind it for now. Eliminate them all. Don't make it messy. We wouldn't want Teleus to get angry." She stated with a sing-song voice as a smile was now back on her face.
"Understood. Initiating Executioner sequence." Taking out his weapon which was a gun, it was after all his most preferred weapon and has great synergy with. "Deletion commencing." With that said, he pulled the trigger as a lone bullet was released from its barrel. But, this bullet when reached maximum velocity disintegrated into many detachable shrapnel. Some were tasked with his targeting system to hit the identified four individuals present inside while the others struck the building's focal foundation points bringing the said infrastructure to a vertical fall. It was efficiently formulated to ensure the damages were less.
Seeing the outright collapse of the building, Solla narrowed her eyes. She is quite aware of Crux's combat abilities before becoming what he is now. It was impressive and with that added enhancements, he has no more restrictions in applying what he is truly able to do. This was truly not a bad choice, moreover, there is another reason for her choice really. "She is not dead yet." For now, she will not let her mind linger away too much. This was far from over.
As if on cue, the rubble which should have buried the targets burst open. Uno came out with his sword brandishing a reddish glow. Immediately, Crux changed his ammo and began launching shells that are meant to pierce any kind of blockade. Instantly noticing this, Uno propelled a large chunk of a destroyed wall to shield him as he pressed his bloody hand (courtesy of him) to the ground. "Just great, the surprise just keeps on coming." He noted as the ground below Crux began to shoot out sharp projectiles. Crux identified them as objects created from blood. That is right. Uno Summus has the ability of Sanguinekinesis.
As a countermeasure, Crux deployed an EM barrier around him which rendered the attack useless. Uno noticing this clicked his tongue. "Okay, who is that guy now?" From the looks of it, the flying black whatchamacallit seems to be an android. "Hey is there any by chance another Project Zero like a Project One?" He noted to Cass and their seemingly new recruit in an irritated manner as he continued dodging the bullets being rained down. Actually, this kind of scenario was familiar.
Crux raised his other hand with his palm facing them. "Permission request." Solla who was watching everything from her position crossed her legs and shrugged her shoulders. "Granted." Once that was stated, a thick stream of blue light could be seen forming from his palm and then, it was released to the much like a slither of light hitting the rubble which was left of the house. It caused a blinding circular light much like reminiscent that of a nuclear explosion. However, it did not explode instead retracted into a slit of nothing.
All, it left was a crater and everything else had vanished as if it never existed. After that, Crux released another form of ammunition towards them which was the one he had used against Cass. However, this time it had been timed precisely to minimize outside damages but, yet making it more potent when struck by it. He was not going to let them leave alive at all cost.
There was perhaps no other group of four peopleâfive, if you counted the one who was only present virtuallyâwho could handle something like that quite so calmly, but they did, Uno slicing into his own hand so as to be able to use his blood-kinesis. Cass blew apart the rubble as soon as it had settled, and Violet was the first one out, immediately aggressive towards the attacker as Stella had known he would be.
It was clear from the get-go that Prometheus was right, that they werenât dealing with anything quite like they had before, and Stellaâs eyes found the black-encased figure immediately. She didnât recognize anything about it, nor the strange bullets that it shot towards them. One of them deflected off the side of her barrier, only to cause a localized explosion that would have probably knocked her cold if she werenât still encased in barrier. Cass, however, was looking at them suspiciously, even as he used precise shots of air to launch them all upwards, to detonate harmlessly away from anything.
It was then that Stella caught sight of the girl on the bench, and frowned. There could be no mistaking it, and to confirm, Prometheus spoke in his odd, mechanically-altered voice. She was holding what had once been Darciaâs HUD, and she knew it was to her that he addressed himself. âThatâs her. Thatâs Solla.â
Stella leveled the girl with a very unimpressed look. âSo youâre the one that wants to kill us.â
It was at this point, however, that the⊠whatever he was asked permission for something, permission that was granted, apparently. Well, if there was a more lapdog-like relationship, sheâd never seen it. Whatever the case, the resulting implosion very nearly caught Stella, who had been expecting something do deflect rather than something to avoid. Fortunately, an impossibly-strong arm banded around her waist and carried her out of the damage zone.
Darcia landed lightly, setting the other girl down with care for her less-than-mechanical parts. Her eyes, by contrast to Stellaâs own, seemed to care nothing for Solla at all, and were fixed solely upon the figure encased in armor. Was it possible that this was some kind of newer model of Project Zero, as Uno had suggested?
âThere is no such thing,â Prometheus stated evenly, his digitized tones loud enough for all four of them, and probably the mechanical man as well, to hear. âProject Zero is an android. This⊠this is a cyborg.â Cyborg⊠until this moment, Stella had thought it a purely fictional term, for something that had once been human but was now at least partly a machine. Unlike Darcia, then, who had been created the way she was, this was a human being of some description, who had subsequently been modified.
