Cody watched the two women for a while, before closing his eyes and listening to everything around him, to everythign outside of them around the building, using his enhanced hearing to do so. He relaxed slightly when it seemed the search team was moving on, but stiffened once more when he heard someone approaching. Cursing inwardly to himself, he rose smoothly, silently, approaching the stairs, he listened hard, waiting for any sign that they had found the hidden room, ready to blast out with attacks as quickly as he could.

---

Maria listened to the report, her gaze almost deadly in its intensity, before she said, quite calmly, her voice iron willed, "No, it was not the dragon creature. It was an earthquake. Sometimes, in natural disasters, the military needs to be assembled to maintain order, in the otherwise choatic environment. The military are equiped to deal with stressful, often dangerous, demanding and deadly situations, all of which can be seen in a natural disaster.

Perhaps if you use your common sense, which sadly Iknow is not so common, particularly in your...profession, you could see that, rather then trying to cause a panic, you should be praise the brave actions of the military, expressing concern for the people suffering at the site of the quake, instead of trying to generate a few bucks from an article.

Let me make myself clear, the earthquake was in no way a result of the dragon-like apperation, which we have yet to confirm even exists. There has been no sight of the apperation in a week, and no sign that there will be another sighting. We are doign everything we can to ensure peace remains with everyone, however we cannot do that with you reporters trying to undermine our every move. Anymore questions?"

The crowd was silenced only so briefly before the next reporter audaciously raised her pencil for the next question to be answered. Then everyone else followed suit and soon there was chaos. Was it really an apparition? It seemed very unlikely, considering the actual, physical, very real damage it caused. But then again, a lot of things have happen and do happen beyond our reasonable capacity of understanding, without deep thought and probing. Air exists even though we can't see it; magic is talented illusory tricks; evolution is in fact very real but we just assume we've reached a plateau. Could we really believe what we see anymore? Are we lagging behind? Are the supernatural happenings a sign of a further evolution we are not part of?

---

It is unknown when the inception of Anomalous supernatural abilities occurs in a human being. Some of the reports are inclined to believe that they occur so subtly - perhaps in their sleep, or through a sudden mitosis of blood cells and therefore a mutation of genes - but there are some instances where it is difficult to explain by science. How the new targets, the Cambodian twins, received their powers is a mystery in itself. Could it be more than just pure genetics that causes such a fantastical change? Trauma, emotion, environmental changes, social pressure - literally anything could trigger it.

Andjela Ivanović had found what she believed to be an air vent, conspicuous in its camouflaged location, and bizarre with its existence in the middle of nowhere. She surmised it to be the ventilation of an underground bunker but before she could go further to explore she felt... woozy. This was so unnatural that even Andjela herself was unnerved by it. Agents are trained to have the physical prime of the human body so for her to be at unease without any trigger was unusual. Before she knew it, she fainted.

A strange thing was happening to her body now. An Agent as fit as an Olympian and as deadly as an army downed by a subconscious decision to change itself - adding more to the mystery of how one becomes an Anomaly.

On the opposite side of the world, the twins' powers were only growing stronger and stronger. Their bounties were growing larger, and their belligerence was growing more and more so. The world is about to experience something it has never seen before, bigger than the World Wars, bigger than Y2K, bigger than anything they could comprehend.

Maria fielded the questions from the reporters, doing so for as little as she could, and getting out of there as fast as she could, soon shaking her head and moving away, she stopped at one last question, narrowing her eyes, she responded.

"The Supernatural signs are not in fact supernatural. You think we are being evasive. That we aren't answering questions because what is happening is our fault. You couldn't be further from the truth. Everything we have done has been to stop a war breaking out. If you don't mind, I will be getting back to stopping that from happening. Perhaps stop wasting my time"

And with that, Maria was gone, stalking back inside, she went back to her desk, rubbing her temples.

---

Cody listened, but something seemed to be wrong. Unable to stop himself even now, he opened the door, even though the agent was hunting them, he couldn't help but feel sympathetic if she was injuried or harmed. He shifted, wrapping light around himself in an armor, he kept a wall up between him, and the women behind him.

There were many things that Cody knew was foolish. And this was probably one of them, but Cody couldn't help it. He approached the agent warily, but it didn't seem like she was able to do anything. He watched her, frowming slightly, studying the light she gave off.

