Sleep did not come easily for Xiro, something he had been facing for quite some time. If Zion's dreams were bad, then his were right down petrifying. Every time it was the same thing, so subconsciously engraved that he could do nothing but wake from a cold sweat every time. He was lying in the middle of a road, unable to move, to fend for himself. Rain began to pour from the heavens, the black sky above seeming to grow darker instead of brighter with each lightning bolt that cracked, the thunder looming around. A man with black sunglasses looked at him, bending over, about to do something. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was as if he knew he would die from whatever it was. Suddenly, another man (The exact same man in fact) stepped up, placing a hand on his chest and shaking his head as he pointed down the street.

Surprisingly, Xiro found himself able to turn his head as he saw two figures facing off from each other. Surrounding them were hundreds, if not thousands of the same man, all standing in perfect unison down the sides of the street. Then the one man, different then all of the rest began to run towards the single figure. He heard a scream, one that he realized as his own, and then a lurching , as if the world was turning in on itself. And then the world was no more. And neither was the dream as he sat up, touching his forehead, and then the back of his neck as he wiped the sweat away, breathing heavily for a moment before he headed out of the room. He sat at the pilot's seat in utter silence as he opened up the pilot's manual, reading there with only one light on. He shuddered for a moment involuntarily as he flipped a page, thinking to himself. THe dream was so vivid, and so startling. It was the only thing ever in his life that had made him feel this way, actually. And he had no idea what it even meant.Finally closing the book after 30 minutes of reading, he leaned back in the pilot's seat as he sighed, placing an arm over his eyes as he tried to fall back asleep.

Ares stepped from his room, cane in hand as he walked into the control room, placing a hand on Xiro's shoulder for support as he took the seat next to his pilot, Sighing in relief as his back popped, contouring the shape of the seat. "It's good to see that someone's awake already. In fact, it'd be best to wake everyone up and prep them for entry." Xiro nodded at that, picking up a head set and placing it on, flipping two switches. "Good morning crew, this is Xiro your humble pilot speaking. Orders have come in from the captain, everyone report to the Plug-In bay for entry, our new mission is in."

30 minutes later, everyone was situated into their seats. Xiro drummed his fingers against the arm of the chair for a moment as he felt Zion walk behind him, hearing her grab the cord that would soon drag his mind a thousand miles away. He winced in pain as the feeling of a large pole being shoved into his skull could only do to one's face appeared, the next moment the feeling that he was somewhere else entirely shot to his mind. Looking around the white vastness of the Construct, he looked down at himself as the others began to appear out of nowhere. He said nothing to the others as the weapons loaded, grabbing two MP5's, a pair of P229's, and then a combat knife, which he attached to his leg.

Ares stood near a wall of weapons, picking up one, then placing it back down before finally grabbing two Desert Eagles and a SCORPION sub machine gun, nodding to everyone. "Alright, I will go into detail here. We're moving to the Oracle's, and we will be taking the car." By car he was referring to the black monstrosity of a sports car, custom made from his preferences after many hours in consolation with Zion on the exact details of it. They simply called it The Beast. "Xiro, you'll take driver's position, I'll ride in the back, the rest of you can decide who sits where. We're going for questions of what the message meant, as well as clues to the whereabouts of some things. Since we have not been there in some time, we will also be going for advice on anything else anyone wishes to bring up with her. Some people do not believe in her, but I find it comforting. She's never been wrong before."

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