Fixing her tie, looking at her work desk, she sighed.

One more day... Just one more day until the payday... and this has to happen? Can't they just ignore the Failed for just one more day? Ashley began to pack up her stuff into her suitcase, which actually contained nothing. Just for show, but good for an improvisational weapon.

"Yeah, I've heard the Failed discussing their plans. They've split themselves into two main camps. Grant, Richard and Eric are aiming for a direct approach, whereas Dante and Eve are striving for a stealthier option. I do not know about Alex due to its... interesting properties. It's planning something. That aside, they should be together, I assume." She reported the findings to her teammates, as well as Dominate. Wouldn't want to disappoint the employer, however incompetent they may be.

She looked around. The entire section was devoid of any other people.

Not even him.

"Huh. I assume he'd wait for my appearance. Isn't that what you'd do after a proposal?" Ashley started to head out of the building, curious as to his whereabouts.

Eric snorted at the fact that Richard had said "yet", actually wanting to know what it was he, or better yet they, were planning. His face grew serious. "Well apparently there are troops walking around. And between you and me, I had a chat with Ashley. Remember her? She was another one that was in the Facility with us, one of the three that weren't thrown out. Also saw Riley, he was throwing a temper tantrum. I get the weird feeling that the troops will know our faces when they see us. And they won't be to friendly." Eric finished off his chips before tossing it. "Won't be surprised if we run into a couple on our way."

Dante was carelessly walking back towards his apartment. He was holding a couple of bags with his right hand, the fruits of his hunt. Went to a couple of stores, bought food, drinks, booze. He even managed to find an amazing bargain at the local pawnshop: a throwing knife set, complete with pouch, sharpeners and even an extra combat knife for self defense. The whole kit would have costed 600, but thanks to Dante's charms he managed to snag it at around 300. The set was in a school backpack that he bought from the same pawnshop for a couple of bucks. Calmly puffing his cigarette, Dante's walk looked as goofy as always, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well with those babies at least I will have a shot at that metalhead." he chuckled. He began imagining him throwing the knives and stabbing Grant with them. It was needless to say that Dante wasn't very tollerant of his presence, but the power discrepancy was too big for a head on fight. Suddenly Dante's train of thought got interrupted by the cities alarms.

"Huh?" his walk halted. He glanced at the buildings, his sensors scanning for a transmitter or a speaker. When he finally found it, he listened carefully to the message. As soon as it ended, Dante began walking again, this time at a faster pace.

"I hope I'm wrong...but how rarely am I wrong?" there was a note of worry in that confident statement. Dante was concerned, not for the others no, but for his own skin as always. He began heading towards his apartment.

"Well then we better hurry." Richard sped his step up then slowed back down. "I would rather have my weapons on me then fight them barehanded. Though I doubt they'd be able to fight me. But wouldn't want to harm the food." He lifted the bags slightly. "Come on Eric leggo."

Riley made it into town as the message from the Admin arrived. Looking over the info, he tilted his head and sighed. "Elma's not gonna want to follow these orders..." He said quietly.
Making his way into the city, he went to the last known place he'd seen the Failed, around the Park where Ashley had talked with Eric. Walking into the area, he looked around for any signs of them. Seeing nothing, he sighed again, walked over to a bench and sat down, hanging his arms over the back.

Overhearing Elma's question, (Riley has a built in radio) he replied, "I'm in the park Elma, the one across from the 7/11 store, near the thrift shop. If you want to meet up here, be my guest..."

"I'm fine Riley," lied Elma, "There's eight of them and only three of us. We need to cover as much ground. Besides even...if we could fight...two of us would be...overkill..."
Catching her breath by leaning on the light pole, Elma caught site of a couple of suspicious looking individuals walking among the stores.

Riley raised an eyebrow at Elma's words. "Are you sure you're alright Elma? You don't sound so good..." he asked.
Standing up, he walked out of the park, looking around for any sign of her.

For once, in a long time, he was worried about someone...

"I told you, I'll be fine...I just had a bit of trouble sleeping...that's all. Focus on the mission." she chimed into the radio, following the shadowy individual with groceries from a far.

"Please keep... the chatter to...a minimum, I'm in pursuit."

As the he continued driving Alex to the location, both of them suddenly heard the alarms go off, accompanied by the loud message.

"Oh, this isn't good at all... no no no..." The man anxiously gazed at the crowds of people dispersing from the streets with a horrified expression on his face.

"Just drop me off... I'll find somewhere to stay." Alex looked out the right window of the cab to see a child being brought into a nearby apartment building with it's mother, dropping his stuffed animal along the way.

After a brief moment of silence, the man spoke, "No... that isn't right, if you don't have anywhere to go you can stay at my place. It should be just around the corner actually."

"I insist, I don't want to give you any trouble..."

"NO, I insist. No good mannered young person such as yourself should be put in danger like this. You can feel free to stay in my home for as long as you need to." The man suddenly turned around the corner and stopped in front of a large apartment building, the street already mostly deserted of people.

"Hurry, get yourself inside. My room is number 433... here's the key." The man passed the key to Alex, then went to the back of his car to get something out of the trunk.