Andjela shifted, then shivered against the cold, icy ground. She rubbed her eyes and observed her surroundings, only to stop and stare blankly at the target she had been hunting for the past few hours. She'd let her guard down and she could be dead here on the spot. Piteous and unfair, really, considering that her sudden wooziness was really just that: sudden and random.

"I guess you won't believe me when I say that I'm a random lady out in the middle of the woods."

Her first immediate plan of action now was to escape. With her intentions in mind, she felt a bizarre feeling roam through her body. It was foreign, a feeling that you could not describe because it was something you'd never felt before, incomparable to anything else, leading you to only describe it as itself. It was odd, but when she planned her supposed action, it worked.

All of a sudden, by natural decay, several large trees gave way and were tipping over, threatening to crush Cody. With the target distracted, Andjela burst and fled the scene. In her wake, huge gathered snow fell from the tops of trees, impacting the ground and making a natural smoke-screen. She was gone.

Cody knew he shouldn't have been out there, shouldn't have approached the woman. He shook his head and sighed at her question, shifting, he was ready to act at a moments notice. The sound of creaking, of wood moving, caused him to react in the blink of an eye, flashing a shield of light around himself, he wasn't foolish enough to leave the hatch vulnerable, as he flew light over that as well, protecting it from the woman. He threw light towards where the woman had been, his gaze roaming over the land, watching her light fade.

He gave a soft, weary sigh, wondering how long the woman would be gone for, and how long he'd have to be on guard. Heading back down the hatch, Cody reinforced the room with light, laying walls of light along the walls, the roof, so that if the woman did what she had just done-and wasn't that interesting, an agent with powers? He'd have to ask Caits about that.

Perhaps she had only just developed them, and that caused a whole lot of other questions to pop up. Could powers just spontaneously develop? How did that happen? Cody couldn't remember a time when he didn't have powers. And yet, it seemed that Gerswhins had only developed so strongly under the strain of their captivitiy. Frowning over that, Cody sat down by the women, watching the door, and trying to figure out such questions.

Gershwin May had come to, awoken from what felt like the umpteenth time of involuntary and voluntary slumber. Each time, the mental strain was getting to her and it was giving her fatigue even after being well-rested, and not having a single tear and wear on her body. Just how much more could she take?

She turned to the sound of steps coming down the stairs. Cody was not here, and Caits was still defenseless. While she should have counted on their hideout being secret, she should not depend on it. Without Cody, she was left to defend the two of them, and getting hurt was not an option. She rushed over to Caits' side, wrapping and covering her with her quilt, and hid to the corner away from the entrance point, hoping for a sneak attack, if anything.

But she couldn't lie to herself: she wanted to run more than defend Caits or herself. She was so tired, so exhausted from something she couldn't control. It was a sigh of almost orgasmic relief when it turned out to be Cody himself that came down the stairs.

She rushed to his side and hugged him, digging her face into his warm body, speaking:

"I was so scared... I can't take this anymore..."

---

"What was that...?"

Andjela could not understand what had happened that led her to her escape. It was an extremely lucky turn of events that those trees had somehow just been old enough that they decayed and fell right at that opportune moment, and for the snow to have accumulated enough for it to fall. She had not planned any of it to happen, and yet it all did. Everything had just worked out in her favour that it was almost unnatural.

She was perched on a branch atop a tree, still visible to ground level eyes but who would be out in this weather in the first place. She tried her luck in the hopes that the Anomaly target would not follow. It was so against her: to be so terrifically trained to be meticulous and well-planned, only to have relied on "luck" to escape. It felt shameful. She trembled in anger, in confusion, trying to wonder what had she done wrong, when a bullet had passed right by her, scraping off the bark just beside her head.

It was the search team she was tailing from before. They could not find their Targets to give a damn, but at least she knew they had eyes to see a full-grown woman on a tree.

"Почему ты в меня стреляют? | Why are you shooting at me?"

"Get down from there. Now."

"Не понимаю. | I don't understand."

"Now."

Got down she did, nimble as she was like a squirrel racing to get its hibernation's worth. She was going to feign innocence, but perhaps they fired on her because of her army-grade winter gear. She was out of cover, and out of luck. So much for that.

"Who do you work for?" the leader spoke.

Andjela sighed, annoyed, really, and replied: "You still haven't answered my question of why you shot at me."