At Stellaâs side, Darcia stirred. âInitiating Bodyguard Protocol. Power Output: Fifty Percent.â The lines of bright blue along her suit lit up on a path from her shoulders to her hands, and those strange swords that seemed to come from nowhere appeared in each hand; Stella would have to ask her what those were at some point. For now, however, Darcia had the right of it: they had to let loose on this⊠cyborg. Whomever he had been.
Using localized gravity fields, Stella picked up several heavy chunks of debris and hurled them at frightening speed for the flying figure. There was already a thick, dark blanket of clods accumulating overhead, but for now, Cass simply compressed air into very small, dense spaces and fired them like armor-piercing rounds, in several quick volleys. Darcia, however, jumped forward immediately after, swinging one of her swords not for where the cyborg was, but where he was going to be.
Impressive, but still a nuisance. This is the fleeting thought which Solla had upon seeing the motley crew of rejects as she now deemed them to be. They were able to retaliate against her knight. Well, there are four of them against one, though. They apparently had gotten stronger due to the lull. Yes, she knew that the order of their elimination had never been put to stop. However, no one was able to get the job done. It is why she had to place her personal touch on the matters. Others can be so unreliable.
That was when that annoying weed, the girl was a weed than a flower, caught sight of her. This will be the first time they had actually met. Truly, her hatred towards the girl's existence simply heightened. It is annoying and hateful to see that girl still alive and breathing. There was sudden pulse filling her entire body as she prevented it to be anything more. She would never hand anything to that girl who should have never existed in the first place. Her eyes of golden narrowed at this. The feelings of detest filled her.
"Kill. Kill them all."
Uno noticed Stella's point of focus as he followed it. There not far from them was a girl wearing the oddest sort of clothes. Well, it was not that peculiar as it appeared to be Japanese in origin. But, what really captured him was the intent of great malice. There was no doubt in his mind that she was the one responsible or rather the remote control of that black flying armor firing at them. They do say if you want to end something, don't hack away at its tentacles. Kill it at its source. "What the hell, right." Without a moment too soon, he constructed sharp like whips from his blood and launched it with great speed at the mysterious female observer.
Really fast and immediate, Crux was in front of Solla as he grabbed hold of the bloody tentacles with his hands. There were sparks present at the touch entailing that its edges were damaging his armor. Uno was taken aback by that as he recalled the guy was busy with the others. So, this guy is not an android, but a cyborg? Great. They just keep on throwing them a lot bull in their way. "My Knight will always protect me." At those words, Crux delivered a concentrated amount of heat energy from his hands to the crimson whips in his custody. They bubbled and soon evaporated into red smoke. After doing that, he procured his gun once more and shot at Uno.
Thanks for quick reflexes, Uno was able to dodge and block some with his blood shields. He now understood the purpose of eliminating the rubble of the house earlier. This cyborg was probably finding such debris a hassle and wanted to give them a minimized usage of defense and offense. "The spoiled princess, huh." He noted to himself as he heard that knight part. That girl was probably the other third person in the diagram. Thinking about it, she was probably the one which caused the explosions at the Supreme General's Press Conference some months ago. "We'll just get your knight out of the way then."
In timing with his colleagues, he gathered a great amount of blood on his hand. They swirled in a brilliant haze of red. He only did this once during training and it was not at its full peak. But judging by this cyborg knight, they can't be wishy-washy. He could tell that a great bulk of the taxpayer's money went into that guy. Frankly, this weaponry was living up to its expectation. Good thing, he wasn't paying those damn taxes. So, he won't feel bad trashing it. Synchronizing with everyone, he finally released a beam created completely of solidified blood with explosive properties at contact with its target which was the black knight.
Everything was quickly assessed by Crux. Those crystalline blue eyes hidden by his armor computed it all. His mental process was enhanced further that it was even greater than those existing quantum processors. Stella Rodanthe Iaret has barrier and gravity abilities as he had witnessed firsthand. Mikhail Golikov has weather and climate abilities as his atmosphere indicators warned him of unsanctioned alterations. Uno Summus had amassed great deal of blood with its intended target to be him. Then, there was Project Zero who had been labeled as MIA. He took a higher position into the sky to avoid any repercussions of the incoming attacks to Solla. "Activate Magna Carta."
Hearing the command, Crux recognized it wholeheartedly. "Magna Carta initialized." With that said, the trio of attacks all who desired to damage or even to impede him only reached a hairbreadth distance to his hovering form. Then, they simply broke down into fragments, before being deleted in a way an eraser does to whatever a pencil writes, the power of disintegration. This of course was one of Solla's personal add-ons which was inserted when Dietrich and Ilyana was done with him. It was not surprising since, the foundation of the EDEN project came from her. So, it is only right that she could do the same to others if desired. Yes, it does use a great amount of energy... But, he would not need to worry about that. She is his, after all.
Once successfully defending himself, he immediately used his speed in appearing before Uno as he delivered a roundhouse kick which made the male fly towards the direction of Cass. Then, he focused his attention to Stella as he appeared behind her and placed the tip of his gun at the back of her head. But before, he could pull the trigger. Project Zero intervened as he blocked the incoming swing with his arm protected by the armor. It was crackling and warnings have him informed that the integrity of his suit was being compromised. Still, there was a standing order in regards to this particular entity. "Project Zero. Standing orders are to retrieve for complete overhauling."
