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Darric listened to the woman and followed her to the Caretaker's office. Once inside he gave the children a sharp order to sit in a very no nonsense voice. While the Caretaker was checking out the children Darric received a voice mail and he stood and took his phone to the farthest corner and listened to it. It was Paige.

"This is not only a child napping and slavery ring it is a full blown cult. It includes the entire congregation. Murder is considered sacrifice and I've already witnessed a murder and the flogging of 3 people in the lower rooms. He wants me to be actively involved in oversight and defense of the kidnappings of 'undesirable' children. I don't know how long I'll be safe here but right now I'm okay. I would guess 300 in the operation total." Paige hung up at that point and Darric held character but he was more worried than before. These people would undoubtedly kill Paige if she made one wrong move.

Darric knew he was a little more agitated after Paige's message to him and Blaque. He tried to quell his worries and waited for the Caretaker to turn his attention to him.

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Angela was laughing softly at something Lara had said and she was leaning against the wall. Paige was carrying in more baby stuff into Angela's room to set up for the baby's impending arrival. Paige was as tickled about the baby as Angie was but she had to pretend that she was so so on the baby thing so as not to raise Francis' suspicions. She had just turned her head and looked at where Angie said to put the box of toys when she heard a sharp intake of breath. Paige turned her head started moving towards Angie as fast as she could. The heavily pregnant teenager was collapsing against the wall. "FRANCIS!" She screamed in panic. "Angie! Angie wake up honey what's wrong?"

Francis and Mary came running down the hall and Francis grabbed Angela up and Mary helped Lara up and they followed at a quick pace. Mary called one of the congregations' doctors while shouting orders to Ellen about clean sheets. Lara ignored her and ran into the room where Francis was laying Angie on a bed. He pulled her pants off and got her ready for inspection by the doctor who arrived within a moment or two.

Once the doctor had arrived Lara was allowed to stay up by Angie's head. She held her friend's hand as the doctor came in and checked on the baby's progress. While he was, Angie woke up groggily and shrieked in pain as the doctor was rough with her. "Doctor please be gentle with her." Lara begged while looking at Angie's tears. "What is wrong? Why did she collapse?" Paige was worried enough that she forgot that she shouldn't ask before Francis did. He glared at her for it and she backed down. "I'm sorry, I -I'm just so worried about her." She apologized to Francis.

The doctor proceeded to give Angela a shot and it hurried her labor. Within an hour or so Angela gave birth to an imperfect baby girl. It was obvious that there was something wrong with the baby. She was deformed. Her head was misshapen and her eyes were offset from each other and her arms were of different lengths at first glance. The doctor looked at the infant and listened to it's heartbeat. He wouldn't look at Angela only Francis. Paige was panicked at the baby's condition. She covered her mouth with her hand and she cried softly for Angie.

Angela heard the baby making an odd crying sound as if it were struggling somehow. "Well? How is my baby?" The doctor refused to acknowledge her and Francis said nothing as his face turned redder and redder in anger. Paige squeezed her hand and quietly and as calmly as she could told her, "Your little girl ....I'm so sorry to have to tell you but she is...not breathing right and....something is seriously wrong, maybe Down Syndrome." Paige's voice broke and Angie demanded. "You are lying! Give me my baby!" She yelled at the doctor.

Francis turned his face away and Lara took the baby from the doctor's hands gently and she handed the struggling infant to her mother. Lara watched Angie's expression as she saw the baby. Lara was surprised to see pain in her eyes, the love behind that didn't surprise her though. What did surprise Paige was what happened next.

Francis' anger was growing and within moments he had gone from a worried expectant father to a vicious and crazed maniac. He turned to Angela as she cuddled and kissed her unhealthy child. "YOU!" He screamed pointing at Angela. Angie held onto her baby tightly and protectively drawing her body around it.

"You have born me a disfigured and Impure child!"

Angie shrank back and cried out, "No! She is not impure. She is not!" Paige was on the other side of the bed from Francis and couldn't stop him when he struck Angela hard across the face. She jumped when he ripped the baby from her arms and Angela slid off of the bed screaming "NO! Give her back to me, please Francis I beg you."

Francis shoved Angie back against the bed and screamed at her while flinging the baby around by one arm. "Does THIS look like a perfect and PURE child to you?"

"Francis! No please, we can try again. I'll do anything just let me keep her." Angie pleaded desperately.

Francis dropped the baby carelessly on the chair behind him. It's squeals of pain at the cruel mistreatment loud and clear. Paige saw the baby and ran around the pair fighting and grabbed up the baby and wrapped it in a small blanket that had been brought in for the infant. She took the baby out of the room and through her tears she saw Mary glaring at her and the doctor, who refused to acknowledge the child as a human being as it was not Pure according to the laws they followed, in the hallway.

The fighting and screaming went on for what seemed like forever. Paige didn't trust anyone to keep the baby safe and she could hear the hitting and screaming as he beat Angie. Finally a loud crash that made her jump and then the room went quiet. Mary turned away with a sour look on her face and the doctor stepped toward Paige to take the baby from her. Paige backed up and shook her head. "No."

Mary looked at her and shook her head vehemently, almost desperate. "Do not cross Francis on this matter Lara." Mary took the baby from her and put it in the doctor's hands. Once he had the infant in his hands he put it into his medical bag and left with it.

Francis walked out into the hallway and wiped the sweat off of his brow. "Mary, I believe you have a class in ten minutes." Mary scurried off with a nod of her head. Paige stood there with tears still damp on her cheeks. He stepped forward and grabbed Lara into a long hug. Francis explained. "I understand you and Angie were friends and you will miss her but it couldn't be helped. She had to be sacrificed." Paige noticed that he had a crazed look in his eyes and she just tried to be obedient so he wouldn't kill her just as easily. She couldn't control the tears as they rolled down her face.

Paige barely uttered the next words louder than a whisper. "...and the baby?"

"Oh now Lara you saw it. It's impurity clearly visible. It has been donated for parts to the local hospital."

Paige felt numb and terrified of this man and she could only nod. "Do you understand why it had to happen they way it did?"

He looked at her suspiciously so she nodded and in control of herself once more she said, "I weep for your loss, for the child it should have been. I grieve for the pain this day has brought and I grieve for the loss of my friend's purity." Paige put her own feelings aside as much as she could. She had to get through this or he would have her killed.

Francis smiled, "Thank you for taking the impurity to the doctor for me." She couldn't believe it, he actually thought she had been helping him when she took the baby out of the room. She said nothing but gave a half smile. "You should go and pray and then go lay down and take a nap. I will join you in a little while." Paige gave a smile and nodded. She went to the church and prayed for fifteen minutes or so and then she walked back to her apartment in back and took her makeup into the bedroom and turned the tv on.

Paige got to her mascara again and whispered a message to Darric and Blaque. "More death today. I'm scared to death. Please get me out of here." She washed her face and put her makeup on and and when she went into the other room Francis was just coming in as if it were any other day and as if he hadn't just killed a girl and her baby that afternoon. He came up to her, kissed her and took her to his bed. Paige blocked everything out and did what she had to do to stay alive. Afterwards, she couldn't sleep. She was scared and had to push it down so he wouldn't see it. She could only pray that the team would get to her before she was sacrificed for some imagined mistake.

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Heading into Caretaker's office, Madame Ginger opened the doors to let the new arrivals in. Inside the office, there sat a large mahogany wood desk with a large leather chair turned away from the arrivals. There also stood two girls, twins to be exact, standing on each side of the desk, staring at the arrivals expressionless. Ginger introduced them, "Mr. Caretaker, Daniel Varicke. Mr. Varicke, The Caretaker..."

After Daniel told both Willard and R0se to quietly sit down, Caretaker turned his chair around to take a look at his new visitors. Even though he acknowledged the new children present, Caretaker didn't bother to look them in the face but paid attention to Darric to study him silently before speaking. "I thank you for coming through to... Do business with me. I've never heard of you before, but... I was informed that you've done a bit of human trafficking for some time now. How is this business going for you?" he asked Darric.

Darric spoke to the man while looking him directly in the eye in a semi bored but strictly business tone of voice. "I've been keeping a low profile. I have found that to be essential to staying out of prison. I am reliable and I deliver."

"I see. I appreciate your interest in our operation though, which i assume already you're aware of what we do here..." Caretaker continued, "but I wonder how often can you deliver, and perhaps... How much you're asking for for each child you bring in?"

Darric wrote a number down and slid the paper across the table for the man to look at. "I believe that is a reasonable amount and I can deliver weekly. How many per week did you need?" Darric inquired.

"Hmm..that's a good question. I like the figures you're asking for and I think that can be arranged and not a problem. I would say 1-3 a week would suffice. If you are able to bring more, then we can negotiate for the extra supplies." Caretaker said.

After hearing that the security room was under their control, Blaque responded. "Okay, Priest... I'm going in," he finished, heading towards the side of the building to climb in so to locate the lab and start the sabotage.

About a block away, the sound of a creeping black van headed towards the orphanage, driving into the entrance of the grounds, stopping in front of the building. As the door opened, a rather large figure got out of the van, guzzling down a can of beer before tossing it back into the van. With the man stretching, he turned to walk towards the front door. He only stopped about a foot away only to meld into the floor to travel through the solid surfaces of the building.

Elsewhere, Lars was on his way to Caretaker's office, passing the kitchen where Quincy, the cook of the orphanage, hacked whatever was on the cutting board on the counter with his cleaver. No telling what the cannibalist was trying to cook up. One thing was for certain, the children were definitely scared of him. Rumors had it that this man basically cooked misbehaving children, but that was hopefully just a rumor around the campfire.

Mickey, the groundskeeper, the man that entered into the building traveling through the surfaces, went to look for one of the security guards who usually did his rounds on the 2nd floor. He made a bet with the guard earlier with him and wanted to deliver the money that he owed him. Thinking, he was going to need to check the security room, hoping to find the man.

As the conversation continued between Varicke and Caretaker, Lars made his way into the office to take a look at the children. Caretaker spoke, "Varicke, this here is Doctor Weber. He usually checks the children once they've arrived to be sure they aren't contagious. He will take them from here. We can continue our discussion." He said.

Lars walked up to R0se and Willard. "Oh my... Well, you seem to look like some fine patients." he said, walking around them, lifting their arms and examining their physical fitness. "Siblings?" He asked. "Feel free to speak, I won't hurt you," he said to them.

Willard glanced back and forth between R0se and the Doctor, not sure of what he was supposed to do. He hadn't actually expected to say something to the adults so early in the mission. Nervously, he smiled up at the man, waiting for R0se to answer first.

R0se looked as the man inspected them. Her newly formed innocent eyes wandered as he checked. The brave older sister wouldn't speak at this time. She had to look out for Willard and she wasn't dumb, in both forms. The man was obviously not going to have their best interests at heart. So she eyed the man and put on her bravest face, while she clung to Willard's hand.

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Priest fiddled with a bag of cheese snacks while looking closely at the magic ball in his other hand. He saw quite a few of their prime targets as they interacted with the infiltration crew. The Caretaker was so close but just so slightly out of reach now. Priest frowned as the "children" were taken away by the sketchy Doctor. His voice chimed into Blaque's earpiece. "News for you, Fearless Leader. The 'kids' are being examined by Dr. Weber. Naturally I will let you know if he starts doing anything fantastic." He took a few cheese snacks out of their bag, the munching clearly audible through the earpiece.

Doctor Weber noticed that the two siblings weren't talking so with a shrug, "Okay then, come, follow me." he said walking them from the office to take them. He turned back around particularly to look at young Willard. There was a sparkle in his eye when he saw Willard, and seemed to fancy him. "Let me examine you a little further for a quick check up and then you can join up with the other children." he said bringing him into the examining room to get started. "Have you two been sick lately or have discovered anything different about you?" asking them both.

Blaque checked through the quiet hallways for any signs of other guards. Not that he doubted Tamashi's ability but just in case they had someone in that buildings who have powers he was not aware of. Getting news from Priest, Blaque chimed in "Okay. as long as they don't suspect anything yet, we should be okay. I'm on the way to the lab now." he said but was a little annoyed from the munching in the ear piece. That was then he heard another message from Paige about what was going on so far as a sigh came from Blaque hoping she can hold out as long as possible but worrying about her safety just in case he needed to abort or send Sonny her way but it's not guaranteed he'd go to help. This Francis fellow was an absolute mess.

Speeding things up, Blaque quickly headed to the lab to start his sabotage.

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As R0se and Willard were escorted out of the room by the strange man, Willard looked back to Darric expectantly, as if he were to follow. It became clear rather quickly as the two men continued their chat that he would not, and Willard's brow furrowed a bit. He held even tighter to R0se's hand as they continued on, trying to keep her in between him and the rather scary man that led them away. Willard looked up just as the man turned his head, noting the crazed expression in his eyes, which sent a shiver down the boy's spine.

As they arrived in the lab area, Willard noted the strange machinery that was scattered about, filling the room with a cold white and metallic color. For some reason, it reminded Willard of a place he had been, not all too long ago, where the same kinds of vast metal contraptions filled large white spaces, where the air was always so cold. It would have been nostalgic, if not for the terror that flooded through him.

Once in the room, Weber stopped and let them in, staring at them, more in particular to Willard as he walked in behind them and shut the door. "Ooookay. Now...How about we start off with names. What are your names?" Weber asked them.