"I ask the questions here. You are wearing UN grade uniform but we do not remember you being assigned with us on this expedition. State who you work for."

Andjela was done for. She forgot how many strikes she got for disobedience, and how many strings had to be pulled just for her. Perhaps this was the last straw, and this was going to be it for her. Orders will be relayed back to this ad hoc firing squad to take her out. Agents were made to be anonymous, all records gone. She will not be missed. She could only hope for an escape of the miraculous kind.

Unless...

It was nigh impossible to escape their fire range and accuracy, nothing could prepare her for this. But if luck was on her side before, it might be with her still now. It was inane, childish, ridiculous. But... could it be?

Her left calf tensed, and she jumped to the left. Bullets were fired, but not a single shot hit her. Somehow, almost as if staged, with blind luck, she weaved and dodged each bullet perfectly, something statistically impossible in her circumstances. She continued to jump, flip, and pirouette until they all had to reload. She eyed the closest one to her and unfortunately, the soldier's rifle misfired, and the bullet jammed and exploded in his face. Andjela rolled to his side, and his pistol lock, unlocked, gave her her own weapon.

Never done before, she laid on her back, and fired wildly in a cone in front of her. Bullets curved and managed to his the right spots. The entire team was dead. If it wasn't her own special skills that saved her, it was something else. This was too much to be luck.

Was she becoming the thing she was hunting?

The leader's walkie-talkie sounded, asking for their current status. She picked it up.

"They're all dead."

"What? Who's this?"

"You know me as Andjela Ivanovic, United Nations Agent Programme... But now I go by the name Destiny"

---

Maria was right about military control being sent to instate control and order while search and rescue was being conducted on the devastated Pub Street. With the police force as much gone as the popular tourist spot, a higher power needs to step in to make sure everything and everyone gets sorted and progress can be made without much hindrance.

It was the kind of leisure Dara and Thy were not afforded. Where was their rescue when they needed it? Where was the help they needed now when all was lost for them? It was so unfair. They were lost, jealous, and angry. If they couldn't get any help, why should any of the people who got so much more from life? The twins' lives might as well had ended years ago, but they pulled through, only barely. It would have been simple to just go over and take down everything, sink it all to the ground. But they wanted to send fear. They wanted everyone to see what they could not possibly defeat, what they could not handle, what they could not escape.

Pub Street was only ten minutes away, but it was still a way's away. They devised a modus operandi so ingenious, they scared themselves.



Thy gathered himself in the plot of land outside his home, the wreckage of their most recent rampage still present. The ground shifted beneath his feet, and large stones and earth collected into each other. The end result was an enormous Stone Golem, with bulky arms and legs, and hardened rock that was almost bullet- and shatter-proof. Dara's mind reached inside his head and now she shared a consciousness with it. She could see what it could see, but she did not need to control it. It took orders from Dara well, raising his hand, but it behaved like a tamed animal, waiting for cues for action. In the spur of the moment, she felt a presence foreign to her. Four new minds, with inquisitive, malevolent thoughts.

The search team had no idea that they were found, and the next second, they bled from their eyes and ears. The search team had barely started their work and they were gone already.

The Stone Golem marched towards the militarized zone. Heavy footsteps marked its entrance, and people watched, screamed, and ran away from it. People trapped in cars were trampled, and the juggernaut of stone kept rolling. Soldiers held their position and fired onto the thing. Nothing. The Stone Golem wreaked havoc, conventional weapons ineffective against them. Because Dara could see what the Stone Golem could see, she was in a sense also present in Pub Street. She held hands with Thy, and together, they shared its consciousness. Stone Soldiers crawled up from the ground, so humanlike but lacking in certain features that made them so eerie. They marched slowly, but their sheer numbers outnumbered everyone in Pub Street and the surrounding areas of Pub Street. It was now a full-on fight between the two Cambodian Anomalies, and the Humans.

---

Viccar was watching the news coverage, and he thought to share this videofeed to Ms. Jordan's computer. They were watching the same horrible thing:

A newsreporter was barely standing as the ground shook beneath her. Behind her was the Stone Golem visibly destroying everything in its path, from the constructions, to army vehicles. Nothing was stopping it. Stone Soldiers around it were grabbing people and ripping them apart, and beating them to a pulp.

