MCCP Headquarters

Secluded away within Earth, the The Mythological Creature Containment Program Headquarters (M.C.C.P HQ for short) is an mostly underground labyrinth of corridors, research labs, armouries and prison cells. The exact size of the location is unknown to most people, even extending to some of the staff who operate within the compound. (This description can be updated/expanded upon)
== An Intrusion ==
The lone figure strolls through deep woods, clad in a dark blue robed outfit, his heavy leather boots making soft thuds in the forest as he walks. He adjusts the hem of his hood and smirks as below, at the bottom of the hill he now stands is a small train depot. He fingers the twin kama bound together by chains saddled on his hip in anticipation, but controls the rush of excitement. His yellow eyes gleam for a moment before he vanishes from the material world into the spectral, and he rushes the depot.
A train is making its last series of loading procedures, men clad in armor belonging to the Agency known as the M.C.C.P, the Mythological Creature Containment Program use massive forklifts to haul large crates full of people - or at least, beings resembling people. Kake, the now invisible intruder has been working to undermine the M.C.C.P's actions, actions that the general public of the human race seem perfectly happy to turn a blind eye to. 
But he will not.
Leaping over the entrance building and onto its roof, he quickly makes leap upon leap towards the train as it is loading its last crate. He was honestly hoping he could just stop the train from leaving, but he had received intel from the underground that suggested that his little acts had garnered him a fun little nick name, 'Shadow Reaver'. Admirable that they're acknowledging his pastime, problematic for now supposedly 'Agents' are being randomly assigned to these trains.
"Best to hope whoever's on board gets killed with the derailment." Kake mumbles under his breath. The crate is loaded up, and the train begins moving. As the train is about to depart, Kake manages to land on the last car.
Now then... to find where the residential cabs end and the containment cars begin. Then we can have some fun. Kake grins as he hops over the first car on his way towards the front...
== Exiled ==
"<So... Let's get this straight before I up and burn this forest down, we've spent the better part of the past few years fighting for our fucking country - or rather, planet. And our reward after all of that shit was to get exiled to a fucking rock.>" Drake speaks through gritted teeth, tensing up his arm before slamming it into the tree, indenting it.
"<For once, I'd love to tell you that you're wrong but sadly you're speaking the truth.>" Daikeim responds, a minute tone of agitation. "<But they probably have a reason behind their actions, they usually do. But for now we need to focus instead of taking our aggression out on the trees.>"
"<Oh fuck off, let me have this.>" Drake retorts, taking said aggression out on the trees. "<And why are you so calm during this? I'm not the only one who got exiled, hell, it's worse for you too.>"
"Daikeim sighs and looks deeper into the forest. "<Are you done punching wood? We need to get going.>" He says before walking ahead regardless.
Drake just narrows his eyes before groaning, following aside. "<Well at least I get my aggression out on something that isn't you, Daikeim... But yeah, I'm done, so the plan?>"
"<Simple: We hopefully find some form of life that's able to understand us and get an idea of where we are, then we go from there.>"
The two delve deeper into the forests, attempting to get used to everything around here before they eventually coming across something - or someone.
The two come across a man with short dirty blonde hair wearing some black leather-looking attire and is singing while sitting in a beach lounge chair.
"I'll neverrrrr fergeeeet her puurrrrr-ty faaaaace. I recon' she weeent out to-o-o spaaaaaace."
The man turns and look at Drake and Daikeim.
"Yeayea, Aih know i'sa corney sowng. But it oneadem' sowngs ya' sang and ya' jus' can't help but sang it."
The two come to their stops and just blankly looks at the man, dumbfounded and already lost for words. Daikeim turns his head towards Drake, who only responds with a shrug. Daikeim looks back at the man and attempts to speak to him, but to the man - can only hear gibberish. 
The man blinks for a moment in confusion. He then sticks his pinky in his ear, takes it out, looks at it, and sees no wax.
"Huh...Hol'up Hol'up Hol'up."
The man stands to his feet, revealing him to be taller than both Drake and Daikeim by a head or two.
"You's mus' be dem' reeeeel fo'weners. Y'all miiiight have ta' take it slow a tad 'bit."
Drake eventually sighs and clasps his hands together, a faint glow emanates from his palms - he then proceeds to place his hand on himself and Daikeim's shoulder, after a moment of silence, Drake looks at the man. 
"<Ok this should work...> So, you tall bastard, do you know where exactly we are?"
The man looks around the misty woods
"Da fores' I recon'.
"...That's not what I meant." Drake replies, already annoyed.
Before Drake can do anything brash, Daikeim speaks up. "What my friend is trying to say is that we're... Lost to say the least, we need to know where we are - planet wise. Understand?"
"Ooooooh, so yer' dem extra-fo'wenahs, huh? Well, y'all 'er on da' thurd' planit frum da' Sun. Urth.'
"Earth... Alright, so I guess this place gets a lot of attention from outsiders too?" 
"No, not really. It is jus' a fores'.
At this point Drake's blood is already boiling. "He means on this planet you thick-accented fuck!"
The only thing Daikeim can do is just widen his eyes and look at his hot-headed friend.
"Ar'-Ar' yu' dissin' de acksent?"
"Yes, I am. Maybe I could give you a little rune that'd help you speak clearer so you don't sound like such a bit--"
Before Drake can say anything else, Daikeim grasps his hand over his mouth, muffling Drake's voice for just a moment to ask the man something.
"Drake can you just drop this for the time being? We're not in the best of situations here... Look, can you just tell us where the nearest town, city or populated location is?"
The man narrows his eyes some.
"Imma 'fraid a' can't let sum' extraturestries waltzin' aroun' da' place like dey people. You two a' gonna haf' ta' see my bouss ovah' dat mattah. Dat's one place I can take ya'."
While initially shocked by what the man says, Daikeim uncovers Drake's mouth. "That... Doesn't imply help, that implies capture."
"I fucking knew it!" With one quick slide, Drake unholsters a matever style handgun from his side and aims directly at the mans forehead. "I am going to give tell you what you're going to do - you're going to get up from your chair, you're going to look at us and apologise for making such a crappy threat. Then you're going to open your mouth so that I can RAM MY FIST SO FAR DOWN IT THAT I COULD USE YOU AS A FUCKING GLOVE!"
The moment Drake draws his handgun, it disappears and the man is now holding and examining it. He then tosses it over to Daikeim.
"Yu' seem to be moe' level hedid'.And I ain't speakin' 'bout capturin' no body. Just seein' whatch'all deel is."
"Daikeim I'm gonna skin the fucker and not even you will be able to stop me in a minute..." Drake growls as he snatches back his weapon, keeping it in his hand.
"I know I know." Daikeim says, sighing. "Well, sir. We just want directions, is that so hard to give?"
"Isit so hard for y'all to come wit' me? I  ain't tryin' to put y'all in n cage. We jus' wanna check y'all out before we's letcha' go 'round and about ouwa beautifully chaotic world."
The two fall silent and eventually look at each other, with seemingly no other logical choice besides leaving. They nod to one another and turn back to the man. "Fine, we'll follow along - but if you try anything, you WILL be a paste by the time we're done." Drake hisses.