R0se didn't like the look of things one bit. Not only were they now separated from Darric, but this man that was with them had obvious bad intentions written all over his face. The crazed look he kept giving off made her on edge, but she knew she had to keep up appearances. It would make sense for a young girl to be afraid, but she also had Willard, her brother, to look out for. How should she play this? Should she remain defiant or go along with it? Every instinct told her to kick the man in the teeth, but a scared 12 year old girl wouldn't do that, so instead, she didn't meet the man's stare and spoke in a soft tone. "Carrie..." was all she said.

Willard looked up at the man as he peered down at them, seeing the maniacal eyes gazing through him. He opened his mouth as if to speak.

"W-- Jacob," Willard tightened his grip on R0se's hand, recognizing his mistake immediately. He hoped that it hadn't been noticed, but still saw a strange shift in the man's color as he seemed almost humored by the word.

With his hands behind him listening to the two introduce themselves, Weber looked between both of them when each spoke. "Ah! Wonderful names. Well Carrie..Jacob...welcome to Sleepy Hill Orphanage." Weber did indeed notice when Jacob was about to say something else before saying his name. Quite curious about the boy, but maybe he could get to know a little more about him.

"Okay...To start off, have you two eaten already? Have you two been sick recently?" he asked coming over to Carrie first to check her vitals. After doing so, he went over to Jacob as well to check a little on him. "Are you two hurt anywhere?"

R0se could understand Willard's nerves so when he almost messed up she couldn't fault him, but she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze to let him know she was here. She looked over as the man spoke. He gave her a weird chill whenever he spoke. The atmosphere alone sent chills up her spine. And now they were to be examined? She expected this and was thankful they didn't separate the two. She needed to make sure Willard would be all right, so she spoke up, "We haven't eaten today and haven't been sick, except for last month, but we had no heat. I got sick, Jacob didn't." She added. "Other than that, no we aren't hurt."

Willard looked away from the man as he approached them, scared of the way he kept looking at him in particular. As R0se was explaining the story he was told to follow, Willard kept nodding as if to affirm what she said was true. Weber came over and and looked at the boy, which sent another shiver down Willard's spine - he was so close, and even with R0se being practically between them, he still didn't like the way the man acted.

Not only paying attention to what Carrie was telling him, Weber, while still examining Jacob, stared into the boy's eyes for a moment and nodded to what Carrie told him. "Okay, then. Wonderful. Well Carrie, you seem to be in good health and so is your brother. I did realize that you have an interesting pair of eyes, child." Weber commented. He then turned to Carrie "Carrie, we will be serving food soon so, how about we get you acquainted with the others until then." Weber said. "I need to check something with your brother. It won't be long and it's nothing serious." he said walking towards the door, noticing one of the older children of the orphanage finishing up his cleaning duty.

Weber called out "Oscar! Come here for a moment." he said as the boy jumped when called on and rushed over "Yes sir, Dr. Weber?" the young man said. Weber gestured to Carrie "Please, can you take Carrie to the family room with the others. Maybe introduce her to the other children?" he said to him. Oscar looked at Carrie and then back at Weber gulping and nodded "Yes sir." looking at Carrie "Hi, come follow me. I'm Oscar." he said.

R0se knew it would happen. They wanted to separate them both. She had little choice in the matter as the other kid, Oscar, was beckoning her. So she got up and walked out, but not before turning her head to look at Willard. She followed the boy out.

They didn't get very far before she took the opportunity to knock the kid out. Just sleeping, if someone asked. She moved him to the side and made her way back outside the room, listening in to what the two would talk about.

Shortly after the two left, Weber closed the door, not knowing what happened to Oscar believing that this girl was out of the way. Walking towards Jacob, Weber spoke "Is that you, Willard? It has to be you. No one has eyes like you do, child. I thought you were dead or way out of my reach, but here you are before me." he said getting ever closer. "You may have changed your name but I know you when I see you. It's been years...tell me, do you see any wave of colors from me?" he asked him.

Willard stared on as the man said his real name. He thought hard, trying to figure out the voice, though it didn't seem all too familiar. As Weber continued to approach, Willard scooted back on his heels, backing up further until he was pressed up against the wall. Then, the man mentioned the colors.

"Y--yes... And I don't like 'em," Willard spoke out, trying to sound a bit brave despite how horribly terrified he was. "R-- Carrie's colors are nice, and Mr. Varicke, and you're red and brown and I don't like it!" The memories started coming back to him as he spoke, thinking back to the scientists who had asked him about the colors, too. They always wanted to know what the colors meant, but Willard never could find a good way to put it, him being just a boy. Red was desire. Brown was darkness.

"Well then boy, it doesn't matter if you like them or not. It's amazing that you still see them. Maybe you can tell me what they all mean. I imagine that red is desire or something to that effect?" he mentioned. "So...how about we do something about those colors and then some? Get up on the table, child. Have you ever wondered if they could be turned off or amplified?" he asked him, waiting on the boy to get on the table, if not forced on to be strapped down. He walked over to the drawers to look through them for something.

Willard finally looked at the man and noticed that there was no really good way out of this one. He figured it would be best to comply, and began shuffling over to the table as Weber turned away. He gripped on tightly to the rim of the risen table, and struggled a bit to climb on, finally crawling his way up onto it. He turned to watch the man as he fumbled around in the drawer, not really thinking about what he had just been asked.

R0se could only sit there in silence as she listened to the man speak. What colors? Was this the ability Blaque mentioned? The man obviously knew and the jig was up. Would he send word and Darric would be in trouble? What about her? She kept a close ear to the door to listen in case Willard needed help, but if the mission wasn't failed yet, she didn't want to be the cause.

Weber, after shuffling around, pulled out a tool, satisfied that he still had it. He turned to see Willard on the table, making a jokerwide grin as this boy was playing right into what he wanted to do. To have this kid, to have his transmitters disconnected, Willard would be able to work in his full potential. Imagine what he could do in the proper hands. Weber walked over as he needed to strap the boy down "I just need you still so I can...hmm...how should I put it? awaken you." he said strapping the boy.

Blaque was walking through the empty hallways walking towards the examination room that was connected to the lab to start planting the explosive devices. Seemed everything was going as planned so far, listening out for anything that could change.

Weber looked down at the boy "This will be...quick." he said taking the tool in his hand and bringing it to the first eye "Just a little disconnect and...." he started disconnecting the first transmitter.

Willard let out a fierce shriek, the neurons in his eye that were connected to the miniscule robotic chip tearing apart now, filling the boy with immense pain in his eye, blinding him. Suddenly, Willard was being pummeled with pulsating colors, and his vision was going darker. "R-- Rose!! Help!!" Those were the only words he could manage to let out before, finally, the pain overwhelmed him, and the child blacked out.

R0se heard all she needed to. Screw the rest of the mission, for now at least, but Willard was in trouble. She went through the door, slamming it cold behind her, "Alright asshole, your experiment is done." It would be a peculiar sight as she was still in her 12 year old girl image, but she quickly shed the disguise and returned to her form. She didn't have the rest of her gear with her, but she could take this whack job on. Probably...

With the shriek, Weber gave a near surprised expression "Oh! silly me, I forgot to tell you that this was really going to hurt. Oh well, too late. Let's finish." he said going for the other. When Willard called R0se, Weber looked confused, turning to witness Carrie, well, who he thought was Carrie, entering the room. "What the? Why the hell are you in here? Why aren't you with Oscar? What happened to him?" he asked.

When she started to shed her disguise into a grown woman, Weber looked worried. "Who the hell are you?" he said "Oh no...we must've been infiltrated...DAMMIT!" he shouted, trying to get to the intercom to make the announcement to Caretaker that they have intruders.

R0se was on him "Oh no you don't!" she swatted his hand away from the intercom and kicked him over. Planting herself in front of the intercom so he couldn't get to it easily. "Oscar? He's fine! Sleeping like a baby. You, on the other hand, will be lucky if you walk out of here with all your limbs attached. Let alone what you are doing to Willard, what have you been doing to the other children?"

Weber obviously was not a fighter, getting knocked down and kept away from the intercom, scooting back while still on the floor "You little bitch!" he said to her after what she did to Oscar and how she was keeping him at bay. "I'm curing these children! These are my beautiful children and they are going to be new and improved...just like Willard! What the hell would you know about that, you little street rat!?" he said.

R0se playfully tsked the man "Such a foul mouth. You kiss your mother with it?" she said. It was obvious the man wasn't a fighter, but she couldn't be sure he wouldn't hurt Willard to get her to stop. She would have to take him down soon. "Curing these children? I pity you because I think you actually believe yourself. No, these children deserve a loving home with people who have their best interests at heart that doesn't include experimenting on them. And they will get it soon. Now, you wanna do this easy or hard? Please...say hard."

Weber just laid there listening to what R0se was saying about his claim, he was breathing heavy realizing that this woman was going to try and ruin everything. He was desperate. He hoped that one of his allies was around to help him. Or at least one of the children he had control over. "No! You're not taking my kids away! I'm gonna make sure you don't make it out of here alive! Children, HEEEEEEELP!" he yelled out hoping someone heard him.

That was the last straw. She couldn't stop his scream, but she would make sure he didn't follow them. She ran up and slammed the palm of her hand to the man's throat. Then in a swift move she grabbed the back of his head and slammed it on the table that held Willard. Once the man was unconcious, she dusted her hands off. "Jackass," she muttered before going to Willard and untying him, "Are you ok?" she said, trying to wake him up.

The pain itself kept the child under for a few more moments, until finally, Willard awoke. At first, he blinked his eyes wildly, trying to adjust to all of the light in the room, which seemed so much brighter than it was before. Willard's head pounded, unlike any headache he had ever felt before. Suddenly, he sat up and looked around, a shocked expression covering his face.

"R- Rose...?" he muttered, before finally spotting her. She had returned to her normal appearance, and Willard noticed something even stranger - she didn't have a color. His head continued to pulse, and he moaned in pain, holding his hands up to his temples, trying to cope with what was happening. He looked again at R0se, but her colors were back - and more vibrant than he had ever seen them. Over and over the colors shifted in and out, and Willard eventually just closed his eyes and leaned up against R0se's shoulder for support.

"I... I wanna go home, now..." he finally said to her, the pain in his skull continuing on. He had already gotten used to it a bit, but it didn't exactly make him feel any better. He kept rubbing at his temples, trying to cope as best as he could, but was too afraid to open his eyes, lest he lose all focus on what was going on around him.

R0se let the kid rest on her shoulder. She was unsure as to what he was going through, but she imagined it wasn't pleasant, especially if that man was involved. Children or no, they needed to get out of here, but it would be best if they did so with the children they were here to rescue. She picked up Willard and set him down, "One second." She then lifted Weber onto the table and fastened the restraints over him. She also dug through the drawers and found some cloth that she tied around his mouth. At least he would be there while they made their escape.

She went back to pick up Willard and she responded into her comm "Mission still in process or what? Some creep had Willard tied down and I rescued him. What's the plan?"

After hearing the shriek further down the hall towards where Blaque was heading, the man rushed to see what was going on, believing that could've been Willard screaming. That was when he walked up to the door hearing Weber scream out. After R0se took Weber down and was checking Willard, Blaque came in after receiving the respond on the comm "The mission is still on." he said. He looked to the tied down Weber and Willard, walking to the boy "Damn...what exactly did he do to Willard?" wondering if Weber did something with the child's eyes. "Willard? What did he do to you?" he asked.

Willard looked up as his master entered, squinting to try and tolerate the pulsating colors - to no avail. "He... He changed my eyes, I think..." Willard blinked a few times to get used to the brightness of the room, or at least tried to, and reached out to Blaque. "I'm sorry, Blaque... I messed up the mission, didn't I?"

The moment he heard that Weber changed his eyes, Blague thought to himself the Weber must've been one of the other doctors not filed, that worked on Willard back then. Dammit, this was something Blaque didn't account for. On top of that, his transmitters were removed which could be a good thing but also a very bad thing. With a slight sigh, Blaque took WIllard's hand "No...I should be apologizing for putting you in this predicament. It's all my fault for what he did to you. And you didn't mess up the mission but I'm believing that you're done here kid. I'm going to have Delta or Tamashi get you out of here and have Rose continue. I can assist her." he said to the kid.

Willard's heart sank, but he tried to voice his protest to help. "I can... I can still get the kids out of here, when they need help. I know I can do it, Blaque... I just... Ow..." The throbbing in his skull picked up, and his eyes went blind again, before suddenly, all of the pain stopped. It was a rather strange feeling, but Willard opened his eyes and stared right back toward R0se. "Your colors, Rose... They're really pretty now." It was cryptic, sure, but even as his voice changed tone, it seemed rather obvious that he was ready to continue, and he looked back toward Blaque. With a defiant, childish smile on his lips, he spoke. "I can help now, I promise. I don't hurt now."

As she listened to the boy and Blaque, many questions were forming. She expected answers later, for now it was best they get the kids out as soon as possible. When Willard looked at her and mentioned her own colors, she had to admit, her heart fluttered. What did that mean? Either way, she smiled, "Thanks kid!" She looked back at Blaque "If he says he's good, I believe him. I'll keep a careful eye on him, but we should get moving soon. No telling when this man will wake up and how long the restraits will hold him."