"Are you sure...?" Alex felt a slight pang of guilt for leaving the kind fellow out in the street, although none of it showed up on "his" face.

"Just go, I'll be fine." The man didn't look up as he hurriedly worked to grab whatever was important enough to endanger himself out of the trunk. He payed no heed to how the entire street was also deserted, going about his task as fast as he could, his physique not helping in the slightest.

After another brief pause, Alex turned to make "his" way into the apartment.

I can't just leave him here, he looks like he can barely run at my walking pace...

Changing "his" mind, Alex rushed over next to the man, helping him open the trunk.

"I'll go after we get your things, come on, let's hurry."

"I... thank you, kind sir." The man showed obvious relief at not having to get the items out by himself.

The trunk opened to reveal nothing but a small envelope. The man hurriedly grabbed it, clinging to it against his chest as if it were some holy item.

You risked yourself... FOR THAT?!

Alex shook "his" head in minor disbelief. This man must have been insane to go about so much trouble just to get some pieces of paper. "He" pulled down the lid of the trunk with a confused expression on "his" face.

"Alright alright, let's get in, I'm putting us both in danger." The man started shuffling towards the door of the apartment complex, soon followed by the dumbfounded Alex.

"I have a request to you guys." Through the radio she securely fitted into her vest, Ashley was... nervous, "I... No, we. We need to eliminate a target."

She paused.

"Grant. We need to get rid of him first. Of all the Failed, he is the most volatile, both power and personality wise." It was the truth. But there was something else.

She feared that Grant may have been the 4th Completed.

He had proven to be able to use his ability with ease. Telekinetic power. With ease. The file said he was gotten rid of for his inability to control it. But... if he were able to control it... Would she, the one closest to a Failure... be gotten rid of...?

"Judging by his personality, he should be at the junkyard playing around. We need to regroup at the park to prepare for our assault. He's the one man army of the Failed."

Overhearing Ashley's request, Riley sighed, "I get where you're coming from Ash, but... Are you sure? That would be disobeying orders..."
He hesitated, then brought up Grant's file.
Skimming through it, his mouth creased into a frown.

He spoke again before Ashley could respond, "Nevermind, our main mission is to eliminate them right? Let's do it then..."
He walked back over to the bench, sitting down slowly, slouching against the wooden frame.
"I'm in the park, waiting for whenever you guys get here." He said monotonously.

"You're...not my supervisor...don't bark orders at me. The Admin said observe...so that's what I'm gonna do," she muttered on the radio.

Although, Elma really wanted to fight, she knew that she didn't have the strength. And she wasn't planning on dying just yet.

But why would Dominate even do this? Those officers...it's like sending sheep to the slaughter.

Continuing to follow the tall dark haired man, Elma noted that they had reached a residential district. The series of apartment's were really dilapidated, she really questioned how people could live here.

"Look...you guy's do what you want, I don't care...I think I'm on to something here...so...yeah...I'm going offline," she said, turning off her radio.

{{{OCC: Following Dante}}}

...There has been mass amounts of terrorist activity in the Metropolitan D.C area...

"Oh, this is not good... What have you guys done..." Evelyn thought anxiously, when she heard the announcement.

She looked through the window, seeing people hide in their houses, and Dante was still gone... It's been quite a while since he left for those groceries... What if he was the cause of this alarm?

"What am I doing..." Eve whispered, as she got up, and left the apartment. That was probably the worst idea for now, but she decided to look for Dante...Or anyone else from the group, really...

She stopped as soon as she went outside, losing her courage. It was so quiet and empty... Suddenly, all the world around her became a wasteland.

(((OOC: HALLÅ!!! DUE TO DERP READ THIS AFTER THE NEXT POST, MADE BY AQUILA.)))


Dante kept walking, immersed into his thoughts. He kept rethinking about his plan, analysing patterns, possible outcomes and flaws. Although he always believed that there was no problem he could solve, this time he was certain that it wouldn't be easy. But the thought that he could fail never crossed his mind. As he passed next to the junkyard he overhead a lot of noise coming from deep between the reckages. A quick scan showed a lifeform at the very center: Grant.

Blowing some steam eh?

Suddenly one of his sensors alerted more movement, this time coming from somewhere behind him. He glanced behind him for a moment, capturing with his peripheral vision a figure walking at about 20 meters from him. It was walking his same way. Dante kept walking forward towards his apartment.

Now who might you be, so brave to go for a walk during martial lockdown...

As he got nearer to the building he spotted a second figure, frozen in front of the entrance. But this he know who it was. He got closer to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and somewhat forcing her to walk with him.

"Easy now, love. It's better if we don't split up. Even more if we don't show ourselves."

The two entered the building, but instead of going up the stairs Dante went around the corner, hiding next to the entrance. He put his bags down and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, one of the last ones. After lighting it up he took off his backpack and pulled out the bowie knife, holding it in his left hand. With a quick move he slipped the stick between his lips and grabbed the bag from the ground, passing it to Eve.

"Do me a favor, love. Bring this upstairs. I'll be with you in a moment." he stated to Eve with a very severe tone. It would have very well been an order, if phrased slightly differently. After passing the bag to Eve, he leaned back on the wall, his grip on the knife tightening.

You won't be that stupid, will you?