"No need fo' da' threts'. Safdey' firs' as allways. Follow me.'
The man begins to walk in the opposite direction.
Daikeim notices Drake leaning towards him, whispering. "<If everyone we meet speaks like that then don't blame me for a genocide.>"
"<Noted.>" Daikeim responds dryly.
The three walk into the misty forest and soon they notice it's becoming more and more misty. Becoming more of a fog.
"So where exactly are we going?" Daikeim asks.
"Come wit' me, and yull see."
They soon enter a clearing where multiple armored vehicles, flying crafts, and balcony levels can be seen. Multiple people wearing black and white armor are all that can be seen as they work. The atmoshpere feels dull despite all the activity going on around and above them. To the sides, they see various creatures being kept behind in some sort of holding cell. The look like there should be windows but it doesn't reflect any light. Some of the creatures look reptilian, some humanoid, others are unknown.
"A wirld of pur' contamination. Livin' heeeer'  yu'll see. Dis' ain't de plase yu wan' ta beeeee. But not in yu guy's case dough. Y'all two shood be fine."
Drake notices Daikeim slightly tensing up and decides to speak. "Y'know... Taking us to a city would've been fine..."
"I's tol' y'all. Ya' can't be goin' around jus' yet until we run a few tes' and y'all tell us a few thangs. Uder then that, we'll let ya' go an' I can show ya' de neeres' town."
"<We should've just walked the other fucking way.>" Drake mutters under his breath, in response Daikeim just rolls his eyes. Giving Drake an unimpressed look.
The man takes them toward a beam of light shining upward
"Threw heer yu two.'"
The two follow suit, going through said beam.
The two instantly get shot up through the facility until they get shot right and then abruptly stop in front of two clear double doors.
"Well, lead the way then." Drake suggests - Daikeim steps forward and opens the double doors. "Just remember not to lose your shit." Daikeim responds.
Once Drake and Daikeim walk in, they see several people wearing white garments, who soon turn to look at them. The room is silent as they look at them like statues.
The two remain silent as they continue to walk through, Drake glancing at the members of the facility.
The man comes through the clear double doors.
"Don' worray, don' worray. Dey wit' me."
The white coats begin to slowly resume their original duties.
"'Ey, I need wunna y'all to runa quick fizakle on dees gais."
Four of the white coats approach the two.
"Ok, we need you both to strip."
"Except for your underwear."
"Yea, except for your underwear. Once you do so, rest on these tables."
They motion to two clear slabs floating in mid-air.
"Excuse me, what? For what fucking reason?"
"Well to take samples of your skin, hair, blood, aaaannnnd..."
"Urine."
"Yeeeaaaaa that too..."
"If you're capable though."
Drake turns his head towards Daikeim, who only shrugs in response before turning to the scientists. "We can do all of that except the urine samples - anatomy reasons."
"Oh thank God! I mean--That's ok, we can take saliva samples instead. It's more preferable."
"Well if you can hand us the vials, then we'll gladly do the samples ourselves." Daikeim offers out his hand for the vials.
"As much I would love for you to do this yourself, we'd get terminated for letting myths do this themselves."
"Allyins"
"What"
"Dee's two are allyins'"
"Oh, then we definitely can't let you do that yourself."
"The fuck are Myths?" Drake asks, then looks at the others. "And you're alien to us... Look we'll spit into some fucking tubes, we don't need babysitting."
"We's ain' tryin' to. We just samplin' from extraturestries. Once dat's done, we'll take y'all to our leader an' then y'alls be free ta' go. The fastah ya do dis', da fastah I can show yu da' neeres' town."
Drake just growls through his teeth. "This is a fucking joke... Fine."
"Then please, take a seat. This shouldn't take no longer than five minutes or so."
The two take their seats, Drake still glaring at the others until he turns to look at Daikeim and begins to converse. To the others, once more they hear nothing but gibberish to their ears.
"<Well to be honest, this has happened a lot before on other planets - I don't know why you're irritated about this.>" An exhausted sigh leaves Daikeim's mouth as he takes off his jacket.
"<That's because we just got exiled instead of being praised and now we're stuck in this shitty place because you thought it would be a good idea to follow the stranger for fucks sake! I don't want to deal with this shit. I just want to fuck off somewhere, get a drink and relax.>" Drake snaps back at him as he too undoes his jacket, leaving it over his shoulder.
"<Don't try and pit the blame on me! We have no idea what's on this planet and you think it'd be a good idea to just wonder about? Look, I know that we're in a crappy situation right now, but we've both been through worse and you know it. Besides they said this won't take long so just try and keep calm, got it?>"
"<Yeah yeah, I know... But seriously I can't promise you that I won't kill someone by the time we leave.>"
They then here a sudden slurp sound
The doctors look at the blonde-haired man.
"Hrm?"
They turn back to Drake and Daikeim, until they hear the slurp noise again. They turn to look at the blonde haired man again.
"Hm?"
They look at the man for a little while before slowly turning their attention back to Drake and Daikeim.
Daikeim looks at the man. "What... What are you doing?"
"I don't know waht yur tawkin' ahbowt."
Drake keeps his eyes on the man while Daikeim looks around. "Then what's the slurping noise?"
"I don't heer not'in."
"...Sure..."  Daikeim rolls his eyes when suddenly the power cuts out, a moment of silence passes before Drake stands up.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me... Ok, I am fucking done with this place!" Drake yells out, looking at the staff and the man. "I don't give a single care in the world if you want us to stay here so you can get samples, we're leaving." Drake begins to walk way, with Daikeim following behind.
"Jonas."
"<Honestly... This is a damn joke...>" He hisses.
Daikeim once more sighs. "<Look, let's just find a place...."
"Almos' fa'got ta antsah yo' cuesshion. Anstah'd it. So whatch y'all's names?"
"It's Daikeim."
"Drake of the Ryunexo Mercenaries... Or just Drake Ryunexo." 
"Hm. Pretty manley names."
"...Yeah, thanks I guess... Come on, Daikeim." The two eventually leave the room.
"Bud' I wondah why such manley names wa' given' to a cupple a' gurls."
Within seconds, the room Jonas and the staff were in lights up, engulfed in flames.
"Fucking hell, Drake!"
"SHUT IT, I DON'T CARE, I'M KILLING FUCKERS NOW!"
Everyone screams in agony.
"DUDE, WE AIN'T EVEN DO NOTHIN!"
"CURSE YOU, JONAAAAAAAS!"
Drake suddenly finds himself pinned against the wall by his head. Jonas' is entire body is steaming and his face is covered in soot
"Trigger'd."
Drake can already feel Jonas' grip beginning to tighten
"Gud job fer' shoot'n firs', but if ain't killed who yu were aimin' fer' you 'ad just dyed."
"Heh... Sure, you're forgetting something."
Suddenly Jonas feels a strong pull on his shirt as he gets thrown across the room by Daikeim then suddenly punched in the mouth by an enraged Drake. "You couldn't have just ignored it Drake, couldn't you?"
Daikeim stands tall, blue fire coating his hands, an unimpressed expression while Drake gets back up - a smirk on his face as he gets enveloped in red embers and flames. "No, I couldn't. Not like me to just do... Now, I believe we have someone to beat to a pulp."