A man was screaming into the camera, and the UN's instantaneous translator translated his screams:

"That Maria Jordan bitch is a liar! This is no earthquake! This is a full on monster invasion! We are under attack! We need help!" The camera turned violently to the face of a Stone Soldier. Its fist rammed through the screen. The footage was cut.

Viccar slammed the door open.

'Siem Reap is under attack, we assume by the twins. The search team barely got to do anything and they were taken down. The search team in Russia looking for our three Targets are not responding, and there was a voice on their end. It's Russia's own Agent, Andjela Ivanovic. She said she's now going by the name Destiny.'

After a slew of bad news, he gave the one good news he thought might be helpful.

'We found the Three Targets however. Satellite-imagining and tracing back old records showed us a Soviet-era bunker, the only one in the large region. They must be there. There is internet connection there that we can hack and access.'

'Perhaps, ma'am: we could talk to them.'

As Gerswhin rushed to him, hugged him, Cody let his arms slide around her, trying to comfort her, to try and make things better simply...he was probably fooling himself. How could he say it would be better? They were being hunted. Who knew what had been done to them? He sighed softly, at her words, and reached to stroke her hair, his touch gentle.

"I'm not going to let you be hurt again, if I can help it, Gerswhin. We're safe here. My light cannot be broken"

He spoke with confidence, knowing it was true. By creating walls of light, Cody could keep the room safe, even if the walls were taken down. He could keep them safe, so long as there was light he could replenish himself with.

"It will be okay"

He would make it okay, no matter what it took. He would make it so they were safe, so that they wouldn't have to fear being taken in again, or killed. So they wouldn't be hunted again and again, for the rest of their lives, no matter how short that was. Because the alternative was to just lay down and die.

"I promise. I will make it so"

He didn't know how. But he would. He was briht, intelligent. He could figure it out. He could do this. Even if it took everything he had, he would do it. There had to be something. Anything. He closed his eyes, weary. Drawing a breath, Cody began to softly sing. It was all he had right then, and he sought to inspire hope.

His voice rose and fell with the song, something meaningless, really. Yet often it wasn't the words, but the tone, the feeling of the song. And a part of Cody always put his soul into a song. He trailed off slowly, the music seeming to hang around for a moment or two, before disappitating. He weaved light a moment, around the stairs, the walls to strengthen them, He would keep them safe.

Swallowing, he looked down to Gerswhin, to see how she was.

---

Maria was just contemplating the pros and cons of throwing something into the screen, for a second, as she gripped her desk tightly, digging her fingers into the desk. She looked up as Viccar entered, her expression blank, the fury toiling within her hidden. Which was probably more dangerous then normal. She rose slowly, smoothly.

Her nostrials flared, the only sign of anger she let show. "Talk to them? Pray tell, Viccar, who will talk to them? No one can get close, the one person that did, thanks to those Russian Assholes, screwed up, and is now running around calling herself "Destiny", while the team sent to secure two children has now screwed up so much, that exposure beyond anything we can deal with has now been seen by the world.

Who will go talk to them? You?" She laughed, shaking her head

Gershwin looked up at Cody, and for the first time she truly observed his admirable features and the closure he emanated. Such a gentle yet dependable person, yet literally blind still so strong and capable - such a shame that his life was being sought after, and not to be shared to the world.

She let him go to walk over to Caits' side, and her heart sunk at the sight of her own doing to the former Agent. She was hanging in there, tough - or calloused - depending on how you looked at it - as she was to be. She knew they were being hunted down, so Caits' being weak is such a disadvantage to them. If only she could heal like they could.

"Cody," she softly spoke, "you don't think... your light could help her, do you?"

"I can only do harm, but you can do great things with your gifts."

---

Viccar braved through the slew of rage and humiliation, and knew he had to speak up his point - if not for the world, at least for himself.

'As I said,' he cleared his throat, speaking louder, and moving over to her side to her computer.

'There is an internet connection within their bunker that we can hack and access. We don't have to get close. We can just talk to them right here and now.'

He typed a few more lines of code before leaving the enter button to Ms. Jordan to initiate the computer, and camera, establishing a connection between them.

Cody looked to Gershwin, unsure off the answer. He had never tried to heal someone with his abilities, he wasn't even quite sure how he himself healed. It just seemed to happen. He frowned, and gave a soft sigh. Crouching by the former agent, he studied her a moment.