Blaque didn't want to risk the boy more than he had to but seeing how he was trying to protest to stay, Blaque was considering his words but was still sticking to his initial thought of getting him out of there. Even if he was feeling better, he didn't want anymore harm coming to him. Once R0se vouched for him, Blaque looked to her and then back Willard and after the pause, he nodded "Okay...go on ahead and get to the children now. I'm going to get started with the lab. Continue on the escort plan and be careful. This was already a close call, anymore incidents and this will turn ugly quick." he said

R0se set Willard down and nodded at Blaque "Be careful as well." She remained out of disguise, no point now, and exited the room, waiting for Willard to follow. She would make sure to grab Oscar, who was still sound asleep, and run towards the room he was leading her to. The other kids must be there and she wanted to make sure they were ok for transport.

Willard followed closely behind R0se, trying to keep up as she ran, his heart racing. The mission was now underway, and it was time for him to help all of the kids. He hoped that Weber had done more good than harm, in this circumstance.

Blaque nodded towards Rose, letting her and Willard head off to the children as the children were in the family room talking and playing games to keep themselves busy before being fed. Blaque gave a sigh, heading further into the examination room that led to another chamber. Finally, the lab. Blaque looked around at the capsules and machines around the room. The blood samples along with the serums that were present, Blaque opened his jacket to grab a few small devices he had Echo create, getting started on the planting. What else could possibly go wrong?

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Blaque had himself deeper in the lab, looking through some test tubes of fetuses that were being constructed for possibly a new line of genetically altered children. There were even plans for someone named 'The Model Child' showing the enhancements that were being made and already altered children who had their limbs replaced with weaponry. Truly a cruel display of actions taken behind these walls. With the setting of a few more devices, Blaque was almost ready to head to the bunker once he finds it.

@Vashonn@FantasyChic
The children in the family room. The older ones were busy playing puzzle and strategy games with each other while the younger ones were either coloring, drawing or building with blocks and overall, associating with each other when one of them turned to see both R0se and Willard entering. One of the children there, a little girl who seemed to be between the ages of 10-11 walked over to the two. Despite being a girl, her head was shaved with scars on her temples, looking at the two curiously "Hi?" she said without moving her mouth, speaking telepathically to them. "Are you two new here? I'm Misty. Don't be afraid, I'm just speaking with my mind. Welcome to the family room of Sleepy Hill Orphanage" she said kindly as the other children didn't pay any mind at first. Another child noticed the two and tapped the kid he was playing with to point over at the visitors.

@alexfangtalon
Traveling through the walls of the orphanage, Mickey was wondering where the hell the guards were as he went to the security room. "Hey fellas! Are you guys up here grab-assing again? I'm looking for Jeremy-" Mickey said going right through the surface and entered the security room "Hey guy-" he paused, noticing a figure in the room and none of the guys present at the moment "Hey....who the hell are you!?" he said noticing Tamashi with his attire "I don't know who the hell you are nor who you work for, but you came into the wrong place, bastard..." he said reaching for his hunting knife and started merging into the floor. He noticed on the monitors different people he's never seen. Blaque was in the lab, R0se and Willard was in main family area with the children, and with a hidden camera, caught a glimpse of Delta outside. "Oh....shit...."

Quincy was just coming from the kitchen to go find Madame Ginger, passing the examination room and hearing mumbling and struggle. Stopping, he was wondering if Weber was doing something pervy and being a sick bastard that he is, went to take a peek just in case he caught Weber playing with himself. The moment he opened the door and saw him tied, his eyes widened. "Holy hell!!" he said walking over nonchalantly and went to undo the wrap around Weber's mouth "What the hell happened? Don't tell me you got your ass kicked by one of the kids again..." he asked as Weber looked distraught We have been infiltrated. a woman named R0se that can change her appearance and a little boy named Willard who can read and manipulate emotions are loose and more than likely going after the children! They're probably trying to shut us down. I don't know who they're working for but we need to bring this to an end, now!! Call Caretaker!! Weber said

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Caretaker was in the middle of talking with Darric, aka Daniel, about a great future they were going to have with their arrangement. Bringing forth burbon to celebrate their deal and partnership, Caretaker's mood was quite bright than the usual grim atmosphere he portrays. It was until they started sharing in drinks that Caretaker got a message from Quincy with Weber cursing in the background taking the restraints off with the help of the cook. "Caretaker! We have intruders inside! A boy and a female who can change her appearance. They're probably after the children. I repeat, they are after the children! Weber says the boy is the one that was just brought in by the guy you're doing the deal with!" he said as Caretaker paused and looked at Darric. Mickey then got on the walkie talkie "Sir, we have multiple infiltrators! security room has been compromised and there's a shady man in the lab! plus-" Mickey got cut off from speaking about R0se and Willard as he was now having to deal with Jonathan. Caretaker stared at Darric. Placing his glass down, he looked at Darric Interesting...deal huh...bringing in children to get the other children out....placing people all around...who the fuck are you? Hm? Should it even matter now? Not in the mood for games, Caretaker pulled a lever as a shotgun barrel slid out from the end of Caretaker's desk, unloading the shells from the hidden gun, blasting Darric, not knowing the man could regenerate.

Ginger, send the twins out to handle the situation in the family room. He picks up the comm and speaks to Weber Whoever is in the lab, send out the toy soldiers...and...just in case we are dealing with someone that can't be dealt with regularly....send out my Model Child. Weber listened in Yes sir! he said heading over to release the 'toy soldiers' from their capsules to fight.

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Shortly after shooting Darric and issuing an order to Madame Ginger, Caretaker watched as Ginger started on the task. She turned to the twins that were on each side of Caretaker's desk and spoke Phoebe...Renee...time to play and have fun. Go to the family room...I will follow shortly. She said to them while heading off to get her weapon so to join the fight.

Caretaker watched the twins leave along with Ginger as he stayed seated in his chair. He looked down at Darric, taking another swig of his bourbon and shook his head Can never trust anyone anymore... he said and spoke to Darric while he laid on the floor Ain't that right boy?

Darric was biding his time on the floor letting Caretaker think he had him beat. Instead he lay there as the bullet hole in his chest healed up and he got to his feet with the practiced speed of a fighter. The others had just left the room as he had hoped for. He really didn't want to do this in front of any kids. As Caretaker's head turned towards him he slammed his beefy fist into his jaw knocking him back.

"I'm not dead yet!"

With a numbing crack to the jaw, Caretaker leaned back in the chair he was sitting in from the response to the punch he received. Shocked for the fact that this man was still living after getting a shotgun round to the chest, Caretaker dived from his chair to grab his revolver to try and finish this fight. Aiming, he looked Darric up and down So, you're a meta-human too? he asked him ready to let loose a few rounds.

With a sneer on his face Darric ripped the gun from his hand and with his other wrist he closed it on Caretaker's hand bending it back until it snapped causing him to scream in agonizing pain. Darric's expression was blank and yet somehow had an air of superiority about it.

With a snapped hand and in severe pain, the cursing flooded the room You summbitch!! You fuck! You're not making it out of here alive. My children will rule the streets in this damned city and I'll be the supplier! he said extending his other arm to let loose his sleeve gun to stop Darric

"I don't have time for you, you scumbag. I need to be somewhere else." Darric muttered as his next blow was with the knife he pulled out of it's sheath and slammed into the space between his ribs and into one of his lungs.

Before being able to shoot, Caretaker didn't count on the swiftness of the knife being pulled out and used on him as his lungs were punctured and he let loose an unaimed shot, falling to the ground, having trouble breathing, feeling he was about to die. He knew one day he'd go to hell for the shit he pulled throughout his life time but to end like this without realizing his dream, maybe it was for the better that this old scum was now gone from this world. Even though he was gone, his ideals could still end up bearing fruit if Weber and Madame Ginger continued as planned.

Darric watched the man as his knife embedded deeply into his chest and he sank slowly to the ground before pulling it out of him. Darric spat on him and wiped the blood off of his knife and sheathed it.

"That's one less scumbag stealing kids. Time to go get my girl." Darric spoke to Blaque through his communicator. "Blaque! I'm going to get PBaby...something is wrong. Caretaker is dead. I'm out!"

Darric took off down the hallway and he killed almost every adult he ran across on his way out of the building. When he cranked up the beast and drove off he couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong with Paige.

Blaque was still in the middle of handling things on his end until he heard some noises. Something snarling and rushing towards the lab as he heard Darric coming up on his commlink So you had to take care of him early. Well, at least we have less to worry about with him now. And okay, I got her message earlier about what's happening at the Cathedral. Be careful...you're going to be dealing with a powerful cult...not an orphanage. We will follow as soon as we get done here.

Darric focused on the road as he spoke to Blaque. "Alright, hurry up and get the bastards. I'll leave you some to kill, don't worry. I'm going after Paige. Fuck the rest of them."

Will do, friend. he said shutting the commlink before seeing something scurrying to hide while Blaque pulled out his Equalizer and spoke up Can everyone here me? Darric finished off Caretaker and is going after Paige. What's everyone's status so far? How is everything on your end Priest? he asked, checking on the others getting ready for an assault.

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Things were getting out of control! Priest glared at the various dilemmas as they danced across the orb. He had no visual on Darric but that didn't stop him from overhearing the finale on their enemy and the ordering of the twins. Priest chimed in over the comms in response to Darric's decision to leave ahead of time. "Alright, Darric. Watch yourself." Priest discarded his snack and wiped the crumbs from his hand. "If they exhibit any strange powers do not hesitate to get a hold of me. Cults like this have a propensity for doing some strange stuff, worship, sacrifice." Priest held on to the last one, pinning it with emphasis. "Magic." He placed the orb down, seeing no point on continuing to play the role of support. That time was gone with their plan exposed. "I don't know the details but I'm well-read. Just - Make it out of there with Paige. Don't take chances with these guys."

The ex-con man stood out of the chair and adjusted his casual red and black suit. A revolver pressed snugly against the inside of the jacket. He pulled it out and studied it for a moment, making sure it was properly loaded and hoping it would stay that way. Putting it back in, he pressed his hand against his ear-piece. "Well, cat's out of the bag and now it's hissing and clawing at us. Time for plan 'B'!" He started walking down the stairs, making his way through the haven to his parked car. His van was out with NERON and Bob so he had to bring his personal car today. It was an older Subaru model. It was dinged and scratched in places. The paint was peeling off the back hatch and it made whining sounds whenever he started it. Always was reliable though, hadn't coughed out on Priest yet so he kept it around. He slid inside the driver seat and turned the ignition. It whined like an old horse as it started and he grinned. Slamming the petal he took off at a speed through the streets that questionably legal.

Patching through to the convoy outside the orphanage he started barking out orders. "Laura. We have a worst case scenario. Looks like fighting has broken out inside the orphanage. We need to get in there and fast but your people need to stay clear of any line of fire. Go around the wall to the front of the orphanage. We'll have to extract from there."

Laura's too-sweet voice chimed back. "You got it hon! Get them to us and we'll take care of the rest." She started rearing the few vans around toward the front of the orphanage. The rear van lagged behind, awkwardly overloaded on its back wheels. Current and Future Consultation was marked ruggedly on the side.

Finally Priest addressed his personal minion and the ally closest to that minion. "Alright looks like Blaque and the team could be in trouble-" Though on second thought Blaque never seemed like was in trouble, oh well, didn't hurt to exaggerate! "And he'll need you two to bring this under rein. NERON, Bob. It's time to gatecrash. The police will probably hate us for a while after this but to hell with them we're doing the hard work!"

Bob spoke up in response, a sense of excitement hidden under that monotone voice of his. "Gatecrash? You mean- you mean I get to?"

Priest put his face half-way against his palm and sighed. "Yes.. yes, Bob you get to smash the doors the in." He twitched, startled as Bob uncharacteristically bellowed in triumph on the other end.

"NERON, you stay with the vans until I get there. Priest commanded. NERON was feeling a little restless as well, knowing full well that inside the warzone of a complex was Willard, nearly defenseless amidst the chaos.

The AI spoke up in protest."I should be in there, Priest. Willard and the children may require medical aid." He reasoned. NERON was of course correct but he was generally easy to convince and right now Priest needed him with the convoy.

"That won't do, Tinman. I need you with the convoy. If they hit these vans with no real powerhouse to defend them then we'll be out of options to take the children out of here. Unless you're volunteering to fly them one at a time?" The crafty smile ever creased his lips. "Hold out until I get there."

NERON relented. "You have a point, Priest. I'll wait for now. If anything happens I am inside. No questions, no demands. I'm here to help, not play ornament." He laid his intentions bare. Always the transparent one, Neron.

Priest shrugged. "Fair enough, Tinman. I won't hold you back at that point."

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The van creaked in relief as a heavy object thumped to the concrete. The heavy object in question crunched its knuckles together and beamed at the gate and the door beyond to the orphanage's main hall. "Been too long since I got to do this!" Bob hunkered his head down and flexed his great shoulders. He took a few steps back to get some space before starting forward into a run, gradually gaining in momentum until he slammed into the gate. The locking mechanism exploded by the impact and the gate wrapped around itself as it parted around the massive golem. Originally meant for sliding back and forth part of the gate fell over while the other side of it, still caught in the railway, curled around to the fence. The bulky golem just kept running at full speed toward the front door. This time he got to break a door on purpose!