"No. Orders have changed. Project Zero is to be destroyed." Solla stated with a very calm voice that it was unnatural in a sense. "Do not even leave a trace. Crux." She stated with a smile so malicious and twisted. It would seem that the bright smiles she has were nothing more but an illusion. Crux accepted the order as the standing directives had been changed with great ease. "Acknowledged. Project Zero is to be deleted." He then pushed the sword away from his arm which suggested that his strength was nothing to be underestimated. A method, meant to outbalance the android. Then, he now sported two guns with different appearance from the ones he uses usually. One pointed at Project Zero, other at Stella as he released the bullets which carried the essence of Magna Carta. In short, it will not be stopped by anything.
Stella felt the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed up against the back of her neck. She knew how to deal with a situation like this, but⊠if this cyborg could really cancel her powers this way, then⊠Darciaâs interference interrupted the train of thought, and she caught the exchange between the cyborg and his mistress. Deletion? So this woman wanted to destroy Darcia? But why? She was an android; could she not simply be reprogrammed and used in much the same way as the cyborg was being used? Did he even have free will anymore?
She didnât recognize the name Solla called him by, but a flash of something on Darciaâs face indicated that she certainly did. There was little time to wonder what that might be, however, because the gun was still pointed at her, though sheâd used the time he spent trying to fend off Darcia to put a little space between them. The range was still point-blank. Even someone with her reflexes would not be able to dodge. Stella squeezed her eyes shut, throwing up a barrier just in case, whenâ
Faster than the human eye could ever hope to track, Darcia moved, dodging the bullet aimed for her entirely and extending a hand in front of the one aimed for Stella. Such were her reflexes and strength that she caught it outright, her fingers closing over it and the metal denting and molding beneath her grip. When she opened her hand again, it was far too mangled to be of any use to anyone, and fell to the ground with a solid clink in the silence.
It may well have been the case that the Magna Carta was an excellent tool against the Flowers and Seeds, that it could cancel their abilities mere fractions of a second before they would damage him⊠but Darcia was no Seed or Flower. It mattered little to her.
The same could not be said, however, of the person who had fired the bullets.
Darciaâs face was exceedingly calm, but this was a poor metric for what she was feeling. That name⊠that name had only ever belonged to one person, and if she needed any more confirmation then the way he moved was enough. Faster, perhaps, and stronger than he had been before, but⊠there was no mistaking that at its core, it was the same way heâd had about him. Slowly, she raised her head to look up at the visor. She knew the color of the eyes it hid. She knew what the voice sounded like without the interference from the helmet.
But she did not know who he was anymore.
âWhen the time comes,â she said softly, her tone modulated by an emotion her face was not expressing, âthen this one would be happy to be destroyed by you, if that is what you wish.â Slowly, she shook her head, extending her left-hand blade out into the space between them. Rather then use it, however, she allowed it to dissolve, and the same with the other in her right.
âBut not this you. This one will only be destroyed if that is its partnerâs wish. You⊠you do not even know this oneâs name, do you?â It felt like that something in her chest, the one that ached when she fled from the Governmentâs control, was being torn asunder all over again. Because if he had still known her, if he was still as she had known him, then he would not have attacked without acknowledging that first. She knew this, but she had to hear it from him all the same.
âImpressive, isnât she?â This time, Prometheusâs voice issued from all around them, the familiar symbol that stood in for his face projecting into a space without any screens at all. He was using a combined set of signals from various devices in the area, scrambled so as to be removed from the Network entirely. His tone was almost flippant, though the man behind the screen could not feel any less so. He seemed to be addressing himself to Solla.
âI hate to break it to you, but⊠whatâs yours is mine, and whatâs mine⊠is definitely not for your taking.â There was a slight pause. âIâd ask if you wouldnât mind me hacking your new toy, but thatâs your trick, isnât it? Iâd hate to be redundant.â The man behind the persona cringed a little at his own wording, but everything he said and did had a purpose, and sometimes, that meant he had to say and do things he was uncomfortable with, morally speaking. âYouâre losing your grip, Solla, and someday, itâs all going to slip away from you. Even if I have to pry it from your fingers myself.â
The projection vanished, and Prometheus went dark, leaving nothing behind to trace him with. But his purpose was done, and Cass and Stella and Uno had all had time to get back on their feet. Stella made to go for the cyborg again, but Darcia held a hand straight out, her expression still placid, though there was a storm in her eyes, and though the Rose did not know what it meant, Cassius did. âDo not attack him. This one will deal with him.â She would not allow anyone to harm him, nor would she ever do so again, but⊠she also recognized that this was it. This was the point at which they had to stand on opposite sides from one another. So be it.
âWell, if the knightâs busy, I suppose that leaves the princess, doesnât it?â Cassâs words were grim, and even as he spoke them, the first drops of rain began to fall. Prometheus had bought them time, and he had no doubt that escape vehicles were even now on their way to this location, but it would still be a little longer before they arrived.