"I'm not sure"

He spoke softly, not particularly wanting to try, in case he did something wrong, but knowing that if Caits didn't get better soon, she could potentially suffer server consequences, and they did need her to be at, at least, a good measure of strength. It was a risk, Cody knew. Risk and reward, he mused. They'd certainly taken a lot of risks, the last few weeks.

He closed his eyes, letting out a soft breath, before inhaling slowly, laying a hand over Caits heart, He started to sing softly, a song he had never sung before, a song he doubted he'd even be able to recall, once it was over. It didn't even seem to be english. Power seemed to swim through him, but he wasn't even sure what it was he was doing. Light swirled around him, but he wasn't sure at all if anything was happening.

---

Maria shook her head, wearily. "And what would you have me say, Viccer? Beg them to help with the twins? To clean up a mess that is undoubtedly theirs, anyway? To make it so we seem weak?" She said, her tone low, dangerously so.

"Yes," Viccar said, with the slightest hint of deviance and hope in his tone.

"Whatever we like it or not, nothing in our arsenal has the capacity to confront the Anomalies. The twins have some form of psionic power that prevents... us normal beings... from approaching them.

With the targets in Russia on our side, we may have a fighting chance, Miss Jordon. The Maria Gerda Jordon. I'm sure you'll find a way." He turned to leave the room, but quickly turned to speak his mind.

"Asking for help is not weakness. The Anomalies are all-powerful, but we're stronger in will." He nodded, and left the room.

Maria stared at Viccer, trying to see if her assistant was joking or just derannged. When she saw that he was completely serious, she still contemplated shoving Viccer into an insane asylum. As he left the room, she blinked.

"No, Viccer" She said softly, "the anomalies seem to have all the will in the world"

Such an admit of defeat however wasn't one she'd public admit. Moving, she stared at the computer screen, frowning. She sighed, weary. If there was a way of just making it all go away, Maria would do it, even if she had to sign away her very soul.

She pressed the button.

"Subjects 29, and 30, can you hear me?"

Gershwin's eyes grew wide open. She did not recognize that voice yet it was loud and clear in the deafening silence. Added to the fact that the safe-house was isolated with only the three being there - and the only ones that so far knew about this place's existence - with hunters looking out for them, Gershwin grew cold and tensed up. The voice seemed ever-present and the sound bounced so perfectly around the room that they were not sure where it came from.

But the voice knew them - at least by the names they were given by the heathens back in that evil organization. The very people they were running away from had found them, and were now speaking to them as if talking to them. The gut reaction should have been to stay quiet and not respond, but if they already had an assumption they were there, and that they were on to them, Gershwin could at least buy them some time as Cody gets Caits off the sofa and to another location, ready on the run.

"It's Gershwin May and Cody O'Niel. Who am I speaking to?" She gestured to Cody to start moving.

Cody wasn't sure what it was he was doing. He didn't want to make a mistake, didn't want to hurt the former agent, and yet she would get hurt if he didn't do anything. She wasn't able to do anything, and if they had to escape again...they would get caught. He stepped back when the power left him, rising slowly, his head a little dizzy. Gerswhin's words barely reached him, and he looked down at Caits, who now appeared to have a better complexion then the pale, sickly almost transperant look she had had before, not that cody saw this. To him, her glow was brighter then it had been, the dull flashes almost gone.

turning from Caits, deciding she'd be alright for now, he approached Gerswhin, tilting his head, the slight whirl of internet reaching his ears, and he wondered a momet how that could be. Laying a hand on Gershwins shoulder a moment, he said softly "She's not here. No one is. Trust me on that. We are okay, until Caits wakes" He kept his voice down, almost a whisper. No need for whoever was listening to know they'd be moving shortly.

"My name is Maria, subject twenty nine. I am well aware of your names, yet some protocols must be maintained" In her office, Maria gripped her desk in fury, managing to keep her voice even. "And it pains me to admit, but we need your help"

cody went to speak, but the slight shuffling behind him stayed his voice. He glanced back, seeing Caits rising.

"Thats a laugh, Maria. You never accept help from anyone. You must be really desperate" Caits said, her voice slightly as she joined Gerswhin and Cody.

A hiss escaped Maria, "Agent Caits. This is not your concern, but the subjects"

"Cody and Gerswhin are my responsibility, Maria, and I won't let you abuse them"

Cody lay a hand on Caits arm, "While I'm pleased to see you up, Caits, It seems wise to see what she wants"

Cais glanced to Cody, but nodded with a sigh.

