Gonzo — Roleplayer Guild

Henry looked up from his desk as two men walked into the room. Both were not dressed in District 0 attire. Both were dressed in loose T-shirts with some kind of graphic design on them, and both wore loose pants and slip on shoes. One had his greasy hair slicked back, and the other had his combed to the side. One, the one with the slicked back hair, had thick rimmed glasses that looked too big for his face, and the other wore sunglasses in doors. It was clear that both of them really didn't care about personal hygiene that much, or at all, for that matter.

Henry nodded to both of the men, and stood up. He extended his hand when they approached the desk, and shook each of their hands. The two sat in the pre-placed chairs, and Henry sat back down at his own chair. The room was quickly engulfed with silence, save a couple times when the man with thick rimmed glasses took a hit form his inhaler.

"So, it's been a while, Mr. Jamison," said the man with sunglasses.

"Yes. I has been."

"I'm assuming the reason that you called us here is because of him?" asked the man with the thick rimmed glasses.

Henry merely nodded, then pulled out a file named "HA-VK". He set it down on the desk and took a deep breath. "You both created him, and he was lost in a firefight. But now he is back and I want you to hack him. Bring him back under me."

The man with the thick rimmed glasses shook his head. "No. You must be mistaken. He was deactivated and lost. We couldn't find him. At all."

Henry sighed and picked up a remote. He held it at the big holovision screen and pressed a button. The screen whirred to life, and the images of Havok and some young girl walking the streets of a lower District were displayed for them all to see. Once the images were played enough, Henry shut off the holovision and clasped his hands together. "Now you know I am not kidding with you. I need to you to go back to your lab, and I need you to hack him. We will provide you with anything you might need. All I ask is that you hack him back to serve me. I have one more person I need dead..."

James stayed on the bed, a frown on his face from both what he was just informed of, and from a small, dull headache. He shook his head for the hundredth time that night, and finally got out. Not bothering to turn on the lights, he made his way to the door of his bedroom and opened it. The dim light of the living room was like a floodlight to James. His eyes burned, even after he closed his eyes. He let out a hiss of pain and immediately began rubbing his eyes, trying to soothe the sensation.

Mason looked up from his bong when he heard the door to his room open. He smiled until he saw his brother's reaction to the light. He dropped his bong onto the table and shot up. In an instant, he was at his brother's side and guiding him to the nearby couch. He wasted no time in getting him seated and looking for a small rag, an ice pack, and a couple of aspirins. In minutes, he was back at his brother's side and placing the cold back on his head as his brother took the aspirins. He sat next to him and stayed silent until James visibly relaxed.

"Dam bro, are you okay? I've never seen you with that big of a headache.."

"I'm fine, Mason. Thanks. It was nothing.. really." The elder twin sighed and looked at his younger brother through the small opening that the cold pack gave him. He shook his head. "Mason... we need to talk... It's about that Deon guy..."

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