Jonas wipes his face off and smirks.
"No clawin' and flailin'? Yu two mite be men yet."
Jonas tilts his head forward.
"Now show meh' how ya' extraturestries throw down."
"Daikeim, make sure you have my back." Drake says as he clenches his fists, walking up to Jonas.
"Don't worry I always do." He responds, narrowing his eyes on Jonas and the surrounding area.
"Good. Now don't worry Jonas - I won't disappoint!" Drake shouts before immediately headbutting Jonas then following up with a knee straight to the gut.
Jonas pauses for a moment, almost in complete shock, until a wide smile etches across his face. He then grabs Drake by his sides, lifts him above his head and slams him into the grated floor, head first.
Drake finds his head stuck through the floor below and two soldiers look up at him, rightfully startled by Drake's sudden appearance.
"Whoaaa! Who the heck are ?"
"My visor saying, he ain't registered! It isn't even detecting him as a myth!"
"What should we do then?"
"What do you mean what should we do? We blast 'em!"
The two soldiers aim their guns at Drake's exposed head and pull the triggers.
While the two were talking, Drake has been building up a mouthful of flames which he spews out the second the troops aim their guns at him - after the two are turn to ash, Drake attempts to pull himself out. Meanwhile Daikeim is already engaging with Jonas, his attacks weaker but ultimately outgunning Jonas.
Jonas is enjoying himself, even though he's stuck to dodging.
"Notis how I havn't thrown a punch at ya' yet? I's becaws yo' abit mo' rashonle dan' yo' frend. It ain't too late ta not play bitch in da' relashonchip."
"That's because I'm just distracting you." Daikeim coyly says as Drake reappears through flames and elbows the back of Jonas' neck in perfect sync for Daikeim to spinkick him hard enough that he turns towards Drake who tackles him into a nearby desk.
Jonas kicks Drake off of him and into Daikeim and then shoulder rams both of them into a wall. He rolls his head around and kicks them through the rest of the wall and they land into another room. Before the two can get up, they are surrounded by MCCP soldiers who have their visor lights shining down on them.
"Stay down!"
"There's nowhere for you to run!"
"Even if there was there's still no way for you to get out!"
"Y'all bes' do whad dey' say."
Jonas pins his foot on Drake's back which also pins Daikeim down.
"Yu'll only make things worse fer y'allselves if ya' keep on."
"<Daikeim, wanna do your thing?>"
Daikeim nods and his eyes lightly flash, before the others can react, they're all blasted through walls via a strong shockwave. The two stand back up, wiping dust off before turning to look at the fallen troops.
"Hahahaaaaa! ALRIGHT YOU FUCKERS, TIME TO DIE!" Drake's smirk widens as he sends out wave after wave of intense flames - incinerating the soldiers as they recover, Daikeim does the same, the mesh of blue and red flames in tandem managing to even keep Jonas back.
"Huff!"
Jonas inhales
"Puff!"
Jonas inhales longer and then releases a loud howl that blows the flames back at Drake and Daikeim that forces them against another wall and over the edge back down to ground level.
"Wheeew! Goodness, ma' chess." Jonas pats his chest before charging over to the edge and shoving them over and jumps over it himself.
Both Daikeim and Drake land on their feet and look back up, Drake groans. "He's... Gonna be a bitch to deal with, but he does seem like he's heading somewhere else but should we just leave?"
At this point they hear the faint explosion in the distance, Daikeim turns his head towards the sound. "...Well, depends on if you want Jonas to get away."
"No."
"Then I guess we're going towards the explosion, he's probably thought that he's gotten rid of us and has gone to inspect... We should ambush him." Daikeim says before he walks through the corridors, Drake folllowing suit.
Jonas lands at the bottom. He surveys through the darkness but sees nothing nor hears anything until he hears some commotion coming from above him.
"Dern. An' I just came frum up there too. An' I can't shoot ma'self up der neither. O well."
Jonas walks up the nearest wall and begins to run up it on all fours
----
Fire in Nursery 35. Immediate Assistance is required.
"A fire in a nursery?"
"Apparently. My visor is picking up Jonas and two other anomalies. They're not registed and my helmet ain't picking them up as myths neither."
"Hold up, check your visor again."
"I'm picking up unknown readings. Two myths that aren't registered. Those are probably those other-worldy visitors some of our guys brought back."
"Not those two."
"What do you mean?"
"She's right. There's an extra two anomalies. One is closing in where the other two visitors and two of our guys are at. The other is in a closet not far from here. With an unconscious staff member. Merilee Vaughn Mallegan."
"Oh no! Not Dr. Mallegan! She's the smartest one here!
"Damn, how did they get passed us?"
"Doesn't matter. What does matter is that they aren't getting out of this fly trap."
"They're at D-5, Room 510, right?"
"Exactly. A group of ten goes form up at D-5, Room 510. Us other ten will head toward Nursery 35. Another five form up with me near that closet. Alert The Administrator one of you, and then message whoever else to press on the search for that Secondary Power Switch. We move quickly and quietly."
The soldiers mobilize to their destinations.
== The Raid ==
Kado creeps along the forest, barely visible at times, as though blending with the very shadows. He has noticed a trail of footprints in the forest, and is following them.
From what I can tell... ...three males passed through here. Would fit in well with the scenario we picked up on.
He follows the footprints to a hanger door in the ground.
Right then. It seems there is an entrance with some manner of security behind it. I need someone to get access established. Bring a squad or two with you, I want this entrance guarded.
Mizora responds. I'll come in with a squad. Don't fret. He orders some to follow him as he makes his way to Kado, and when he arrives he walks over to the hanger door.
"Ah, you. Think you can get this open?" Kado eyes Mizora briefly.
"Don't sound so dissapointed. And maybe, we'll see." He crouches down over to the hatch, placing a hand on it. ".....There is, definitely a whitelist of sorts. I can place us on it, getting in would be easy."
"See it done."
"Normally i'd ask for the magic word." His hand glows a bit, and he taps the hatch as if rewriting something. "But, this is urgent." They are granted access, and Mizora opens the hanger door.
Kado takes out a long white rod and plants it in the ground, flicking a switch. He leaps into a distant tree branch. "Get back."
Mizora does the same, just holding onto a tree by one foot and one hand.
The rod emits a high concentration of electricity in a very short pulse, but they can tell the facility's lights and power are out.
"Move in." Kado lunges into the pitch black facility, sword in hand, landing on top of a member of staff there and immediately gagging them and hiding in a maitenence closet, before beginning to interrogate them.
Mizora jumps in as chains dangle from out of his robes, hooking onto anything it could find as he caught himself and hopped down nearby Kado. He stays outside the closet, idly watching in case anyone came by.
The staff member ungags herself and looks at Kado in a confused state. "Who the heck are you? Are you a terrorist? If so, I'm the smartest one here in this facility."
Outside the closet, alot of commotion can be heard going on around the facility.
"Bruh, who turn't down da' lights?'
"I don't know, man. But it's dark as shit down here--WHOA! Gah! Fuck!"