Maria was sorely tempted to just close the computer down, throw it out the window, but she drew in a breath and let it out again.

"There are two individuals wrecking over, killing people and causing destruction. We cannot get close to them, everytime we try, disaster strikes. We need your help, before they destroy the world"

The 1883 eruption of Krakatoa was one of the most epic natural events in the natural history of the world. The eruption led to the destruction of over 70% of the island and its surrounding archipelago. Seismic activity was incessant and continuous for an entire year. Over 40,000 deaths were attributed to the deaths and the tsunamis have submerged many towns and cities under its 50m high apex. The explosion is to considered to be the loudest sound ever heard, being heard over 4,800 km from its point of origin, as far as Sri Lanka and Perth, Australia. The Sun was blacked out for three days as it spewed 11 cubic miles of ash that clogged the seas as it fell, and cooled the temperature of the globe. No other natural event could compare to the sheer effect of this geographical moment.

Until now.

---

Dust fogged the destroyed main roads, the arteries that connected Siem Reap to the rest of Cambodia as the Stone Soldiers and Stone Golems continued their unstoppable rampage. Defensive lines kept getting pushed back as the remaining few Cambodian fighters tried to save as many lives as they could - some losing their own in the process.

Soon, monstrous stone creations, animal-like in so many ways, spawned from the birthing earth as the roads were pocked with holes, and buildings felling. None of the infrastructure was left standing. Practically everything in the world had an earthen origin, which meant it was all under Thy's supernatural touch.

Many foreign armies now were joining the fray as they try to stop the onslaught. The Philippines, Vietnam, Thailand, China, the US, Australia - the Cambodian royal family and government pleaded for help as the Stone Soldiers swarmed everything.

One Stone Golem, the original one, stood tall as it searched the crumbled horizon, and it saw Cambodia's most priced possession.



The world's largest religious monument in the world, 1,626,000m^2 in size, is what represented the height of the power of the glorious Khmer Empire before its fall to colonial powers. It still remains as the most representative of Cambodian ideals. Thy burrowed the twins into the ground, and tunneled themselves at mach speeds to the pinnacle of the temple complex. At this highest point, you could see the flat plains of the entire nation. The condition of Angkor Wat was miserable, past beyond its prime as the prime exemplar of might and control.

Dara placed her hand to Thy's temple, and reached with her powers to seek out Thy's.

"តើអ្វីដែលឪពុកម្តាយរបស់យើងនឹងនិយាយអំពីយើងទេ? | What would our parents say about us?" asked Dara telephatically.

"ខ្ញុំមិនដឹងទេ។ តើពួកគេមានមោទនឬភ័យខ្លាច? | I don't know. Would they be proud or scared?"

"ពួកគេបានយកពួកវាពីពួកយើង។ យើងនឹកពួកគេ។ សត្វចម្លែកសមនឹងទទួលបានការយកទៅសម្លាប់។ | They took them from us. Monsters deserve to be slain."

They screamed in anguished pain for their parents, and Thy began the largest terraforming in existence.

---

Soon, every person in the world could feel earthquakes so powerful it felt like the epicenters were right next to them. Huge tsunamis and volcanic eruptions spouted from nearby islands and geographic formations as Cambodia shook and crumbled, then grew and spread. It was a slow process, but the effects could be felt from around the world. Metals, rocks, minerals, literally everything nearby was being drawn to Angkor Wat like a blackhole had emerged, consuming everything. All earthen materials were being molded into something fantastic and yet gruesome. They shall feel the wrath of the twins yet.

---

Viccar rushed to Miss Jordan's office, barely able to stand on his feet as the floor shook beneath him. Over the line, Cody, Gershwin, and Caits could hear as they too felt the ground shake violently.

"MISS JORDAN! I-" Viccar had fell to the ground, and struggled to get back up. "Earthquake epicentre is in Cambodia, Angkor Wat! The twins were located at the top shrine of the temple complex. They're terraforming the entire monument, pulling earth from below us. All Internet and communication lines are down to Cambodia."

Gershwin gasped in shock and turned to Cody Caits, in disbelief. She voiced out loud to Maria in outrage: "I assume this is another one of your doings?! Another one of your experiments gone wrong? How dare you come to us to try and fix your mistake?!"