Bob reached out and crashed against the frame of the double doors, shattering frame and hinges together and sending the doors banging around the hallway. The dust hung heavily in the entrance, obscuring vision of the golem to make him appear as a silhouette to the already panicked guards. The few left in the front of the building at any rate. Bob roared in victory and the two guards there opened fire with their side arms. Small caliber rounds pocked his surface. He grunted and moved toward the guards. One of them got the brighter idea and started running away down the hall. The other one stared in shock at the giant before Bob bitch slapped him to the floor.

"Gatecrash complete." Bob reported. He used his foot to prod the unconscious guard on the floor. "I need to do this more often."

"I would agree with you except it usually involves breaking some law or other. Authority figures don't appreciate true art." Priest responded, turning around another corner aggressively. With a tap on his ear-piece he swapped channels. "Blaque, this is Priest. I'm on the way in person. I started plan 'B' as I'm sure you may have heard just a minute ago. Bob is in to help clean house or at least provide a distraction. When I arrive NERON will evacuate Willard and the cooperative children. It seems that the Director may have had some on his side. Twins is what I overheard before Darric finished the job. Watch out."

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Subconsciously Paige felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She lay there quietly trying to gauge where Francis was. She heard him unzip her purse and start digging around. Her purse was in the other room and she couldn't hear him in the bedroom any longer. Raising her head and finding him not in her sight she slipped from the bed and dressed quickly. She shoved her feet into her sneakers and snuck through the apartment. She found him waiting for her in the living room. Paige gave him a quiet smile and calmly took in his appearance.

Francis' eyes were darker than normal, almost brooding. There was a muscle in his jaw that was stressed way too tightly for her liking. She noticed the small gun and her purse contents dumped out on the table. He was becoming angry about something. That could be dangerous for her so she slipped into a carefree tone of voice and smiled at him as she walked across the room to him. She wrapped her arm around his waist and kissed his cheek and pretended to only then notice her things.

"Why is my purse dumped out? Were you looking for something?" She reached down and grabbed a stick of gum from her things and put it in her mouth. She pouted at his expression knowing that he was focusing on her full lips.

"If you are curious about the gun. I've always carried one. My mother insisted when I moved to the city. She made me take lessons just to make sure I didn't shoot myself."

She cocked her head sideways and gave him a playful smile all the while praying he wouldn't make her use her other skills. "What is wrong Francis? I can see it in your eyes. Has something happened?"

Francis reached slowly for the gun and she kept her demeanor calm as he looked at it. Turning it in his hands he raised it in the air to look at it better. "What else don't I know about you?"

Paige turned deliberately allowing him to wonder what she was about to say. He caught the tension in the air and glared at her accusingly. "You don't like babies and yet the doctor said you were going to fight to save the impure child of your dead friend. You are meta and you carry a gun." He shoved her gun into his left pocket and took a step towards her grabbing her arm and bending it backwards.

Paige went into survival mode and she turned flipping him over her shoulder and onto his back. She slammed her fist into his face and she felt the butt of a gun hitting the back of her head just before she landed on the ground. She hadn't looked throughout the entire apartment to know there was someone else there. She saw a man with dark hair and eyes as her mind slipped into the blackness.

Darric parked the beast around the corner a block away and he eased out of the leather jacket and put on a denim one and made himself look a little more common. He walked up to the church and he opened the door and went inside. The Cathedral was huge inside and there was a woman in one of the side rooms who appeared to be teaching a class. She was ordinary looking, nothing special about her that he could tell. She came out of the room and came up to him with a smile.

"Good day! And how does the lord find you this day?" She inquired. She offered him a seat near where they were standing. "Have you recently moved here? I've never seen you before." Mary asked.

Darric knew he had to make her understand that he was part of the cult as well. "I and my family are new to the area but not to the "church". We were part of the group at the Harrison chapter." He gave her a knowing look and she smiled genuinely.

Darric paid all of his attention to Mary and he took in every detail around him as he answered her questions about his made up family. She kept him on the first floor and took him up in the cathedral showing him all about the history of this particular building. She wanted to have Francis check him out before giving him access to the rest of the activities going on on the premises. Darric was watching people, mostly men coming out of different doors. Finally Darric asked Mary, "Are you Father Francis' wife?"

"Yes, he has three wives but I am the first wife. Why?" She responded with pride at being the first wife.

"I figured you were. Only one so knowledgeable could be his first wife." He complimented her. One of the others came out of the room and called her over.

"Please excuse me for a moment." He nodded and walked away appearing to meander into the more historical section of building while her attention was held elsewhere.

A few moments later she didn't see him and assumed he had left and would come back later when Francis was available.

Darric had slipped into a side of the church that she had avoided taking him to and he went into an old hallway. The walls were made of stone and the flooring was more of a cobblestone. It was cold in there and dark. The lighting was sparse and dim. The voices he heard appeared to be coming from the depths of the cave-like dungeon. Darric felt a wave of fear when he heard Paige's voice waft towards him. He began to move faster. He pulled out the knife he had used earlier on the Caretaker and he approached the room that he heard voices coming from. Darric took no prisoners as he attacked the men hurting the others. He would leave a trail of bodies if he had to, he would kill anyone between him and Paige.

Paige had woken up in great pain. Her head was pounding like it might explode. She remembered hitting Francis and someone bashing her over the head. After that it was broken in flashes. She remembered someone ripping her clothes off of her, leaving her in her bra and underwear. Then they had tied her hands together. Once she was lifted onto the hook she blacked out again. She was beginning to become aware of her surroundings and realized that she had a black eye and someone had hit her while she was out cold. What cowards she thought to herself.

Just as she came out of her sleep state she realized that there was a wad of material in her mouth keeping her gagged so her voice would be muffled. Her eyes opened and Paige began to realize where she was, the torture room where you tried to redeem yourself through pain. She screamed as loud as she could in fear of what was coming next. It was at that moment that the knotted rope hit her delicate yet firm back and buttocks. The fire that ripped through her instantly made her eyes weep and her body spasmed in agony. When the second swing hit home she gritted her teeth and shrieked but managed to get the rope with her foot and whipped it around her leg and yanked the abuser off balance. She could hear more screams, some louder and surprised ones coming towards her. Paige stood on tiptoe to reach her arms up high enough to get off of the hook.

Unfortunately, she couldn't just lift off. They had raised it so there was no chance of an easy escape. She looked at the man and the other woman that they had already beaten and realized that they were dead. Her torn muscles in her back kept her from pulling herself up to lift off of the hook and she forced herself to try again. She gritted her teeth as she pulled her body up. Exhausted she could only hold herself up for a mere second or two. Her adrenaline rush held as she managed just barely to slip the ropes over the hook. At that moment her energy physically depleted she blacked out from the pain and fell to the floor.

Darric was a bloody mess. When he rounded the corner he had startled two of the congregation who were abusing children at the moment. After he killed the men he set the children free and they followed him. The next room Darric passed was the sacrificial room. The executioner was in there and there was at least seven or eight men in there with him. He shushed the kids and they slipped passed that closed door and went further down the hallway. The instant he saw her back and her lifting the ropes off of the hook he ran to her and caught her head just before she would have slammed it onto the ground in her unconscious state.

Darric held Paige and the little girl grabbed a blanket from the corner and she gave it to Darric to cover her with. "Baby, wake up, it's time to go home." Paige thought she was dreaming for a second. There was no way...

"Darric?" she murmured. He held her tight a moment thankful that she was still alive.

"Yeah, it's me. Can you walk? I need to be able to fight our way out of here."

Paige nodded as she came awake. "I'll find a way. Let's get out of here." Paige showed him the way out that would cost them the least amount of time and energy. She knew that they would be found out soon if they didn't hurry. Francis would come back to check on her. The kids held onto her and kept her on her feet while they let Darric fight the way out. There were several times that Paige cried out in pain and had to stop a moment because of the damage to her back. Once they were outside Darric picked her up and told the kids to keep up as he ran her to the car. By the time he got her inside the car she was passed out again and the children were there and so were some of the more violent of the men. Darric pulled his AK out and shot them down in the street as his own body took several bullets. He got into the driver's seat and told the kids "Put your seat belts on and stay down!"

Darric didn't stop until he got them back to the bar. He called his friend Mike who was a doctor that wouldn't ask him any questions and he came right away.

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The moment Blaque checked on everyone's status after Darric killed Caretaker and left to go help Paige, Blaque looked out the corner of his eye to catch a glimpse of what was scurrying and hiding around. Breathing rapidly and screeching, this....thing that sounded feral walked towards Blaque. Physically it looked like a child but in terrible condtion as the arms were made of blades. The skin was pale and what the child was wearing on it's face looked like that of a doll mask. The hair gave away that it was a young girl but whatever happened to her, she was behaving like anything but human.

The girl rushed him as he pulled out his sheathed sword, blocking all of her attacks while responding to Priest. I read you loud and clear.. And yeah, I just heard the rumbling. I don't know about these twins, but I'm sending Delta in to assist. I will need Bob to make a ruckus for the time being until we get the kids out of here safely. There are others I'm currently dealing with right now...I'll have to get back with you in a bit, but did everyone hear that? he asked, seeing 2 more of these children with different augmentations on their arms with the same dollface mask. Willard... R0se... We need you to get these kids out of here; we're running out of time. What's your status? And Delta, you're up. Look for these twins that are heading to the family room. Stop them. Just try not to go lethal on them. They're still children. he finished.

The buzz of Blaque's voice crackled through the in-ear mic that Willard had been given before the mission, and initially shocked him, despite how the girl who spoke without moving her mouth did little to take him aback. Walking over to the girl, Willard spoke as thoughtfully as he could.

"Uh, hi there, I'm Willard - uh, Rose and I," - he pointed back to R0se - "were just wonderin' if you guys could come with us outside! It isn't safe here right now," he finished with a grin, wondering if the little girl who spoke without moving her mouth was supposed to lead the other kids or not. He figured, if she could do that to other kids, she'd have to be pretty smart - and smart meant being the boss, to Willard.

R0se let Willard handle talking to the kids. She figured he'd have an easier time and they wouldn't feel threatened or intimidated by adults. She gave her best 1000 watt smile at the children to show she was there to help, not hurt.

The girl, Misty looked at Willard when he spoke and then to R0se while she smiled at her. Misty took notice to Willard's reason and request. Staring at them, the girl spoke once more with her mind. "We are not allowed to leave here without Madame Ginger's approval..." she said "Unless she will allow us, we can't leave this place or we all will be punished for disobedience." she said to WIllard. Misty tilted her head a little to WIllard's thought.

"I don't lead the others but I'm best for mental communication. I'm more feared since I can hear all thoughts that are being projected but I cannot control anyone's mind. I can and will eventually be able to do that somedy but all I do is hear and communicate mentally. I know it's rude to hear other's thoughts but it's intresting to her what goes through new people's minds." she said telepathically. "Why is it not safe here?" Misty asked as well to both of them.

Practically just as soon as Misty finished her question, gunfire and a small explosion were heard from outside the windows in the room. Several children let out small cries, while most rushed over to watch what was going on down below. Willard walked over as well, trying to figure out what was occuring.

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Loaded out in a Full Gibbson Combat Suit type D, she was like a modern knight of destruction as she stood in the door of the Areodyn Combat Assault craft, armed with a 4mm rapid fire gauss weapon spraying the LZ. Echo was at the stick, her agile mind sweeping through all the sensors in the area, compiling a complete picture of their surroundings and passing that on to Delta just before the Black clad Android leapt out of the Turtle, landing 18 meters below among a small cluster security, which she brushes aside with a brief spray of suppressive fire.

Delta landed, Turtle holding position North, Northeast of your position. Echo out, said the calm voice of the reclusive technician.

Delta was a fearful object not seen since the last great war; when her type ruled the world of Urban combat and Cyber Control Teams as her weapon clicked away making a strange ripping-cloth sound rather than a traditional gun sound as it's needles struck targets and penetrated deeply due to speed (6,200 fps) and small but hardened cross section.

Two of her foes thought they had the drop on her and fired 10mm assault weapon fire at her right flank striking her hard enough to cause spalling of her external armor and stagger her. Forced to turn her attention from the portal she was headed for and towards them Delta didn't turn the needle weapon on them instead firing a 2cm genius Flash Bang grenade at them from her backpack.

After catching sight of this new opponent and getting into position to open fire on the android, the objective now was to get this obstacle out of the way so to continue on their mission to eliminate the threat that's with the other children. The moment they noticed something similar to a grenade, the girl leaped, one around the corner of the hallway wall and the other into another room to dodge whatever it was. After the bang, Pheobe and Renee, went to try and avoid this individual. Renee,the dark haired twin that jumped into the room to avoid the grenade, went to pull out the sink from the wall, blindly tossing the object through the wall attempting to hit Delta.

Phoebe, the blonde was waiting to use her acid and hands to break through the armor that this android sported. Coming from the corner, spitting her acid, missing, hitting and melting a piece of the wall. The girls were wanting to get closer but unfortunately it seemed that this android was going to be more difficult than she thought.

Delta was forced again to follow the two in their attempt to escape her next attack and because they split up so effectively use her stock of four 2 cm dustbombs which required that she deploy their curveball fins so when she pitched them they few in four oddly curved but predictable paths then detonate about a meter off the floor. Moments pass before sight or even sensors are useful as the pink dust falls out of the air filling over 30 square meters of space then painting it in a light coating. As soon as the dust contacts moisture it chemically reacts and forms a powerful sedative and paralytic.