"You ok there, bro?"
"No! I stubbed my toe onna damn tire!"
"Man, I hate stubbin' my toe too."
"You idiots! You all have flash lights in your visors!"
"Ooooooooooh, totally forgot about that shit."
"How do you forget how your equipments work? It's mandatory for you to know the functions of your equipment at all times! We gave all of you an infobook on all this!"
"Whatever whatever! We need to find out why the lights and everything went out. So let's start searchin' around."
"And while we're doing that, someone find the Secondary Power Switch. It's not everyday the lights sponaneously start to go off."
"Unless there's ghost."
"......."
"Do you think we should call--"
THWAAK
"No. No we should not."
"Veeeeeeery smart,I assure you."
"Point taken. Well, if you're as smart as you say, this won't be hard." He unsheathes his black blade, and the room brightens a bit, before then showing them a picture of the missing agents.
"According to our intel, these two went missing because of people wearing that same uniform as yours. We're looking for them. The quicker you tell me, the sooner I am out of your hair. Of course, if we don't find them, I can always take you in retaliation, and then you'll be at the center of a rather ugly standoff. I don't think either of us wants that."
His dark eyes narrow, the white pupils behind his mask narrow into half circles.
The staff member inhales slowly.
"I'm afraid I don't know about them. They must've just brought them in recently or they are just temporary visitors. But, I do know where they could be holding them nonetheless."
Mizora crouches down, placing his hand to the ground as a few small spiders crawl out from his sleeves. "Go." They crawl throughout the area, relaying information to him.
"Tell me and I will let you go."
"It's on D-5 and it's gonna be Room 510. It's all marked so you can't miss it."
"OH SHIT! SPIDERS!"
"SPIDERS?! WHERE?!"
"RIGHT THERE MAN!"
Random shots are taken until they suddenly stop.
"Bruh, are you for real? There's only like three of these things!"
"But they're spiders! They could be venomous!"
"Or Radioactive. You should let one bite you."
"KYS..."
"Man, that shit old."
Mizora rolls his eyes as the spiders relay information. "Bumbling goons...." The spiders dissapear, off to look elsewhere. 
Kado strikes the person on the head, knocking them out. "Your assistance is appreciated."  
He silently leaves the closet. You done tormenting the children? I have a location. D-5 and Room 510. Tell me what you find, Mizora.
Mizora laughs. The tormenting was just a bonus, I have already begun my search. Sit tight, dark one. It takes a moment, but his spiders eventually come across the room. I have found it. Shall I search the room or relay directions?
We need intel on the situation. Search it, then once you're done, relay directions.
A spider enters the room, and sees various figures. He recognizes some as Azure agents, seemingly being interrogated. He blinks as his spider gives him the information. They are being interrogated. It doesn't look like they're getting much from our agents, however. Its just down the hall, and then all the way left from your position. Hop to it.
Kado begins to fade into shadows as he runs toward the destination, once he arrives at the door, he silently waits, hearing footsteps.
The soldiers footsteps move in quietly towards where Kado is. He doesn't hear their voices or their breathing, just their footsteps. But the voices he can hear comes from the other side of the door wheere one of the soldiers are yelling at the agents.
"Go on, say it! Say where your from? Say who you work for! Say what you eat! Say how you feel! Say how you're never going to leave this place until you give us some cotdamn answers!"
"Don't mind him, he's clearly frustrated."
"Hell ya, I'm frustrated! I'm pent up more like it! I should've released down at the Steamy Engine 30 minutes ago! Everyone knows how I spend my lunchtime! And everyone also knows I need an extra 10 minutes to unload!"
"That's when you're feeling courtious."
"Other than that, I'm wasting my time with these mutes!"
"Eh, we need to let them go anyway. Who knows when someone might come lookin' for 'em."
"Can't believe I missed out on a good time for this!"
They find no one when they arrive at the spot, and the scans don't pick up any sign he's there.
"Where is he?"
"He's here. Just tring to trick us is all. Don't always trust your eyes. They can be the greatest liars."
One of the soldiers knock on the door
"You guys ok in there?"
"I am, but this dude is not."
"I'm throwing a fucking fit!"
A large clancking nose can be heard inside the room
"Block the door and tell them to hurry up and turn on that switch."
"Yes sir."
They all notice an armed grenade at their feet.
"OH SHIT! GRENADE!"
"Run the opposite direction!"
One of the soldiers kicks the grenade away down the hallway. Everyone is bumbling to get to the right side of the hallway.
Right as the soldier aims his foot at the grenade, he thinks he sees a flash of red steel, right afterward, the grenade explodes immediately, killing all of the soldiers in the blast radius instantly.
The other two soldiers in the room hear the commotion.
"What the hell?"
"Quickly, arm yourself."
The two soldiers grabs their weapons from off the floor. One of them stands in front of the agents while the other stand behind. They both have their guns aimed towards the door
The soldiers don't see the door open, but a dark shadow pours from the door's seams and gathers into a vague humanoid shape.
"Drop the weapons, or you're next."
"Meh." One soldier drops his weapon
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?"
"Uuuuuuuuugghhh. Living. Duh. Besides, we were supposed to let them off anyway. Go on and take your folks back, Shadowman."
The figure looks at the other soldier. "Well? Would you like to be made into my combat dummy or are you going to drop your weapon?"
"No need, Shadowman. He can't do nothing to you anyway. Plus, he's too scared to pull the trigger. Get out with your men while you can before they find the Secondary Power Switch."
"Why are you helping him?!"
"Why aren't you shooting him?"
".....You know what?" Drops his weapon "I'm on launch break."
"Good. And let them try, the generators will still be busted, we saw to that. Maybe take better care toward who you go about harassing."
The shadow figure manifests into a robed masked man who throws shuriken at the bonds of the agents, who waste no time clothes-lining the two MCCP Agents and joining the masked man, who takes the two out of the room, melting the door and doorway together with his strange red blade, which gives off a furious heat.
"It's time we made our exit."
Kado and the agents can hear relatively heavy footsteps, as he turns to look. He sees Daikeim and Drake - whom of which is carrying one of the MCCP agent on his shoulder. "Well... They were easier than Jonas but it still wasn't him..." 
"Just have a bit of patience, Drake... He'll probably come here--" 
The two stop and look at Kado, silent at first. "...Be ready, Daikeim."
Kado's posture seems neutral, but one with a well seasoned eye notes the subtle shift in his posture that indicates his defensive reaction.
"Mind getting out of our way? We have a mission to finish." He says dully.
Drake drops the agent beside him, his hand resting on his holster while Daikeim actually accesses the situation, taking note of the fallen MCCP agents and the Azure agents beside Kado. "Depends if you've seen some blonde male, really thick accent around here."
"Haven't. We're not with these bozos." 
Daikeim faintly smiles. "Well, that's a relief... Drake, you can ease up."
"I know, I can understand them as well." Drake sinks his hands in his pockets. "Well I don't want to leave until that bastard is dead."
"We can either go after Jonas, tired and bruised from you know - fighting a war. Or, we leave, get accustomed to this place and come back when we have the advantage." Daikeim suggests, Drake goes quiet - thinking it over before sighing. 