Cody shifted, maintaining his balance, perhaps due to his increased senses, he managed to move with the earth, barely shifting so his centre of gravity kept him upright. He lay a hand on Caits's shoulder, stablising her as well, and glancing above them, grimacing. He strengthened his box of light, unsuring that they were protected should the roof come down on them.

"I'm going" He said softly, this utter destruction, the mere fact they could feel it here, was enough to bring Cody to do something about it. He knew that Caits would follow, tugged along by her sense of duty, and he was sure Gerswhin would as well, if only to make sure they didn't get killed in the process. "THere are people we can help. I'm not going to sit around, when we can do something about it"

Caits shifted, her voice quite as she said softly, "You aren't experiments gone wrong, Gerswhin. You are mutations of human DNA, something unlocking within you to...evolve and bring about what you can do. We would...I would hunt you down, and bring you in to study, to see if the phenomonum could be re-created. You were born the way you are. Something unlocked...and here we are.

Gerswhin...it doesn't matter whose mistake it is...if its not contained...."

Caits trailed off, a horrified expression on her face. She knew nothing of these twins, but she had seen the damamge Cody and Gerswhin had done at the base. If these twins had abilities over earth. She swallowed, her appearance pale.

Maria, forgotten, seethed.

"We can heal, and between us, we should be able to keep Caits alive. I know you're scared of what you can do Gerswhin, but have faith in me. My songs...I can help"

Shifting, Cody began to gather up some supplies. "Thank you, Maria. We can take it from here" It was a clear dismiss, and Maria snarled.

"Why you little worm"

There was a screech in the audio feed that signaled the end of the transmission. However, the silence that they had gotten accustomed to in their brief reprieve was violated by the shaking earth - earthquakes that threatened to bring their whole bunker down into deep earth. Soon, the walls cracked and soil would seep in.

'So we're going to save the world, that's fine and all,' Gershwin had to scream through the shaking, 'but how are we going to travel from Russia-' a piece of the south wall broken and soil was now funneling in, forcing the three back to the staircase

'How are we going to get from Russia to Cambodia?!'

---

Viccar had rushed to his computer, eager but mostly desperate to send some final bits of help before he feared communications with the three would be halted or terminated for a very long time. He scrambled to get some final code into the programme before internet connection was severed between the fault lines in the depths of the ocean - deep-rooted cables that once connected the world into one whole global village, now blind to one another. There were alternatives, of course, but those took time. They didn't have time.

---

The three rushed out to the outside world, the forest they had only so briefly appreciated before having to go into hiding. Trees everywhere were felling, animals running to find safe ground, crevices that travel far down spread wide and fast. They wanted to run, but where were they to go? They had no direction nor transportation - like that would have helped at all - to get to their destination.

All doubt and fear was stifled when a loud sound cut through the sky and a black plane materialized out of nowhere. A futuristic, frightening jet - yet one that seemed like the former Agent Caits would be no stranger to - disappeared from their sights before returning again, hovering and slowly landing on a flat piece of land, blowing snow outwards as its back door opened to welcome the three. Inside there was no pilot, but the AI knew well how to operate. 'Let's go!' The three rushed inside.

No sooner than they leaped for the plane and the door closed, the ground beneath them tore open, and everything poured in. Agent Caits punched controls in, and they were off to the skies.

---

Caits' hands still in control, it was a miracle seeing that she was functioning as if she weren't at all close to dying just an hour ago. Gershwin wanted to say something, see if she really was okay. But she was afraid that would be distracting, insulting, and she was still shaken by the gravity of their situation.

They had barely gotten up to the air but they were safe from the devastation down below. The plane had no windows and no outside sound permeated inwards. They could not see what was going on, but they could not be numb to it. They had to know more.

As if by command, static sounded and a voice spoke. It was the other man on Maria's end.

'Hello, Agent Caits, Subjects 29 and 30.' his voice was shaken but for the time being he seemed to have found some quiet.

'I am Viccar, Miss Maria Jordan's assistant. This jet was a parting gift to you three to take you to Cambodia. I've already marked the exact location of your landing on the map. Agent.' a ping sounded on the dashboard, indicating the mark.