The exposed eyes and nose are the best targets because most close their mouths tighter in dust than their eyes but it doesn't take much to do the trick and Echo will examine the nessesity of the expensive use but Delta knows she can defend the position with the Twins breathing bodies.

By this time, both Phoebe and Renee started donning babydoll masks that could be used to protect them from gases and chemicals unleashed in the area. This woman...this...weapon...both girls didn't account having this much difficulty. The trick now was to get close enough for Phoebe to melt through the armor to stop this woman. In the mean time, Renee was going to start with unleashing heavy blows to at least slow Delta down. Ripping the toilet from the floor, Renee came from out of hiding to toss the item towards Delta to start things off.

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"See, girlie, that's why it isn't safe here!" Willard shouted over to the young girl, pointing to the battle outside of the large glass windows. He made quick notice of some of the children around them cowering, against the walls or simply spread throughout the room, hands over their heads. Most of them looked pale and a few had shaven heads. Willard saw how their colors were darkened and terrified. Suddenly, he remembered what two people had told him only a few years ago, before he had joined Blaque.

'Don't use your powers unless it will help others,' were some of the last words Willard had heard from dad. He had often been scolded when he lived outside of the lab if he changed someone, like when the man who was walkin' funny and was shouting with that bottle of beer when Willard was 8. That was funny, how suddenly he fell over and started crying like a baby, though!

Willard looked over to Misty once more, determined to do the job he was assigned. Patiently, Willard lifted his hands in front of his chest, aiming his palms toward the children. He knew he had to make them happy and brave to get them out of here. His eyes slowly closed, and the little boy sighed, before his eyes opened again - and the brilliant green irises in his eyes glowed vibrantly, making his pupils practically disappear from view. A few of the children began to stand cautiously, before looking toward Willard, several of them looking more and more eager as time went on.

Willard let down his hands, and closed his eyes, opening them once again to reveal that the bright glowing from earlier had ceased. Slowly and softly, he spoke: "Ms. Rose is gonna take you kids out of here - you don't have to stay here anymore. Lady Ginger won't harm you," though there was a strange wisdom in his speech, though the vocabulary was still humorously child-like, which seemed to cause a few of the children to smile and giggle. They began to walk meagerly to R0se, standing before her like shy deer. A few seemed confident, but still a tad bit standoff-ish.

R0se eyed Willard as he used...whatever it was. It seemed to calm the children down, which was a godsend. She smiled at took two of the children's hands and knelt down before them "We'll get you all out of here and put you somewhere safe. A better home where you can all run around and play. Does that sound good?" She hoped they would be all right as she led them towards the door. She opned her comm to Blaque "Willard and I have the children rounded up. Preparing to extract."

Misty could hear the fighting as her question was answered. There was a little panic from her, but not as much as the others were panicking. She watched Willard doing something, causing the others to calm down. A smile came upon her face hearing that Madame Ginger was no longer going to hurt them.

Misty looked to R0se. With a nod, she spoke telepathically, "...Thank you. I... I appreciate all of what you are doing. And Willard... Are you like us?" she asked. Blaque answered back R0se when she spoke. Great...have you had any trouble? he asked calmly, when on his side, he was still getting attacked until he shifted his gun into sleep mode changing the ammo into sedative darts the size of bullet, shooting a few of the toy soldiers to sleep.

Back with Willard and R0se, the kids looked ready along with Misty, to say goodbye to the orphanage for good but... Funny...I leave the coop for a little and I find a pair of foxes trying to steal my eggs... Ginger said while holding her closed umbrella handle. there were 4 toy soldiers appearing next to Ginger while staring down R0se and Willard.

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A few minutes ago...

"Hey....who the hell are you!?" he said noticing Tamashi with his attire "I don't know who the hell you are nor who you work for, but you came into the wrong place, bastard..." he said reaching for his hunting knife and started merging into the floor. He noticed on the monitors different people he's never seen. Blaque was in the lab, R0se and Willard was in main family area with the children, and with a hidden camera, caught a glimpse of Delta outside. "Oh....shit...."

Now..

Mickey found himself with a few minor cuts and a bruised face, continuing his travels through the walls, floor, and ceiling. "Okay, this dude is almost like me. Seems he uses shadows to escape from me. As long as he can't catch me, he won't get anymore lucky shots...dammit..I should've been more careful while alerting Caretaker." He thought to himself, looking around for Tamashi, emerging from the surface of the wall in the hallway with half of his body, half of his torso, out of the wall. "Okay...where the fuck is he?" Mickey questioned with his hunting knife in hand.

Jonathan stayed in Level 3 waiting for the man to appear. It was brighter in the hallway then he would have liked, but if he moved quick enough he could potential end the problem soon. Jonathan slinked out of the room and moved above his opponent. Quickly he shifted into Level 2 then threw a stink bomb down near the man's head. Jonathan quickly produced a Tanto that was coated with toxin and aimed for the man's hand holding the knife.

While pondering his next move and a way he could counter Tamashi, Mickey didn't see the stink bomb thrown at him until it was too late. As it went off, Mickey called out "What the hell!" turning around, still holding his knife. The shadow man must've finally surfaced, Mickey though, trying to react quickly to catch sight of the ninja.

With the Groundskeeper turned towards him, Jonathan had to be very precise. Once he fell within range of the man Jonathan slashed his knife near the wrist of the hand holding the hunting knife. He then twisted his body in an attempt to avoid the counter attack.

Mickey wanted to look for an open to stop Tamashi but being a bit dimwitted, Mickey didn't respond in time from the slash that caused hims to drop his hunting knife. "Goddammit!!" With a groan, Mickey still went forth to try and deliver a haymaker to stun the ninja with the intent to grab him with a follow up and sink through the floor to choke slam him into the first floor ground.

With the trajectory no matter how much he tried, Jonathan wouldn't be able to fully avoid the attack. He took the haymaker, but do to his training it didn't affect him as much as it would a normal person. When the groundskeeper grabbed him Jonathan stabbed the mans arm with his Tanto and then switched to Level 3 leaving the blade behind.

A smirk came upon his face when his haymaker connected but seeing that this guy was not effecting by it. With the grab, there came a frown on Mick's face when the tanto embedded itself into Mickey's arm, crying out in pain, sinking into the first floor to hold his arm while Quincy heard the screaming from his associate while still hanging around Weber.

Quincy rushed over "Hey! what the hell happened?" he asked Mickey as he turned with the blade in his arm "The fucking ninja!!" he said as Quincy raised an eyebrow at the injury. "Ninja?" Quincy said "Look...we have more problems, the twins are going through hell right now. Caretaker is not answering and we may have more people here..." Mikey looked back "No shit, that ninja is the other person who is here. I saw all the other people here! I'm in fucking pain!" Quincy walked over and forcefully pulled the tanto out as Mickey scream "Why the fuck did you do that!!" he said "You was in pain so I removed it. We have a big guy causing hell in the front of the building. I think the toy soldiers are on the way to try and stop him. Do you need help with the ninja?" Mickey shook his head "I got him...I'm only one that can catch him!" he said, melding back into the wall surface.

Jonathan looked to the spot that his opponent had gone through. He hopped on comms and said, "Blaque, I've injured the groundskeeper, but he got away. Would you like me to hunt him down or assist someone else?"

Blaque made it through the toy soldiers, finding the bunker after placing the detonating devices down. Hearing Jonathan come up on the comm, Blaque responds Hunt him down, we don't need any loose ends. I'm almost done here on my end...I'm going to check on Willard and R0se. We need to get out of here soon. he said as he noticed the line up of pods.

"Yes, sir." Jonathan quickly made his way down to the first floor and went to the area directly under where the groundskeeper had dropped. When he got there he saw that the guy he had been fighting was gone. All that was in the room was his tanto blade and one of the other workers in the place. He had to find the guy and finish him quickly.

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Paige had passed out in the backseat of the car. Darric had laid her on her stomach so as not to aggravate her wounds further. The children he put in the front seat. When he got back to the bar he parked around back and took them all inside the back entrance which went down into the main part of the headquarters for the group. He carried Paige to the room used for medical care. The children looked around and followed him. It was at that moment that an older man came running down the stairs.

Darric had laid Paige on the table carefully face down. A sheet was covering her from the end of the wounds down and on the sides of her. Darric put the kids in a waiting area and went to speak with Mike as he started to examine Paige's wounds.

"Well?" Darric asked as he looked at the bloody lashes that were gouged into Paige's soft skin. He gritted his jaw and reached for her hand.

Mike glanced up at him and with a grim expression. "Well, we have two problems here. The first is that her back was hit by knotted ropes with glass knotted into them so it did considerably more damage than it needed to. That we can repair to a certain point. It may take a while before she is in action again. The second is....more delicate."

Paige was starting to come to and tears started flowing from the pain in her back. Her shock came at the next words Mike uttered.

Darric searched Mike's eyes for an answer. "What?" Mike hesitated for a second. "She is about 6 weeks pregnant." Darric closed his eyes and took a deep breath before answering.

Paige laid unmoving as she began crying aloud. "Get it out! Get it out of me! I don't want that devil's spawn inside of me!"

Darric knelt down to her and pushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. "Okay baby, we'll get it out. You just go back to sleep. I'll be here with you." He wiped her tears and she closed her eyes and passed out again.

"Knock her out and get her back medicated then get the abortion done. I don't want her to have to worry about that anymore than she is right now." Mike nodded as he gave her medication through an IV he was hooking up. He worked on Paige's back for over two hours getting the glass shards out of her open wounds. After her bandages were on he took a break before starting the other procedure. While he was doing that Darric stayed beside her and held her hand, kissing it every so often as he spoke softly to her.

It was several hours later that Paige started to come to. Her head felt fuzzy and the pain...THE PAIN was so atrocious that tears were running down her face before she could find the strength to open her eyes. She heard Darric's voice. "She is waking up and in pain." She heard the rustling of paper and her eyes opened just in time to see Mike injecting pain medicine into her IV.

Paige looked at Darric and she could see the terrible strain he was under seeing her like this. "I'm not doing this again. I'm not...I can't ...it's too hard on both of us. I'm not going so deep undercover any longer. No more sex with anyone else no matter what." She reached for his hand and pulled him to her so she could hug him. She spoke to him her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so sorry baby. I'm so sorry."

Darric held onto her and they spoke quietly and lovingly until Paige fell asleep again.

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Not long after finishing his side mission, Sonny was spending most of his time in his small apartment, bandaged up and passed out until hearing yelling and crying down stairs. Waking up with his head throbbing, we wondered if Blaque and the others handled that little situation with the orphanage yet. Sitting up, feeling light headed, and moving his mouth and tongue a little to get the moisture back, Sonny placed his hand on the side of her face to wipe up the drool.

What the..... hell?? he muttered sleepily while trying to get himself up but staggered a bit. The first thing he went to grab was the whiskey by the side of his bed. No shirt, bandages and wrappings on his torso, arms, head, and leg, slowly but surely Sonny made his way down the stairs just in time to hear Paige speak about not having sex with anyone else no matter what.

Quietly, sitting down on the steps he spoke up No more sex huh? I feel bad for ya, D. he said to Darric while taking a swig of whiskey. Let me guess...P-baby had to do some nasty shit on her undercover mission and she caught an STD? The groggy member asked. This has something to do with that Cult? If so, I told Blaque that it was a bad idea going after that place regardless if children were involved. he mentioned.

The moment one of the kids peeked through, Sonny looked over Son of bitch...speak of a child and one shows up. I thought that was Willy...guess the others haven't made it back yet. I could use your ability to heal right about now. looking to Darric and holding his wound on his chest Are these kids from the Cathedral?

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After speaking with Jonathan about searching for the Groundskeeper, Blaque finally reached the bunker, walking down the halls where some pods were open and others still held a few sleeping toy soldiers. Scanning the room and continuing forward, Blaque wondered how long they have been at this abducting children to have created this many toy soldiers.

His shades picked up another reading of something further down. A weird signal, obviously someone or something different than the others he was witnessing. He walked down to notice a separate pod, walking up to it, seeing a young lady in cryo-stasis. The mission was to save and liberate all the children and these dangerous ones should not be left out as well. He wondered who this girl was and what she was capable of. He would take a risk, but he needed to finish this mission at any cost.

Looking closely, the pod was connected to a computer, causing him to walk over and access her pod, activating the seal to open and thaw her out so to free her. As Blaque typed in the final commands, a loud hiss exhumed from the sides of the pod, filling the surrounding air with a thin white gas. Inside of the pod, the strange fluid that had submerged the teenage girl slowly drained out, causing a thin layer of water to condense on the outside of the glass. Finally, the glass cover lifted, the girl inside falling to the floor.

The girl looked to be in her late teens, with pale white skin and purple streaks through her otherwise midnight hair. She was relatively short and lean in figure, dressed in nothing but a medical gown, leaving her arms and legs bare, revealing several long cuts and large bruises across her toned, thin muscles. Just as suddenly as she had dropped to the ground, the girl began coughing madly, a mixture of cryo-fluid and mucus being forced from her lungs, onto the smooth tile floor.