"Yeah, fine... Besides, I'm fucking hungry... Let's go." Drake's stomach groans as he and Daikeim walk past Kado, the two speaking to each other in their gibberish again - later emerging out of the MCCP with few cuts and scratches on them.
Kado and the two agents begin to make their way to the surface through a combination of stealth tactics and moderate combat, wanting to try and rejoin the reinforcements at the surface.
Mizora has been waiting idly near the entrance, providing directional support and giving information as to the best routes to take. 
Kado and the agents begin to reach the hatch, now making their way out.
"Mission successful. Do we have link to homebase?"
Mizora is quietly petting a small spider on his finger, with a faint smile on his face. "I believe so."
"...Lets get started on evac. I don't like how well that went."
Almost as if Kado was asking for it, he hears the faintest of 'click's. A bullet flies from the dense forestry around the headquarters and scrapes past Kado's mask, leaving a mark. "Oh come on! How in God's name did I miss that?!"
The Azure agents notice faint glimmers, reflections of light bouncing off of many... Many sniper scopes, sprinkled around in the forest and all pointing at them. 
With a faint signal of his hand, the Azure agents all turn on large personal shields, while Kado runs forward toward the snipers at high speed, hands on the hilt of a black blade.
A series of 'clicks' echoed through the forest as the snipers open fire on Kado, bullets whized by them all, some managing to slip past openings to land fatal blows.
The bullets seem to phase through Kado as though he were made of air rather than solid, and he leaps into the first group of them and draws his black katana, unleashing a huge wave of crippling darkness into them.
The soldiers barely have a chance to react before they sink underneath the darkness, their screams muffling out. From behind Kado and the Azure agents, a small squadron marches out - Rocket propelled launchers strapped and mounted over their shoulders.
"Ready! Aim! ...FORGET THE FORMALITIES, FIRE MAGGOTS!" The captain's orders are heard loud and clear as a volley of rockets are fired straight towards the shielding agents.
Mizora jumps infront of the shielding agents, grinning wickedly as massive chains shoot out from his robes at high speed, colliding with the rockets half way between the agents and the rocketmen. "Goodness, goodness. They might hurt themselves with all these toys..." More chains fly out, hurdling towards some of the rocketmen to impale straight through them. "I should hurt them first."
"Good save." Kado calls from the other end of the battlefield, cutting down the last of the snipers. "Soldiers, get a exit going now!"
The various agents begin to get to work immediately.
One of the soldiers looks at his commanding officer, grinning like an idiot. "Well, is this considered a CHAIN of command? Get it?" Sadly those would be his last words as one of the chains impales and wraps around the soldier, squeezing tighter before his body just crumples.
The commander takes off his cap and grips it tightly, face red with anger. "WHERE ARE OUR EXPENDABLES!? GET THEM OUT HERE NOW!" The radio on his strap picks up his yells and only a moment later, Azure and its two commanders are faced with a wall of soldiers. They begin firing almost instantly once ready.
The Azure Agents merely block with their shields, in the meantime, some of the soldiers see a small round ball roll under their feet, faintly hissing.
As the smoke begins to fill the area, blocking off sightlines. The commander begins screaming at his soldiers to keep firing, but quickly drain their ammo. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE FOUNDATION OF OUR ARMY HOW ARE YOU THIS BAD?!"
One of the soldiers yells through the smoke. "I thought we were expendables, sir?" The commander doesn't respond to him, instead ordering his men to fall back.
"I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY BECAUSE ONCE THE BIG MAN GETS WORD OF WHAT YOU'VE BEEN UNABLE TO DO, YOU WILL BE TARGET PRACTICE!"
On the commander's way out of the area, a knife embeds itself in the back of his thigh, but the attacker, along with the Azure Agents and the myths they busted out, have disappeared, leaving a faint rift that evaporates away.
Some of the soldiers hoist the commander up, the exits of the facility open up, letting the platoons in all while the commander curses.
==Recuperation==
Jonas makes his way down through several corridors, passing by several busy personnel who are making sure what all is gone and what all is intact. After a moment, Jonas stops where he is and sighs. He stands in front of a door with a plaque on the front of a door that says "The Administrator".
"Ho boy..." Jonas braces himself and knocks on the door. "I's me. Jo'nas. May aye com'in'?"
The door slightly cracks and Jonas slowly pushes the door open and enters the dark abyss before him. The door then closes behind him.
The room is dark, confined. It doesn't feel hot, cold, or anything for that matter. There's several television screens on the left-side of the room, all of them showing the world news, surveillance of the facility, and drone footage from the outside world. The light illuminates a edge of a desk. Behind the desk is a silhouette of what appears to be a man wearing spectacles. The light refracting off the glass.
Jonas swallows before speaking. "Well sur, Weave sustain'd minimle damnage. De nurs'ry is all but cook'd an won of de storige aras are also gon. The tew captivs we had in de holdin' ara are gon. We can assume dat dere frends caim an broke'em owt. And dem tew extraterestries aye brot escape'd tew. So....Dem de noos..."
There's a silence for a moment. A very unsettling silence as the overlapping dialogue from the television screens are the only things that can be heard from the room.
"Jonas" A masculine voice says to him. The voice sounds normal for the most part, though very closely sounds as if there's smaller voices behind the normal one. "When have we ever had a break-in of any sort?"
"N-nawt inna guud wile aye'm purty sher'..." Jonas tries to answer the best to his ability. He may have been working for the agency for awhile, but he didn't exactly read up on the agencies history.
"Back then, sure we were susceptible. But we've made great strides to ensure that we could not be easily beached by any force. And even if anyone or anything did, they were most definitely not leaving. If we cannot secure ourselves, hoe can we secure the people? We may not have taken too much of a blow, but it was a blow none the less. And one we must make sure does not happen again. We encountered unknown forces today. Both from beyond Earth. Knowing this, I will let this slide knowing thee might not have been much for you to have done in that instance. But in the same vein, I'm keeping in mind that you didn't do your best to stop either of the strangers. So do know that I will being keep track of your progress and your degress and I will act accordingly based on them. Understood?"
Having said all this, The silhouette doesn't seem to have moved; not to Jonas anyway. The spectacle are still where they were where they were when he walked in; seemingly floating in mid air. Looking at him, yet almost like it wasn't.
"Undastuud." Jonas answers. "So whas necks?" he asks
"Assuming the intruders got what they came for and went back where they came from, we stay clear of them for the time being. If they come back with hostility in mind, then we will act against them. As for those visitors you brought in, we search for them. and bring them in. Their failure to comply with registered physical testing as well as taking the lives of 30 of our medical staff and caused severe damage to our property places them as criminals and societal menaces. We are to search for them and bring them in. And if if they prove too much to contain, then we terminate them. Since you bought them, you capture them. I do not care who all you take. But I do expect some manner of progress in their capture or termination."
"Yessur" Joans replies
"Also, while repairs are being made, have the R&D Department see if they can develop a longer lasting battery for the other sectors. You are dismissed."