'To get you up to speed on what is going on: the earthquakes have ceased for the time-being. We're looking at an incredible amount of damage done around the land and seas. The earthquakes were caused by twins in Cambodia - Anomalies just like yourselves. We don't know yet which twin has which supernatural capability because they are always together, but we do know that they possess an incredible amount of control of the earth. They also possess psionic powers - which means they can target people mentally and from afar. No person or thing are capable of getting near them. We would have tried long-range weaponry, but we were too late, and they had struck faster than we could.

Counting on your abilities, you should be able to make a stand against them. They are using their psionic powers and an army of stone creatures to obliterate everything. We will be helping with evacuation.

Are there any questions?'

Caits gripped the controls tightly as Viccer came on She sighed, and looked down at the controls, a little frustrated at these peoples lack of understanding. And a little bit annoyed that Gerswhin had been watching her-Caits felt perflectly fine.

"Their Names are Cody and Gerwshin, not subject 29 and 30, and I am no longer an agent. Get. It. Right" She said, gritting her teeth as the man rattledoff the information. Two unknown anomolies. Twins, so chances where their abilities would fuel the others, work in ways that they wouldn't seperately. Sighing, Caits maintained the controls, looking ahead of them.

Cody had sat himself down, knowing that the plane could potentially mess with his balance, as well as his rather limited sight, and that for himself it was safer to stay seated, then to wander. He listened to the conversation, letting the words flow over him. It seemed to him that this man was more in control then the woman had been, and he wondered if she was just a figure head. She certainly had some issues with control, whereas this man didn't.

Sighing, Cody leaned back slightly, letting the light in the ship fuel him. While it wasn't anything close to natural sunlight for him, it was still quite rejuvinating.

"What are their names?"

"Their... names? Uhm. Their names are Dara Keo - the girl, and Thy Keo - the boy. They are approaching 12 years old, and according to what police reports we could fine, they're orphans, both parents deceased - their father passed away just a few days ago. They are students of a school for the gifted, so it is presumed they have a high intelligence for their age. Precocious would be the word for both of them. Nothing in the records shows any possibilities for influence nor causation for their mutation other than spontaneity."

Viccar spoke again, but the signal was filled with static before it was cut off completely. It seemed that Viccar would not be returning to the comms again.

All the while, Gershwin spoke, thinking through it all: "Even if we could get close to the twins, and have a fighting chance with them, what do we do? Do we ask, hell, to stop? Pray god we don't have to kill them or anything. What's the plan?" She turned to Caits, whose knuckles were white from her tight grip, linking it to Viccar's orders.

Cody listened until Viccer cut out, sighing softly, deep in thought. He closed his eyes, to allow himself the ability to think. At Gerswhins questions, Cody said softly "I'm going to go in there. And merely let them see I am like them. That I want to help, without harming them. That I can understand. We aren't going to go in there and seek to capture them for those people. No...i want to earn their trust and...take them with us somewhere safe. They're just kids"He said, opening his eyes, a glow to them at his words.

He looked to both of them, "We have a ship. if we can disable the tracking....we could get far far away" he said, knowing it was probably wistful thinking, but he had to have hope. He approached Caits, gently laying a hand on her shoulder "I want you to stay and be ready to get us out of there. You...are too fragile to go out there, in that mess" He said, his voice strong, knowing Caits would try anyway.

He looked to Gerswhin, and gave her a smile. "Will you be okay?"

Gershwin sighed, giving in to herself.

"I admire you, really, for wanting to earn their trust, to show we are not like them.

I just hope they're as compliant as you think. Not like me. I won't be going in there. Not when I'm capable of just as much destruction as they can. I will help with search and rescue, but absolutely stay away from the twins."

There was a raging intensity in Gershwin's eyes and statement as she looked to Cody's affirmation. That same fire in her eyes showed fear - absolute terror - for what she was.

---

Cambodia had turned into something of a warzone. Not quite the wasteland of future sci-fi movies where hope is absent, but one of wanton destruction and despair is so thick it chokes you, makes your eyes watery, and people are desperate and horrified. Not nearly a day into what has happened, and nearly 50 years of development into the modern day Cambodia was almost literally flung away, terraformed into this ugly, misshapen bastion:



A sight to behold, were it not for the streets being patrolled by Stone Soldiers, Golems, and other monstrosities so plentiful and myriad the purpose for such a size was making itself very clear. Why else would anyone need such a large number of monstrosities to control? If one needed an army.



There were still survivors in the whole of Cambodia, areas still yet unaffected, souls still yet alive, but what is hope in the face of overwhelming despair.