Watching this girl, Blaque walked a little closer to get a good look at her and to try and explain who he was as his sword was still in hand while staring down the young lady. He needed to get her attention. "Hey, are you okay? My name is Bla--"

In a sudden blur, the girl had swung her leg against Blaque's hand, kicking at his weapon before forcing herself up from the ground with her hands. A crazed yell escaped from her lips as she lunged at the man in shades, trying to wrap her arms around his waist as she pushed forward in an attempt to tackle him.

The moment she kicked, he nearly lost his sword, but that was not something he was wishing to use on the young lady. With her yell and trying to get into guard, he saw that she was trying to tackle him as he went to try and hold her arms, getting in a wrestling stance. She was surprisingly agile and quick despite just getting out of a pod. "Hey, hey... Calm down... I'm not here to harm you," he said.

"Bullshit!" the girl exclaimed, folding her arms in to bring her body closer to Blaque, ramming her forehead toward Blaque's skull. With a quick weave of his head and with the move of his free hand, Blaque's palm caught her forehead, pushing her back a little to gain a little distance. "I'm being honest. If I wanted to hurt you, I would've done it before you had time to react. In fact, I would've just killed you while you were still in stasis..." He mentioned.

Blinking, the girl's angry expression turned to confusion, as in only a moment, Blaque had been able to stop her attack with his hand, which would've broken any other fool's wrist. Letting go of her grip on the man's arms, the girl took a small step backward as she stared into the pitch-black shades covering Blaque's eyes. A brief silence filled the air of the bunker, the two figures caught in a staring match, one waiting for the other to make a move. Finally, the girl winced in pain, lifting her hands to her temples. In only a few seconds, she had fallen to her knees, her brain pulsating wildly.

Watching her for a moment and ready for the next round of attack just in case, Blaque stared on for a bit longer before she suddenly expressed her pain, falling to her knees, causing him to look on curiously for just a second before moving closer. "What's going on?" he asked her. She may be in pain, but he had no idea what the cause of it was.

"Don't... Don't touch me!" she exclaimed as she fell back, scooting across the hard tile. She didn't get very far before her back was pressed up against the side of another pod, causing her to glance about frantically as she curled further into a ball, the pain visibly wearing the girl out.

"No more needles, I-- I'll kill you!" though the threat would've come across as serious, the girl's shrunken form made a mockery of her words. Panic had begun to work its way into the girl's eyes, though she still scowled at Blaque with a deranged ferocity.

Blaque did as told by not touching her but wondered just how messed up was she? What did Weber possibly do to her. "Do you need me to get you anything? Meds, or something else?" he asked her trying to be of some help. He could knock her out but he needed answers from her and getting violent was not a good way to get them. "Weber....what did Doctor Weber do to you?" he asked.

Upon mentioning the doctor's name, the girl's eyes widened in terror, fixed upon the floor as she wrapped her arms around her legs. "So many needles..." she uttered, "It won't stop hurting..." she grimaced again, finally staring up at Blaque, the hint of tears forming in her eyes. "He better be dead," the girl finished, her voice cracking from the mix of pain, anger, and horror that filled her mind.

Blaque analyzed her from her behavior and crouched down. "Those needles... the pain you felt... you won't feel that anymore. He'll never hurt you again, because I won't allow it. That's why I'm here. I'm here to take you and all the other children he hurt, out of here... I'm just asking you to trust me so that we can leave from this nightmare forever. My name is Blaque... What's your name?"

The girl felt the tension in her muscles ease as Blaque spoke, the words he gave seemingly filled with genuine intentions. Breathing deeply, she adjusted her posture, sitting upright to appear more collected. Clearing her throat, she spoke with subtle confidence. "Jinx... My name's Jinx."

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With a glare upon her face, scanning the room while leaning on her closed umbrella, Ginger gave a sigh while the four toy soldiers who were accompanying her, waited for her orders. Misty looked to the lady she thought of as her master, backing away a little. The other children looked over to the confrontation unable to attempt leaving with this woman standing in the way of the entrance along with her weaponized kids.

To think...the twins are being handled, We are being infiltrated, and you two must've been the ones that bested Weber. Once Caretaker handles his business, I'm pretty sure he will want you two alive for torture. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way... adjusting her glasses wondering how she should go about taking care of both Willard and R0se.

R0se put a protective hand on Willard's shoulder while also making sure she was in the way of the woman and the children. "Nice cliche, Mary Poppins. If you think I'm letting you do to these children what you have already done to the ones next to you, you're even more messed up than I thought." She scanned the room quickly, wondering if she should stay and fight or if they should flee. She didn't know if this woman would put up much, but considering the circumstances she had to assume the woman was deadly.

"Don't these children deserve happiness? Freedom? A loving home of their own? Look what you've turned them into. Mindless drones to do your bidding. No, I will be taking them and making sure they are provided a home of their own where they can grow up and be appreciated for their talents, instead of used." She looked over to Willard, "Not sure what you want to do, but I will handle her if you want to get these kids to safety. The others should be fine."

Willard did his best to assess the situation, noting the bizarre, cascading arrays of colors that seemed to eminate from the manipulated children behind Madame Ginger, a strange mixture of anger, pain, and fear, covered in a blank numbness. The children with their twisted forms took Willard aback and he wondered just what made them into the things they were, though R0se's words had been able to snap him into focus. "W-- where's another way out?" he asked, the map he had studied before failing him in the time of need. Taking a step back, Willard looked to Misty, hoping she could lead the way.

On the contrary for the fact that Ginger did indeed look like Mary Poppins, she hated that movie. That comment made her pop a vein a little, gripping the handle of her umbrella. What the hell do you know? We are giving them happiness. We are giving them a new purpose. I didn't turn them into this. These kids were already broken and we fixed them to be of better use....oh, we don't need to explain ourselves to you. You're on our property trying to take MY babies. We will show you exactly why they are happy and of better use.

Ginger looked to the toy soldiers Kiddies, Mother Ginger needs your assistance. They want to take you from me and bring harm to me. Stop them...help your mother defend the home and family. she said as the toy soldiers screeched. 2 of them charged forwards to the two.

It was times like this she wished she had her gear with her, but she didn't know where Darric stashed them. She didn't want to hurt the kids. Her thoughts raced around. How could she stop her without bringing harm to the kids? She looked at Misty and had an idea, "Misty, I know this is scary, but I need your help. I want to help you. I think your gift is wonderful and useful. I know people who would make sure you were cared for and appreciated and you can still be a kid. I can't do this alone. Can you help Willard take over her mind control of the kids? I don't want to hurt them." She returned her gaze back on the oncoming kid soldiers as she dodged an attack from one, waiting for a response. It was the only thing she could think of that didn't result in injuried kids.

Misty was usually never allowed to speak to the toy soldiers mentally for the fact that Ginger and the others felt she would try to get to their minds and break the control the adults had on them. Yes, all she could do was communicate mentally but that could be enough to snap the children out of their brainwashing. Seeing the near desperate look on R0se's face and also the situation, this could turn ugly quick if they didn't gain some sort of control without the children getting hurt.

Averting her eyes out of worry and looking towards Willard and looking back at Ginger along with the two toy soldiers who attacked, Ginger thought about what Willard and R0se mentioned earlier about getting them out of that nightmare and helping them have a better life outside the orphanage. With all of these thoughts and finally coming to the conclusion that this could be the only hope she has on getting out and seeing her mama and papa again, her face became serious as she spoke mentally "I will help...I will try and speak to them mentally..." she said and looked at Willard giving a nod to him to show she was ready to work with him in stopping this.

Willard quickly fixed his attention on the toy soldier closest to him, stepping back again as it swung its arm toward him. The little training Blaque had taught the boy was finally coming into play, as he was able to easily dodge the uncoordinated attack from the other child, though he still couldn't throw much of a punch. Oh yeah! I don't need to punch 'em!

As he blinked, Willard's green eyes began to glow brighter, a calm expression fixed upon his face. Reaching his arm out toward the other child, Willard was able to just touch the tips of his fingers to the child's skin before he had to duck from another swing - but that was all he needed. In that brief moment, the toy soldier felt a rush of cool air come over it as a wave of euphoria filled its mind, forcing the hatred and fear from the child inside. As his eyes dimmed slightly, Willard glanced back toward Misty, then to R0se. "Go get the crazy lady, Rose! Misty n' me got the other kids!" the boy spoke with bold confidence.

Misty gave a smirk standing side by side with Willard with the intention to oppose Ginger's influence. With one of the kids calmed, Misty went forth to speak mentally to the other toy soldier, focusing and basically yelling mentally as it brought its attention to Misty and rushed her before stopping shortly from making contact, holding it's head. With it backing away and not wanting to attack, Ginger grit her teeth.

Dammit! you two...take those two out for opposing us...I'll handle the ugly duckling! She said to the other two toy soldiers. Ginger readied her umbrella while the two remaining toy soldiers went for the attack.

As the other two soldiers came at her, she thought quickly. She REALLY needed her staff. She didn't want to harm them, but she needed to get around them and let Willard and Msty handle them. As the kids drew near, R0se charged forward, jumping and flipping over the childrens' heads and pushing them towards Willard and Misty. She then charged at Ginger, aiming a high kick at the woman's head.

With Rose evading the two other toy soldiers, the two rushed both Willard and Misty. Willard was getting attacked by a boy with buzzsaws for hands that would started spinning at his will while the girl had a machete arm and a hook hand coming after Misty. Ginger needed to put an end to this. With the first kick to the head that R0se threw, Ginger brought the umbrella up to defend the kick. At that moment, she twisted a mechanism for a blade to emerge forth at the tip of the umbrella Get ready to become my shish kabob. going for the thrust towards R0se's chest.

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Shortly after Weber left from the examination room, he needed to check up on Caretaker, since he was not picking up his line. Coming into his office and finding him laid out unresponsive and dead as a doornob, Weber called up Ginger Ginger...Ginger are you listening!!? Ginger was in the middle of trying to stop R0se and defending herself Yes yes I'm here you little troll what do you want!? I'm a bit busy at the moment.

Weber was heading down to the bunker while speaking Caretaker is dead...I think that man...that guy that brought the child and tattooed woman killed him because I don't see him anymore! With widened eyes, Ginger responded Oh come on...are you serious!? They managed to take him down too?? She said on the commlink Yes which means you and I are in charge now and we have no alternative but to set him free...

Weber, you know how dangerous that boy is...he could very well come after us too! Weber gritted his teeth, Well we don't have much of a damn choice now, do we!? I'm setting him free and he's going to have to clean house for us...if we don't, everything we worked for will go down the toilet...now I don't want to hear anymore disapproval from you..I'm letting him loose. You finish what you're doing and as soon as you can check with the others to make sure we are secure. We will need to get out of his path... he finished, shutting the comm off, making it into the bunker.

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Priest swerved around a final corner and pulled to a stop behind the van convoy. He drew in a deep breath. The sounds and smells of a war zone polluted the orphanage. It probably didn't help that a semi-living battering ram just shattered the front of the building and there was an aircraft strafing around one side. Chaos. Poor Priest didn't really know what to do with it. With a sigh he exited his car and approached a very focused robot.
NERON watched the scene very carefully. He was leaning forward against a fence post that shuddered against the weight of the automaton. A light tap on his shoulder finally took his fierce attention away. NERON scanned Priest up and down. "Your heart rate is abnormally accelerated, Priest. Are you lightheaded, ill or-".
Priest quickly cut the robot off. "Yeah, yeah. I get it Autodoc. Driving forty over the speed limit can do that to a heart." He wiped some of the ambient dust from his sleeve and addressed the next part of his plan. "Time you got in there Tinman. I'm here and I'll hold the gate. Just don't give me an excuse to show off." He sent NERON off with that same painting-like grin.
NERON stood tall in a resolute salute so perfect it showed off how inhuman he was. The robot's voice however seemed to be anything but a steely construct. "Fulfilling Prime Directive: Protect the team at any cost!" He announced emphatically. NERON flexed his saluting arm into the air which whirred and unfolded into a great claw more akin to the jaws of life a fireman would use for emergency. "And to liberate their enemies of the option to harm them!" The field medic AI needed no further incentive to go in. NERON sprinted forward, jumping around debris in the yard to find a good entrance or make one in order to fulfill his orders.