"Yessur" Jonas turns around and leaves the office. Once he's out and closes the door behind him, Jonas begins t breathe heavily, almost like he had been under water longer than he should've and is gasping for air. He takes a minute to compose himself. "Well, ma' job jus' got a 'hole lot mo' tents." Jonas proceeds down the corridor from which he came.
Meanwhile in the R&D Department
"Alright guys, we just got an order from the Chief. Apparently the under-layers aren't capable of resisting beyond 1000 degree temperature, so says one of the personnel. The also said they not only need the under-layers to be more resistant, but also self-regenerating. As if they weren't asking enough already. We have over a billion soldiers stationed world-wide that we need to provide these for, but thankfully no time limit, but that still doesn't mean we can slack off. The quicker we do this, the faster we all can go to bed. Let's get too it."
A head of brown hair leans out of a doorway. "Didn't we finish the last lot of designs only last month? They really like to keep us busy in here." Maxim follows his head out of the doorway.
"Well, when you're the longest running Agency in the world, everyone tends to depend on you more and more to fix their problems. We're too big and been reliable for too long. That's why we're always busy, because we're the top of the line to these people and they expect us to stay that way. Being reliable can be a hella tiring. Especially for the whole lot of us who have to die and waste resources everyday of our shortening lives. Anyway, you're the best we've got in micro-technology. You and few others go on and do the self-regeneration feature to the under-layer suits, will ya. Make it easier for us."
"I will see what my team can do for self regenerating although you'll be pleased to hear that we have already been working on a new titanium-carbon layered fabric." Maxim pauses for a second with a thoughtful look on his face. "Maybe weaving some tungsten layers in can help with the temperature problems. Add in some copper between to transfer heat to other areas. Could be useful for other things." He begins to mumble to himself and wanders back into his lab.
"Pull together whoever you need for that project. I'll gather whoever's left."
"I'll ask the Bio-Lab to help with the self regenerative feature, I saw them testing something similar with algae. I have two of the electronic guys in mind to help with some other features that could come in handy. I'll also go grab one of the engineers from fabrication to assist with prototyping everything. That should be everyone needed to get a quick version implemented for testing."
"Good on ya'. See? You're already making it easier on us already."
"I just want to advance the human race to the best it can be. More developments in every field of science are necessary to achieve that."
"Good mentality too. Remind to give you a rise sometime. If the suits turn out the way we want them."
"I am going to need the specs of the previous under-layer design so I can get the newer design to fit well with the existing outer-shells." Maxim goes to a board in his lab and wipes off the formulae he had written previously to clear room for a map of what is needed for the new under-layer.
"Knock, knock, Maximillian." A man with long,curly brown hair; black-lens spectacles wearing a doctors mask with the sleeves of his lab coat rolled up comes into his office with something black over his shoulder. "Heard you needed a quick reminder of what this suit does. Though it ain't nothin' special. Well, too special."
"Ah, excellent. I needed to see that. Put it down-" clearing a space on the desk in the middle of the room Maxim motions for the current suit design to be placed, "-here."
The doctor puts the under-layer suit on the clear space. "The suit works like spandex and are as resilient as car tire. Feels like it too only slicker. The suit is meant for small to medium defense against attacks. It also insulates both body heat and cold temperatures from the outside. Its also supposed to be fire, ice, and electric resistant, but not proofed. That and our soldiers are looking to extend their inevitable demises on the field, so the self regeneration is where we come in."
"Regeneration of the soldier's organic mass is the simple part. Grab some of that skin fixing spray they are beginning to use in the med-bay to fix surface wounds instead of stitches. Have it be distributed by microchannels in the suit's fabric to affected areas. I can whack out a prototype for that by tomorrow." Maxim points to the board to show the section labelled 'Soldier Regeneration'. He then points to the section next to it that says 'Suit Self-Regeneration'. "That will be the fun part."
"All-righty then. Maybe while we're at it we make the under-layer suits more durable than a car tire." The scientist leaves to give the orders to the rest of the department. After while the whole R&D Department are bustling, trying to get the upgraded suit developed aswell as juggling repairs for the damaged quarters of their section of the facility. And after awhile the scientist returns. "Hey Max, I need to tell you that we've run into abit of a small problem."
Maxim is hunched over a small petri dish with a pair of what looks like jeweller's glasses over his eyes and a small tool in either hand. Without looking up he says, "What's wrong?"
"We don't have enough resources to increase the suits durability" Says the scientist.
"Don't mean to be the buzzkill, but another issue is that we just so happened to have been raided and the upper floors are currently in need of new men and repair." The voice sounds young and faintly buzzy, a teenage boy zaps into the room, sitting on one of the tables next to Maxim.
He's wearing a casual attire of cargo trousers and a white sleeveless shirt, a faint humming coming from the mechanical device over his right eye as he looks at Maxim. "But hey, I'm always interested in what the nerds have developed. So what is it this time? A pen that's also a gun? Bubblegum that can create balloons that take you away? Oh, I know! A tuxedo that's bulletproof!" Even if it sounds like teasing, the teenager sounds somewhat interested.
Maxim smirks towards the teen at the mention of a bulletproof tuxedo but says nothing.
"The gun pens, yes. The helium gum, almost. The tux, almost as possible as making garments invulnerable against lightsabers. But none the less, I'm gonna have to run the news by the Chief and let 'em know we gotta go scavenging for some building materials."
The teenager laughs. "I doubt that we'd have to tell him, I saw Jonas on the way to the big man's office... He didn't look too happy to go there. And I'd love to go material hunting, gives me something to do."
"Oh, I wasn't talking about Jonas. He's only in charge to an extent. But I'm referring to the R&D Chief of Staff. Need to ask him before we try sneaking out any windows." says the scientist.
Maxim puts his tools down carefully and places a lid on the petri dish. "Scavenging? Sounds like fun." He takes off his microscope and hangs it from a hook on the wall. "Mind if I tag along and stretch my legs? Fresh air does wonders for the mind."
"I can't say there'll be fresh air where we're going, but you sure can see the light of day. Besides, it's best that you'd come anyway so we can decipher what all is gold and what alls junk." says the scientist.
"Good. I was running low on some materials and with everything that's happened recently I doubt I will be able to get anyone to order some in." Maxim hangs up his lab coat and puts on a grey jacket from the next hook.
"Aw hell yeah! Let's go nerds!" The teenager throws his arms up in excitement and jumps off the table. "I'll grab anything we need, see you guys up top!" With a sudden flash, he's disappeared.
The scientist leaves and makes his way through the other side of the department where the Chief of Development is. The chief is inside filing out paper work.
"Hey chief, me and a few others need to scavenge for some resources to complete today's order. I came to ask for your 'OK'." says the scientist
"Where will you be scavenging?" asks the chief still doing his papers
"I was thinking the Didgeridoo, you know where OutBrig used to be until the Out-Break happened."
