Elma chuckled, a half-hearted uneasy laugh.
Without dropping his hands she looked out into the empty park.

"I thought you we're dead...that I let you die like the others...but could that have been just a bad dream?"

Elma sighed, her chest heaving.

"I guess I sound really weird right now don't I..."

She began to fixate on a leaf being blown in the window. "Sasha...she didn't tell you did she?"

Riley had no idea what Elma was talking about anymore.
Staring at her, he slowly nodded his head.

I don't know what's going on, but I'll roll with it... he thought to himself.

"No she didn't. What was it?" He asked.
However, he was interrupted by someone yelling in the Park.
Looking over towards the origin of the disturbance, he saw a young man yelling his head off, large pieces of metal floating around him.

His eye grew bright red as the database recognized the individual.
Grant...

Elma's pale cheeks lit up as she starred at the ground.
"Tell you that...that I...like you...always have," she admitted.

She laughed nervously again.

"Why do you think...why do you think I joined your club huh? Kendo was never my thing...But Sasha said it was the best way to get close to you," she continued, brushing her free hand through her hair, "It was kinda stupid now that I think of it...I should've told you...sorry...for lying...for everything."

Hearing her companion's whisper, Ashley dangled on a balcony above her Completed friends.

She knew where Grant was, but first... Elma.

She also noticed the location of... Dante, but their discussion had to be put off, lest she... Be irrational.

Riley blushed a little as Elma said she liked him, but that couldn't have been right...

She was hallucinating, she wasn't seeing him as he really was. She was seeing him as this "Payton"...

Looking at Grant, then back to her, he brought his rifle into his hands from his back. He lightly patted her cheek, "Elma, you need to stay here... I'll come back... I promise..."
He struggled to escape her grip, then steadily walked towards Grant, who was clanging the metal objects against each other, making a huge ruckus.

Holding his rifle over his head with one hand, he yelled, "HEY!!!"

She flinched.

"You... You I D I O T." Ashley aggressively whispered, "Be quiet. The element of surprise, you... Dolt!" Her mind was a chaotic mess already, and this android knew no tactics, stressing her further.

Elma didn't want to let him go, but she trusted him and new he had to go. After all, he promised to comeback.
Holding her arms together, she prayed for his safe return, as her eyes began to droop.

"Please...this can't be a dream...can it," she muttered as she fell asleep once more.

Grant turned his attention to the approaching... man?

"Sup. Heard some dominates were around. Y'know, some of those people who have the audacity to claim to be better than me. I know, idiots aren't they?"

Grant smiled at the man, the metal in the air crumpling and condensing as his grip on his power strained.

Oi, oi... Where the hell is "can't control his power"? She was beginning to doubt Grant's authenticity. If he were a Completed, then why were he thrown out? If he weren't, then what was his flaw? It was... baffling. He was a rogue element. And thanks to Riley, their cover was blown. Elma was out for the count.

Ashley Devor. She was the only one she could count on for now. She, from a balcony, immediately navigated herself unnoticed to the junkyard, hoping to find an opportunity to deal just. One. Blow.

Riley gulped as Grant crumpled the metal. So far he knew Grant didn't know he was one of the Completed.

He let out a quiet and subtle sigh, slinging his rifle back over his shoulder, he tilted his head at the psychic's question, feigning confusion.

"Haven't seen anyone like that. What do you want with them?" he asked curiously, smiling.

Dante remained on the balcony for a bit. When Eve left, he caught the apple and took a big bite out of it. He scanned all that his eyes could see, creating a perfect digital battlefield in his robotic mind. The whole action took a couple of minutes, during which Dante's head slowly moved from side to side, himself unconsciously nomming on the green apple.

Situation wasn't looking very bright: Eric was fighting alone the platoon of Dominate soldiers in front of Eve's apartment. Eve herself had just gotten out of the block and she was heading in that same direction. Richard was wandering somewhere inside the junkyard and Alex was nowhere to be seen. But the best part was still to come: hothead Grant was heading towards the platoon of soldiers, wielding via his powers huge chunks of metal.

That monkey will destroy them...

But Dante's sensors picked up more information: from farther away a figure was heading towards Grant. It was a man, appearance seemed somewhat asian, maybe arabic. The alarming detail was that he was carrying a rifle, and it was aimed towards Grant's general direction. Dante's eyes zoomed in on his face, scanning it in a moment.

"Well I'll be damned...if it's not Deadeye, the most loyal dog of Dominate..." Dante chuckled. Although Riley's presence meant danger, the thought of him putting Grant back into his place amused him. But his scanners picked up another figure, moving sneakily through the junkyard. It took a while for Dante to find the source of it, but when he did, he wasn't surprised at all. Ashley Devor herself.

Well, love. Let's not be rude and interrupt the boys' fun.

Dante grasped his knife with precision, positioning the shiny blade to create a reflection. With small, calculated and gentle movements he moved the glare towards Ashley, putting it as close to her face as possible.

Eric ran out into the street, he stopped and looked back, making sort of a bobbing motion. He had a worried look on his face before he heard a man yelling and the crumple of metal. He groaned as he knew this could only be the work of one of the Failed. Walking towards the sound he found something a lot more interesting than anticipated. On one side was Grant, metal floating around him as he stared at another man. The recognition took a while to hit Eric before he smiled. It was the man that was with Ashley the day he was talking to her.

He watched as the two men talked. Grant must have had no clue who this man was because he had not yet attacked. Eric leaned on a tree as one hand began to glow a bright yellow and the other resting on his staff. He watched as he began talking quietly, "I'd love to see how this plays out." He looked out the corner of his eye, seeing Eve. Eric wasn't exactly a huge fan of underestimating people, but he doubted she would be much use in this situation. (Shots fired!)

"Oh y'know. Rip out their sternum. Break their bodies with giant hunks of metal. The usual. And I think you have seen one, mate. Considering I'm looking at one right now."

The metal creaked loudly as it was super condensed into extremely hard balls of rusted steel and iron. An observant eye would of noticed that all the grass around Grant was suddenly flattened completely. Grant's helmet covered the evil grin on his face as the metal started to spin faster and faster around him. Suddenly one of the orbs of steel shot out towards Riley.

Richard ran his fingers through his hair, Goddammit Grant. He watched him leave. He listened to the drumming of footsteps and shouting, "Okay seriously? Why is there everyone?" Richard moaned and slowly began making his way over to the apartment complex, his bat gripped tightly in his hands while Lamia pulled out his machete and Rook his fire axe. "We need to catch some of those motherfuckers out so we can grab the guns. Wonder where Eve, Dante, and Eric are in this mess..." Richard mused as he ducked behind cars for cover as he drew closer to the apartment complexes. He looked back to the park where Grant had gone off to and shrugged, the dude should be fine. If anyone could handle themselves, it'd be him.

Riley didn't like how Grant had said those words. And his theory was proven correct when Grant shot a piece of metal out at him.
His right eye flared red as he leapt into the air.

Whipping his Beretta's out from their holsters, he managed to avoid the projectile, but it skimmed his cheek as he back-flipped into the air, leaving a large cut.
He landed on the ground, his weapons aimed straight at Grant's face, growling slightly, Riley looked at him dead in the eye, (<---Heh Heh) "Buddy, you don't want to do this..." He warned.