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Bob looked around at the rubble. The building was starting to crumble and it seemed he had sparked a fire by breaking a few pipes unintentionally. He just shrugged at it and pressed on with his usual juggernaut sluggishness. The halls were getting much quieter. It would seem that the security force was thinning. Perhaps this would get a lot more boring than he thought it would.
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Quincy looked panicked. Everything they had worked so hard to achieve was falling to pieces right in front of him. No answer from Caretaker. Guards were going quiet left and right. The twins were occupied and now even the orphanage's vaunted mother was pulled into mortal combat. They were screwed. He had to face the music.
"Screw this and screw Weber. I didn't come here just to fall in open warfare. He's got a way out of this I know it!" He brandished his signature "cooking" knife and a sickeningly wide grin spread across his face. "Oh yes. I know you have something hidden away, Doctor." He whispered. Mickey was out of earshot and soon sight too as he headed down the corridor to one of Weber's labs. The good doctor himself was headed to the bunker and left his supplies unguarded for this tragic event. Quincy's eyes darted back and forth across the vials and bottles in the white medical cabinet like a child looking for the present with their name on it at Christmas.
"Hah! There you are." He snatched a bottle filled with amber liquid labeled with a single word - "Quickening". A small dose was enough to grant the experiment children a boost of strength that sometimes even overpowered their small forms. He was bigger than that though. He would be better. He popped the twist-locked cap off and took a swig. He shuddered as it went down. It was like drinking uncooked rice and oil but the effect was nearly instant. He felt stronger, more energetic. He just hoped that the vile side effects he'd seen before wouldn't take effect until after he'd won this skirmish for them. Bleeding eyes. Doc had a cure for that somewhere - didn't he? No time to think about that! Quincy rushed down the hallway until he ran into a broad-shouldered giant of a man that seemed to fill the breadth of the hallway just by himself.
"You're in a hurry." The golem speculated. Bob looked at the diminutive cook and frowned. He swept his hand at him like a man would a fly. There was no collision and the man simply vanished from before him. He stared carefully down the hall confused went a pang struck into his back.
"Amazing! You don't have blood!" Quincy yelled in excitement. Bob dropped backwards with his elbow to slam the chef into the ground but he was still too damn quick. Quincy withdrew the knife and stepped back with minimal effort. "I know! Let's find out if you have guts too!" He grinned fiendishly. Bob lumbered back to his feet and barreled forward. Quincy slid right between his legs, chipping a gash into one of them on his way through with the knife.
Bob grunted as he swung back around with the closest arm in an attempt to catch the cook. Before he could tell what happened his arm all the way up to his elbow slammed against the floor and Quincy was in his face grinning madly. The knife was pressed deeply into Bob's abdomen with little effect. The golem lurched forward, intent on taking the bold cook with him into the wall. "Get off, gnat!" He roared. Quincy slipped his way through the golem's armpit this time. Poor Bob stared at his severed arm on the floor and then the hiltless blade imbedded in his chest and shrugged. He'd had worse days.
Quincy noticed the blade stuck in his adversary's chest and did a double take at the handle that was once his favorite knife in his hand. His face lit up with red, a vein bulging at his temple. "That one was special! Now it's ruined!" He ground his teeth together, dropped the handle and burst forward with enough speed at Bob's armless side that he was helpless to block him. The golem went crashing through another wall, landing on his back. He rolled as quickly as he could back to a standing position. Quincy met him with a straight punch, knocking him through another cheap wall and splitting a bathtub in two as he crashed to the floor. Bob glanced up as Quincy stepped through the hole in the wall. The cook was not unscathed. His punching hand was covered in blood - the cook's own blood. Whatever strength this man had, it was not enough to keep his own body from shredding itself.
The cook didn't give the poor clay man any quarter. He pressed forward and struck the golem's good hand aside and delivered a crushing blow to the top of the construct's head with his unsullied hand. Bob fell still.
Quincy flexed his hands. He could feel the unsettling popping and grinding of his bones but felt no pain. A great feeling of accomplishment and pride welled in him so despite the gathering bleariness in his vision he pressed onward. The cook was going to keep their poor children(potential cuisine) from being kidnapped.

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Priest felt a sharp pain in his head, like a sudden and violent migraine. Master and construct of such close bond as he and Bob shared a metaphysical bond. Bob's life was just seriously threatened, causing him to go dormant as a precaution. Priest shuddered in pain for a brief moment. As it passed he came to a sudden and unsettling realization. He opened comms. "Everyone, we've got a problem." He was feeling rather foolish for trusting Bob too much to take care of business without even observing him. "Bob is down. I don't know who took him out but be aware that you have a serious threat on the loose." He warned them. He silently chided himself for being so stupid.

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Quincy ran down the halls. He felt so alive, like energy burned in every limb trying to find a way to escape. The cook couldn't help but laugh out loud while sprinting to the head mistress' aid as the giddy feeling overwhelmed him. (He's totally on a drug high!) There they all were, he could see them blurring in the doorway with motion. Blurring with motion? He laughed it off, that was definitely how he usually saw. Yes, certainly.
The cook shoved several children aside, leaving his bloody marks on their clothing. He glared at the new child, his bloodshot eyes already starting bead up blood. "New child. I can't remember your name. Doesn't matter. You won't be leaving here, you won't be taking anyone - ANYWHERE!" That giddy feeling brimmed over and he started laughing again.
Quincy was interrupted quite rudely as NERON flew through the window, projecting glass in a perfectly planned array as it missed all the children and knocked the cook across the room. It helps to be a living physics machine. That insane laugh ended in a raspy cough. The psycho cook spun back onto his feet and laughed some more between coughing fits.
"Willard!" NERON called out in triumph. The aid-bot scanned the cook with a brief look and his warnings went off. "This human appears to be completely unstable. I am not noting his mental acuity. His muscles are going haywire and his sensory system is dying. Curious." NERON stopped analyzing Quincy as the deranged cannibal flew across the room to strike him. He deflected him with mechanical motion and used the man's own momentum to fling him to the other side of the room. "Willard please seek shelter in my chassis. I cannot defend you against this man in your state. Together we will finish this mission." NERON advised, keeping himself between the cook and his friend.

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It wasn't long after Blaque had began placing explosive charges around the underground bunker that they were suddenly surrounded by nearly ten toy soldiers, all of which had emerged from other cryo-pods nearby. Blaque looked over to Jinx, lifting his sheathed sword, blocking the combined attacks of two soldiers. "Hey, how are you holding up?" He asked.

"Could be better," the girl replied, her words filled with a sneering sarcasm. Though she still felt weak and a bit lightheaded, Jinx had somehow been able to stay on her feet throughout the short time she had been out of the cryo-pod. With a few swift parries, she grabbed hold of one of the toy soldiers nearby - a young boy, probably no older than eight, with various horrific surgical procedures done all along his body. Jinx wrapped her arm around the boy's chest and slipped her free hand across his throat, triggering a few pressure points to put him to sleep.

"Too bad these are just kids, or I'd be a bit more on my game," Jinx snickered, pushing a nearby soldier into a wall. Though it took a bit of convincing, she finally decided to accompany Blaque through the bunker, the after-effects of being in stasis gradually wearing off as they walked around. She thought back again, wondering just how long she had been in the freezer. "So, Mr. Blaque, this may sound like a weird question - but what's the date, anyway? And yeah, the current year would be nice, too," though she meant her tone to be in jest, her words were carried across anxiety-ridden vocal chords.

Popping one of the kids on the side of the head with his hilt, Blaque turned to look over to Jinx, watching her hold her own. She had a bit of skill as she stopped one of the children barehanded, but he wondered if she had a special ability.

From her comment, he raised an eyebrow while kicking back another oncoming toy soldier. "Hm? I know there's more to you than what meets the eye...what are you capable of?" He asked her, being able to take a breather with the kids they fought being knocked out. The moment the question was asked, he stared at her for a moment and then looked around. "It's the year 2065...September 16th... Do you remember when you were put under stasis?"

Jinx scoffed under her breath, once again cursing the deranged scientist that put her in that machine. Had it really been that long? Shaking her head, Jinx sighed as she began moving the toy soldiers aside, trying her best to prop them against the wall. "As far as I can remember, I was walking home sometime in November," Jinx hesitated, "In 2064." Dusting herself off, Jinx looked at Blaque with a coy smile. "As for abilities?" the girl chuckled, "Oh, I'm just a simple lass with a bit o' spunk, mister!"

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Descending the stairs to the bunker, Weber took a moment to stand and wait, listening closely for any peculiar noises coming from his underground vault. Content with how silent it seemed, he briskly made his way down the hallway of cryo-pods. Glancing about at each of his abnormality-ridden creations, Weber frowned a bit as he worried he would have no more opportunity to try and fix them. Sure, each of them had their flaws, but the potential each one possessed... As he came to the end of the hall, the crazed doctor froze, glancing to his left.

"No... No, no, NO! SHIT!" Weber screamed, kicking at the glass that covered the empty pod. "That bitch-girl got out, too!?" Kicking the glass again, Weber turned, fury filling his face as veins protruded all along his forehead and neck. Lunging toward the door at the end of the hallway, Weber punched in a series of codes into the computer mounted upon the wall before putting his thumb to the scanner, giving him clearance to enter.

The small, isolated chamber was pitch black, the only light inside coming from the bright red bulb on the wall high above, directly over a lone cryo-pod that seemed a bit larger than all of the others outside. Stepping forward, Weber's shoes clicked against the hard tile floor, before he stopped in front of the computer that was plugged into the pod. His hands shook as Weber raised them, slowly and methodically punching in the few lines of info needed to unlock the pod. The red bulb began blinking slowly, as a small hiss escaped from the sides of the pod.

Weber, in typical mad-scientist fashion, smiled as his perfect project was being released. "Come, Nicholas... Let us protect your home!"

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Willard's eyes widened as the toy soldier charged forward, its own eyes brightening with glee as it came in for the kill. Willard jumped back, falling on his hind as the toy soldier dove, Willard's eyes beginning to glow again as he reached for his adversary. The brainwashed child flailed about as it fell, kicking at Willard, a hard blow landing on the boy's cheek. Willard let out a small cry as he fell backward and rolled away just as the toy soldier came at him again with his buzzsaw hands spinning wildly.

The toy soldier's hands fell upon the ground, digging into the wooden floor, one getting caught between the wooden planks. Pulling madly at his arm, the toy soldier began crying out in pain and fear, its broken voice still carrying the innocence of a child. Willard stood up slowly and carefully, walked up to the crazed boy, and placed his hand upon the child's shoulder. In only a brief moment, the toy soldier fell still, tears streaming out from beneath its mask.

"It'll be okay... Everything will be better, soon," Willard's voice came out cracked and broken as his breath caught up to him, his heart beating out of his chest still. Willard looked over to Misty, who had seemed to have an easier time subduing the girl that had attacked her. Just as Willard began to walk toward Misty, he heard a shouting from behind the children that were still crowded around, watching the battle.

After NERON arrived and had kept the crazed Quincy from harming the boy, Willard nodded and smiled up at his best friend, climbing up into the machine's torso as it opened from behind. As the panel of metal slid shut behind him, Willard's eyes adjusted to the dark of the metal box before a small light came on above him, illuminating the inside of the robot's body. A small screen flickered to life directly in front of Willard's face, displaying the scene from the small camera placed inside of NERON's helm.

"Are you comfortable, Willard?" NERON's voice filled the small chamber, the synthesized phrasing coming from a small speaker placed on either side of Willard's head. As the robot finished speaking, Willard felt his body shift backward as the momentum of NERON's body moved forward, slamming into the deranged chef, throwing Quincy into a nearby wall.

"Yup! Though all this fighting is making me tired," the boy yawned as he finished speaking. A synthetic chuckling cracked through the small speakers, signalling NERON's amusement. On the outside, however, the robot had fallen silent, keeping the cannibal cook at bay by continuing to pummel his body down. Quincy's attitude had changed significantly, the effects of the drug already beginning to come down and causing the chef's vision to blur.

"That's enough!!" the chef yelled out, shoving the robot off of him, surprising even himself as NERON fell back a few meters. Heavy, he thought, before jumping after the machine. NERON brought up his arm to block the oncoming blows, the force pushing him further back with each hit. The AI began running diagnostics on the chef as his scanner beamed out from the robotic helm, analyzing just how much fight Quincy still had in him.

"Willard, would you be able to suppress this man with your ability?" the synthetic voice cracked through the speakers again, rousing the boy's attention. "Uh..." Willard's voice trailed off, looking again at the chef through the screen. "Sure, if I can touch 'im!" Willard said excitedly, though he wasn't quite as sure as he made himself sound. There was a brief pause, as if NERON was lost in thought, before finally he spoke again. "Alright. I'll get you close enough," the AI concluded.

Quincy had lept back from the robot as its free arm swung around, stopping just short of hitting the wall. In a flash, the chef made his way around the other side of the robot, slamming a closed fist into the robot's back, pushing the 1000lbs of metal forward, tumbling into the ground. Willard let out a yell as he landed against NERON's side, though luckily the inside was safely padded. The robot quickly hopped to its feet to deflect the next hit; the speed wasn't something NERON had calculated, and now had to be accounted for.

The next blow from the crazed cook was significantly weaker than all of the others, and NERON quickly took advantage of the impact. In one swift motion, NERON reached out his hand to grab at Quincy's arm, using his momentum to pull the chef over and snap his arm backward, cracking the bones inside. Quincy let out a cry of pain, the drugs wearing off at an accelerated pace, bringing the man down to his normal physique. As NERON grasped the man and held him still with his free hand, the front of NERON's chassis opened, revealing the small extended hand of Willard which lightly tapped at the chef's shoulder. In practically an instant, Quincy fell still.

"Chef Quincy has been disposed of," NERON sent his update through the comm channel to the rest of the team before turning toward the rest of the children, who had watched the battle in awe and terror. "R0se, Willard and I will be evacuating the children. I trust you're handling Madame Ginger quite well?" NERON pondered through the comm link at the hacker before the AI and Willard began directing the children through the rest of the building.

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R0se didn't think there would be more to the spindly woman, but it seemed she had thorns of her own. Good, this will be fun then.

She flipped backward as the edge of the blade came at her midsection. She smiled, "Well Mary Poppins, seems you got more tricks up your sleeves than your brainwashed soldiers. Color me impressed." Ginger sneered, "I hate that movie!" She lunged at her and R0se countered and kicked her feet away as she stumbled forward. Ginger brushed herself off before she started talking to some unknown figure. When she mentioned someone coming after her, an idea in her head clicked. This woman needed to be punished, perhaps death wouldn't be enough.