"That far? You know that's like a few thousand miles, right?" asks the chief
"Not by aircraft." responds the scientist
"Not only that, it's hazardous. The whole place is covered in nitrogen monoxide and sulphur dioxide. Do you even know what your getting?" asks the chief
"Whatever looks useful. We don't have anymore resources to complete the the order and if we don't finish them at least before the new week, our superiors are gonna keep hassling us over it. Plus we still need to fix the damage done to the some of our sectors quarters." argues the scientist
"But why the OutBrig?" asks the chief
"Because-it's one of the few Dilapidates we have yet to rummage through. Also, we know it has that special cobalt-titanium alloy that would be great for fortifying the damaged structure done to our sector." says the scientist
"And what off the out-layer suits? What do you believe you'll find there to aid in the upgrade of the suits?" asks the chief
"Anything other than fire-retardant latex. We gotta take this chance, sir. I REALLY don't want my pay to get cut. None of us want our pay to get cut." the scientist expresses
"Hmmmmm. Ok. Take a surveyor pod and two auto-piloted freighters. Oh, and few pair of ZG Gauntlets. I'm giving you three days. If you are not back by then, you and whoever else you take aren't getting your paycheck at all this month or the next or the next after that. Understood?" the chief asks
"Understood, Chief." the scientist says before leaving.
Maxim has gathered up some equipment and is in the process of packing it into a backpack. As he is currently in the room alone he mumbles to himself, “this’ll be the first time they let me out the lab. Wonder how it'll go.”
The teenager later shows up in the hangar, nothing new equipped other than a backpack. He waves at Maxim and the scientist. "Alright nerds lets do this!"
"Well if anything you'll probably be disenchanted or mortified." The scientist says walking up to them with three soldiers behind him.
"Why do we need the protection? We're just scavenging, right?" The teenager asks, looking at the soldiers behind the scientist before one of them speak up.
"Can never be too sure about what's out there mate, don't worry we'll make sure you guys leave and come back without a scratch." 
The teenager's response is a smile. "I'll hold you to that."
"Scratches build character," Maxim states as he finishes packing his bag and slings it over his shoulder. "No pain, no gain and all that stuff."
"Yeaye, that mess. But anyway one of of them is a pilot, so they'll be flying us and watching our backs. The Chief is giving us three days to get what we need and come back. The two auto-mated freighters will be following us 3.5 seconds after we've taken flight. We load up whatever we think is useful development and luckily none of us die doing it." The scientist says all this as he gets himself situated in the sourver pod.
Maxim also climbs into the pod and straps himself into a chair. "I'm surprised they are letting me out. I feel like I am always in that lab tinkering. Not that I am complaining, I find it enjoyable."
The teenager finds himself a place to sit, looking over at Maxim. "Three days out on the field? This'll be fun, I wonder how much we'll bring back."
“Hopefully a lot. If this place has been left undisturbed there should be plenty of stuff to bring back with us.” Maxim relaxes back into his chair. “I never asked your name. Do you have one?”
"How rude... But then again I am new around here I suppose, either that or I stay on the field a lot more than you do. You can call me Typhoon, I know that you and my boss are good partners in research, right?"
“Nice to meet you officially Typhoon. I’m Maxim, in case you didn’t know already.” Maxim’s body seems to relax as if asleep. “You ever need any custom equipment feel free to drop by my lab and leave an order. I’ve done a few things for people around the place.”
"We'll see what you can do after we get this over with." Typhoon says, his electric blue eyes looking around. "We going yet or not?"
The pilot shifts in the seat some and presses a few buttons and flips some switches. The pod begins to hover off the ground. "In juuuust abit. The pods gotta warm up some. Give it half a minute."
"Hope you guys can hold it. You can see there's no bathrooms in here." Says one of the soldiers.
"Oh please I've done this a hundred times over..." Typhoon rolls his eyes, the other soldier looks at the scientist.
"So, the OutBrig?"
"It was once a containment area in Australia. Took up one-fifth of an entire island. It was like back up space if any other agency had ran out. It got destroyed due to an insufficiency containment of a Myth."
The soldier recoils in surprise. "A single Myth...? How is that possible?"
"It must've been big or the Myth was that powerful. Either way, they suffered the price for not locking the door. Like literally the OutBrig cost well over 700 billion dollars for its construction." says the scientist.
"I really want to hope that what you just said was an exaggeration mate..." The soldier looks down at his rifle, to which Typhoon chirps in.
"Oh this sounds like so much fun! I can't wait to see how that place has been, we might need a bigger carrier." He laughs. "Wonder if there are still Myths there."
"Mmmmmm possibly. The OutBrig was the first containment area constructed. I mean it was huge and i twas away from the majority of the continent so it was legit. At that time, the other agencies didn't really have any methods to contain any Myths at the time, so we relied on OutBrig to contain them for us. That or toss whatever Myth we caught into Fantasy." says another soldier.
"Aaaalllrighty guys. Buckle yourselves in and enjoy the ride as much as you can. We are off to Australia." says the pilot as the hangar hatch opens up as they ascend out of the facility and over the woods. The freighters soon follow the surveyor pod out hangar and are following behind them.
== Returning From The Outbrig ==
The same hanger door gets a request to open for an entry, some soldier asks who this is and after a bit of confirmation - he nods and presses his hand against a scanner. The hatch creeks and slides open, what enters seems to be a VTOL metaphorically held together by duct tape as it lands and the engines shut down. Soon there is a voice that calls out through the speakers.
"Home sweet home, any of you miss me?!" The voice calls out but to a silence, it scoffs. "Tough crowd tonight..." The speaker cuts and inside, the person with that voice turns to the people inside. "Oh man oh man oh man we're finally back! I can play in the armoury again!" Typhoon yelps in excitement.
Maxim exits the VTOL and heads to the cargo pod to take final inventory while Zeke readies himself to finally return. "I can't believe I am home. It's been so long."
One of the soldiers sitting next to him pats him on the shoulder. "But first you need to be sent to the medical ward, you'd probably die of any new sickness. Afterwards I'll take you to our bar, how's that sound mate?"
"A good drink sounds wonderful. I tried to make alcohol out of some potatoes I found growing there. Didn't work." Zeke heads off the craft and prepares himself for decontamination and debreifing.
"You might have to wait a bit, the place has been changed a lot..." The soldier steps out and stands by Zeke. "Besides you don't have any clearance, you'd get shot down if you're alone so stick with me." He says before walking off, Zeke shortly behind.
Meanwhile Typhoon is the next to exit the VTOL, with the other soldiers and scientists looking at the inventory with Maxim.
Before Zeke wanders off, Maxim calls him over to grab his belongings and then looks to Typhoon. "We didn't get anywhere near the amount of raw materials we needed. Make sure to get another team sent out there with updated information regarding the location and tell them to take heavy duty salvaging equipment so they can deconstruct things."
"I'd love to, but there's a cafeteria filled with electronics and they're all calling my name: Oh Typhoooon~" He swoons to himself and wanders off, leaving Maxim to his own.
Maxim sighs and sends an email to his superiors with the results of the mission and his reccomendations for the next mission. He then wanders back towards the lab to continue his work.
A few hours pass as the intercom system rings out on the speakers, followed by a female voice. "This is an announcement for staff members Typhoon, Maxim, Jonas and Zeke. Please report to the conference room as soon as possible, thank you."  It rings out the same tune again, then quietly continues playing music.
In the canteen Zeke looks longingly at a large cheeseburger he was about to eat when the announcment hit. "I literally just sat down."