Ginger got off her comm before staring at R0se "I need to leave, but I will be damned if I let some bitch take my children from me." R0se snickered. She'd been called that before, but somehow it made her feel all tingly that this old spinster was doing so. "They are not "yours". They are not assets to be gained and used. They are children. However unique their gifts are, they deserve a life." Ginger shook her head, "What life? They would be abused! Sought after! Tested! They are safe here! Or were safe, until your lot showed up and ruined everything!" R0se merely stared at the woman, "The sad thing is...I think you actually believe yourself. I admit, our world is a fucked up place, but there's good in it. I will make sure these children are placed back with their parents if they have them or put into good homes where they can grow up with a normal childhood. You, however, need to be stopped." Ginger smiled. It sent a small shiver down her spine. She was slowly losing it. "What are you going to do? Kill me? Think of the children if they found out." R0se had to admire her cunning, but she shook her head "No, I won't kill you, but your friend might."

Ginger looked shocked, but in that moment, R0se darted forward and cold clocked the woman. She fell instantly. R0se shook her head. Damn, she had a hard head. She did the same thing she did with the crazed man before. She found something to tie her up and placed her in a nearby cloak room. She locked the door and placed a post on the door that read "Present Inside. Do what you will." She imagined the person she was worried about would come looking here. And if all else failed, at least they could bring her to the authorities.

Her comm beeped and she answered. "R0se, Willard and I will be evacuating the children. I trust you're handling Madame Ginger quite well?" She was thankful NERON had Willard safely out. She responded, "Yes, she is taken care of. She is locked tight and I believe she has a friend coming to get her that will do more damage than I ever could. I'll meet with you outside." She tagged Darric, "Darric, can you make sure to grab my gear. I never did find where you placed it." With that, she turned and walked out to meet up with the others.

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Darric heard Sonny and he stepped out of the room and closed the door softly so he didn't wake Paige. When he turned around he was not in the best of moods. The rage in his eyes was a warning to Sonny.

"No, she meant no sex with the bad guys no matter what. No more having to pretend to care about criminals that would ordinarily make her want to strike them dead." Darric gave off a dangerous tension as he said "And no, she was tested every month or so for STD's. That murdering bastard got her pregnant. Mike just performed the abortion."

One of the kids appeared and Darric stopped clenching his jaw. "Yes, these two are from the cathedral cult. We will be getting them home soon."

Darric motioned to the child as he knelt down and she came over and wrapped her arms around his neck and cried. Darric hugged the child til she pulled back. Darric looked at the girl's face. She couldn't have been more than 8 years old. She looked broken and sad.

"My mama is dead so where will I go?"

Darric tried to be reassuring to her. "I am not sure yet but we will find a good and safe place for you ok? Don't be scared. You are safe now." He let her hug him again. When she ran off to the other room he stood up and glared at Sonny.

" I'm warning you now. Do not mention the abortion to Paige. Do you have anymore smartass things to say?"

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Seeing the look on Darric's face was a little amusing but he knew how the man felt. Sonny took a swig while thinking about his pregnant girlfriend who was killed by an enemy of his a while back.

He took a moment to hear Darric out and paused for a few moments, downing some more whiskey I know what she meant...I was just dicking around with you two.

Watching as Darric spoke with a kid and with a warning given to him about not mentioning the abortion to Paige and asking if he had anymore smartass remarks, Sorry chuckled right after for a bit. Look at you, man...the rage, the tension! Heh...I know that look and feeling all too well after the mother of my unborn child was mutilated on our kitchen table. I know exactly how you feel but you have the advantage over me in the form that your woman still lives. I know you and I don't get along and I know you want to shoot me as I want to burn you until there's nothing left to regenerate. But speaking to you as a former wannabe family man to a loving man, Don't let that rage control you to the point that you break. It may very well get you killed.

Heh...who am I to talk? I didn't agree to go after that cult leader but if you're thinking about going back alone, don't. Wait for that shady bald-headed bastard to get back here to assist you and you can then tear that cult leader to shreds." Sonny said Anywho...I'm going back to bed. Your secret is safe with me unless I'm too drunk to hold it in. You both have my sympathies. I hope she gets better. Do what you need to do as a man but don't be stupid about it. Staggering back up to get ready to head back up the stairs.

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Weber watched as the young perfect soldier come forth, obeying the command of Weber. Nicholas looked down at his "creator" and spoke Reporting for duty....mission objective... The boy said standing there disciplined and awaiting orders. The very words Weber wanting to hear, made his spine tingle before he issued an order.

Search and destroy. We have intruders here. They are a danger to you....to us. If they are not part of the children here nor that of your superiors, destroy them. Hmm...actually....come with me. the scientist said walking towards where he remember hearing fighting between the toy soldiers and the intruders.

Hearing the others on the comm about someone taking Bob down and then NERON joining the fray along with R0se defeating Ginger and then WIllard and the other children being safe thanks to the defeat of the one that took down Bob, Blaque spoke. He looked at Jinx for a moment after her comment to him, not really answering his question. Good job on your ends. Priest, if you can and if he's still in one piece, try and get Bob out of there. if there's anyone else available to help you, I'll have them meet with you. Willard, R0se, NERON, I expect you three to get those kids out as fast as possible. I have someone else here with me and they're coming along. I'll meet with you all shortly. I'll check with Delta and Jonathan as well. getting off the comms.

"So, got quite the prison break going down, Mr. Blaque?" Jinx snickered, tugging at the ends of her hospital gown. The air was cold in the bunker, and the little cover she had on her made Jinx shiver. It was too bad she didn't know what had become of her clothes, and the thought that that creep scientist had probably been the one to put her in her current apparel made her shake again.

Staring at the shivering girl, Blaque removed his trench coat to reveal his matching color pants and vest with the shirt and tie. He held out his coat to her to take it. Yes you can say that. I'd call it more of a liberation. My team are handling different objectives to get you and the other children out of the place and so far, some of your superiors have been defeated. I just need to capture Weber to turn him in for his actions and destroy this place. he informed.

"Well gosh, you're such a gentleman," Jinx smiled at the rather morbidly-themed man, taking the trench coat and putting it over her lab gown. "I've always wondered how I'd look in one of these!" Jinx laughed, rolling back the sleeves so she could see her hands. Her joy was cut short, however, as the mad scientist appeared, Nicholas alongside him, noticing the pair right away.

The looked on Weber's face was that of disappointment that she was not only loose but seemed to be assisting the enemy. Well now. It's not enough that you infiltrate my home, have people causing problems, stealing my children but now you freed one of my more precious kids and have them sided with you? Jinx...What are you doing? Get back into your pod this instant so we can deal with this nuisance...I'll deal with you later, girl.

Jinx's smile was still fixed upon her lips, though her worst nightmare stood before her. Slowly, the blood from her face started to drain, paling her snow-white skin even further, making her look like a ghost. Stepping backward, Jinx started to shiver again, though she had Blaque's coat. "Y-- you piece of shit!!" Jinx let out a cry before charging forward, fists bared, her left arm swung back to land a blow to the doctor's head.

Weber was definitely confident with Nicholas around but was slightly annoyed by the resistance Jinx displayed. With his hands casually placed behind his back, he watched as the girl call him out his name Oh? If you think that's bad, wait until I turn you into nothing more than a breeding bitch. he said as the girl advanced towards him and making him back step in surprise that she'd raise her fist to him only for Nicholas to step in and go for the side kick to her ribs to knock her back and keep her from touching his "father" and master.

With the kick from the "perfect child", Jinx fell to the ground, causing her to roll back to her feet, enabling her to jump back up. Scoffing, Jinx eyed the doctor, then his bodyguard beside him. Nicholas looked to be about the same age as her, maybe a bit younger, though who knew how long he had been in stasis. She shot a glance to Blaque, an itch of distrust glazing her eyes, though she felt sure he would help her.

Weber chuckled Well my oh my. I see that you're willing to bite the hand that feeds you huh? Well I have no use for a broken toy. Let's see how you fair without an arms and legs to attack me with. Nicholas, take off her limbs. He said while Blaque looked on kind of wanting to study just what this perfect child could do. The moment the orders were given, Nicholas caused a yellow constructed blade to form in his hand, rushing towards Jinx, going for a swift swing of his mentally created sword only to be blocked by Blaque's blade.

For a moment, holding on, Blaque spoke to Jinx Is there anything in particular you know about this kid? He asjed when Nicholas started his assault on Blaque. The kid was quite fast but Blaque was able to keep up with him but trying to fight and defend and capture someone all at the same time was going to be extremely difficult. Especially while dealing with a boy who packed a bit of a punch with his attacks.

Jinx blinked as the blade stopped its approach on her, as Blaque had seemed to appear between the two of them. She snapped out of her confusion as the man spoke to her. "N-- not that I can remember, no... I was always being experimented on when I was awake," Jinx felt a tinge of frustration as she spoke, then continued, "though I'm sure the two of us got this guy, right?" she joked, though her voice shook as she spoke. Glancing about, she looked for an opening to attack. Finally, she ran in a wide arc around Blaque, aiming to land a swift kick to the back of the "perfect child".

Weber at first smirked from the fact that Nicholas was going to off Jinx but the smile faded when Blaque stepped in. This man was more skilled than he though. Blaque looked over to Jinx as she spoke and when she asked that they can take him down together, he agreed Yeah, we can take him. I still need to get the scientist himself.

With both Nicholas and Blaque crossing blades, Blaque noticed Jinx joining the fray, getting around her new ally catching Nicholas in the back as the boy grunted and stumbled. With that, Blaque went for a round house kick himself knocking the boy down as he then turned to Weber. With the smug look on the scientist face, he decided he may need to leave from there. Blaque wasn't going to let that happen as he lifted his gun to shoot the scientist in the legs to prevent him from leaving but the moment he pulled the trigger to let loose 3 shots, Nicholas dashed and dove in the way of the shots getting hit in the chest and midsection.

The shots that Blaque fire were standard bullets but that seemed to be the problem as Nicholas stood allowing the bullets to be pushed out of his skin and his wound closing up, healing completely.

A shiver went down Jinx's spine as she watched the bullets pop out from the boy's chest, leaving nothing but pale rings on his skin where they had made contact. Cursing under her breath, she shot a quick glance to Weber, who was already a good deal down the hall. "Not to ditch ya or anything, Mr. Blaque, but our main villain is getting away, and I think you can handle this mutant kid a lot better than I can under these circumstances," Jinx straightened the trench coat, looking for a way around Nicholas.

Suddenly, there was an opening. Nicholas had begun to recreate his psychic blade, and there was a wide enough gap beneath his arms for her to slip through. She dashed, and as he swung his arms, Jinx ducked down into a slide, passing under him. She didn't bother with any sort of witty remark, and quickly got her footing and chased after Weber.

WIth Jinx getting pass Nicholas, Blaque was able to concentrate on their fight now without having to worry about defending Jinx. He trusted Jinx to be able to handle Weber as he and Nicholas went at it again with some swordplay. The boy was strong. He was able to push back Blaque but still proving to be able to hold his own.

Throughtout the battle between the two, Blaque managed to impale him a few times, cut his skin and shot him a couple more times to slow him down. Yes, slow him down but not stop him as Blaque realizes this fight could never end until he himself gets tired and Nicholas could capitalize on it. Time for another strategy.

Blaque need to make sure he was put down for good as this boy, even though he was a teen that should get help, he was too dangerous. This boy managed to push Blaque where he'd have no choice but to take him out. Blaque changed his gun's mode to ice where shooting two shots, froze Nicholas' legs. Blaque then switched the mode to bbreaker that was as powerful as a shotgun, shooting Nicholas in the midsection, knocking the boy down. That was until the boy started crawling towards him that Blaque switched his gun's mode to Toxin, unloading to shots to the boy's back as the neurotoxins started to spread in the boy's body, keeping him from moving on. With that, Blaque left him.

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Jinx had been able to catch up to Weber just as he turned toward the exit door in the main room, and she lunged out at him, catching him by the legs. The two of them fell forward, rolling about as the doctor kicked his feet at Jinx's head, cursing at her as his right hand fumbled about on his belt. Jinx placed her feet and pushed off, punching her fists into the man's stomach to launch further, landing finally in between the man and the door. Weber, despite the impact of the blow, jumped up to his feet, pulling a syringe from his belt, wielding it like a knife.

"Now then, lass, I suggest you either let me through without any more trouble, or I'll stab ya and drag you along with me," the doctor's face had paled as his eyes filled with rage, lifting the needle up above his head. As he jumped forward, Jinx raised her arms up to catch his and twisted, but Weber shoved his knee into her stomach, doubling her over. Bringing the needle down into the back of Jinx's arm, the yellowish liquid seeped into her veins, sending a chill across her body. Jinx pushed the man away and swung her leg up, kicking her heel into the side of his skull.

"You son of a b-- * " In only a few seconds, Jinx had fallen to the floor, her body going limp as the paralytic made its way through her system. She felt her stomach churn and her vision blurred, then went blank, just as Blaque's dark boots made their way into view.

Blaque walked up to Jinx as she laid there. He looked down at her and the knocked out Weber and called on NERON to con and assist in carrying the bodies of Weber and Jinx. With the bot showing up and scooping the two, NERON left the scene while Blaque started his follow up for the rest of the team.

(I'm about to do the finishing summary of this mission)

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