"I'll look after it for you." One of the soldiers from the Outbrig mission grins slyly at him.
Zeke glares and just stands up with the burger and takes it with him.
In the same canteen, Typhoon is messing with the lights and speakers, annoying some of the soldiers while entertaining others. Upon hearing the announcement, he cheers and hops out of the canteen - Towards the conference room.
Meanwhile in the labs, Maxim finishes a sentence in his notebook, sighs and walks away from his desk giving passing nods to any scientists he passes.
Soon Zeke and Maxim meet up outside of the conference room, with Typhoon waving at them as he arrives. "Hey there losers! Wonder what they have in store for us now!" Chuckling away, he looks at the door. "Say... Aren't we waiting for one more?"
"Aye'ms heer, Aye'ms heer." Says a heavy southern accent belonging to no other than Jonas, who walks up to the group. "Aye cea y'all'er in wun pees." He chuckles
"Hey there Jonas, yeah - The Outbrig was so much fun!"  Typhoon points at Zeke. "We even met this old geezer!"
Jonas raises an eyebrows in confusion "Ah geezer ya' say? No livin' bean' cooud las' in da' Outbrig wid'out sumsord'a pretecshon from da' fewms."
Zeke shrugs, “The fumes kinda stay on the outskirts of the facility, sort of like a protective bubble. It’s the freaks, guardians and large-ass rats you have to keep an eye on.”
Maxim taps his foot impatiently and sighs, “I hope this doesn’t take long, I was pouring over the data we recovered from the site. Interesting stuff. Kinda weird and probably a little unethical, but interesting. Wish I’d been around back then.”
The door slides open, allowing them in. The room itself is dimly lit but a table is a round, gritty table is visible. A whole row of them in fact accompanied by a whole line of screens along the wall but the screen and table in front of them is the only one that is lit, with the long row of other tables being enveloped by the darkness of the room
"Well.... The Admin sher' nose how da' set da' muud, don't 'e?..." Jonas asks the other offhandedly
"Doesn't he always?" Responds a man, Typhoon almost instantly recognises the voice and chirps up.
"Sir?! You're finally back! How was your trip?" The teenager seems to be zipping about almost too literally, but the man smiles and reassures him.
"The trip was lovely, seeing our British branch of the MCCP really shows what they value in staff and duty. But it is good to be back."
The man is dressed in a ceremonial military uniform, adorned with purple trims, golden tassels and MCCP badges. His complexion pale and his hair, black and swept back almost into a widows peak, his height and build possibly matched that of Maxim's. Around the facility, this person was only known, even to The Administrator as one name.
"Sir Dreamweaver, we have such a great story to tell you!" Cheered Typhoon.
"I'm sure you do, however we have an important person waiting for us... And it's nice to see you again, Maxim, Jonas." Dreamweaver said, offering out his hand.
Maxim grasps his hand and shakes it firmly. "Are they still upset that you stole me away, or have they gotten over it yet?"
"British! I knew I recognised the accent." Zeke presses his palm to his head.
The screen turns on by itself, revealing the M.C.C.P emblem with the words "Please Stand By. Preparing Video Feed." underneath.
"Ooooh shit, it's de' Admin. Cw'ick take'a'seet!" Jonas pulls out a chair and sits down it, put his arms out on the table, holding his hands together, while whistling suspiciously
Zeke frowns slightly at Jonas before taking his own seat.
Dreamweaver takes a seat opposite Jonas, Typhoon jumps into his seat right next to Dreamweaver, impatiently tapping at his legs in a sort of rhythm.
Maxim leans against the back wall, eyes on the screen.
An image flickers on and all can be seen is two white circles that belong to the glasses of the Administrator.
"I received report from Mr. Cale on the success on the salvage - Excellent. But now there is another matter we must attend to, a very urgent matter. A certain project is being conducted by all R&D fields in the organization effective immediately. The construction of a machine. No. A being that will create a dream. A solution to the ongoing problem we face with the challenge of containing our unlawful kin. We have commenced the Messiah Imperative. What I need from you all now, is to scout and capture any suitable components. Living components. For the Imperative. Anything of a spiritual nature or beyond if you can manage it. Is that understood?"
Typhoon looks at Maxim, they both know he's referring to creating the same creature they encountered at the Outbrig.
"If I may interject, sir." Dreamweaver speaks up, looking at the screen. "But before we can begin this operation, several measures would have to be certified. But most of all, as I have just returned and to have this news drop on me is quite startling. I would like to postpone this operation until after I have the know-how on the ins and outs."
The Administrator is silent for a moment "The project will go on, but you can get some rest before you begin your task and will be informed on whatever else you will need to know regarding this project."
"I have a copy of the report I made. I'll send it to you to read through, sir." Maxim nods at Dreamweaver.
He returns the nod, then looks back at the screen. "That will be appreciated, one question however: Are there any targets we should prioritise?"
"None in particular. Unless... Jonas what's the report on those two refugees you were tasked with capturing?"
"Whel. Still at laarge but will be dun dealt wit' mowmentarily!" Jonas affirms "De ferdest dey culd'f gon wer' dat d'ere town sev'ral miles ov sowth ov her'."
Zeke leans back in his chair with a bewildered look on his face. Shifting his eyes between the different people in the room.
"Well, if we have two targets we'd like back..." Dreamweaver looks over at Jonas with a smile. "I suppose you will be more than willing to take a squad with you to that town?"
Jonas seems slight hesitant for a second before swallowing giving a small smile "Y-yea ovcurse!...Ovcurse. May'bee wen we ged d'ere ma' skwad wuld'f allredy godden de'r locashun. Hahah!"
"Wait!" Typhoon intrupts the two commanders. "Why would we want to play tag and chase them, when we could just wait for them to chase us?" Dreamweaver looks at him with a quizzical expression. "What do you mean?"
"Well," The teenager continues. "If I was an alien on the run, why would I hide on Earth when there is another place to go?" He looks at the others with a large smile, after a moment of silence, Dreamweaver looks at Typhoon and returns the smile.
"Of course, the Gates, that's brilliant." He looks at Jonas. "The closest Gate is East of us, right?"
"Right! Gud think'n! Y'all go there, bring back who'evr we need, den go frum dere! We'll be cookin' with wewd den!" Jonas cackles in excitement.
"Well, I need to overlook this Messiah Imperative and you seem to have first-hand experience with these two. Would it trouble you if you and some of your men can go and occupy the Gate territory in preperations?" Dreamweaver looks over at Jonas.
"Nun, nun at all!" Jonas then leans over to Dreamweaver's direction "'ow miny men we tawkin' 'bout tho? A hunid? tuu hunid? A dowsen?"
Dreamwaver curls his finger underneath his lip, thinking it over. "The Gates are state sized fortresses... If it really is a two refugee mad dash, it makes no sense to go at it ahead. Hmm... I'd say take one hundred, although this is your operation - feel free to take as many as you think you'll need."
"A hunid it is den!" Jonas slams the table excitedly
"Bring all the equipment you need. If you happen to not have it with you, request the items you need to capture the components neccessary for the Messiah Imperative. Same goes for requesting more troops or weapons to aid your mission." The Administrator explains