"Why wait? We can eat the boy now, no one can stop us due to the magician's magic." The mask growled. "Why do something as frivolous as hold yourself back?"

Oz looked up from his work and turned his head to look at Lilith, she could see a crooked smile on his lips as he answered her question. "Of course I have other customers, I sell weapons and in the situation we're in right now, there's a lot of people who are in the market for what I have."

"Well that's because these aren't weapons. They're a favor for a blind customer." He waved his hand around dismissively towards the direction of the packed boxes. "I had them consider it a bonus for buying all this." He put down his tools and looked over at her. "Any more questions?"

Lilith opened her mouth but closed it again as Nocturn entered her field of view. She had been unable to see him approach because she had closed her other eye, but the moment she saw him, she knew something bad was going to happen. It was in the way he walked, in the way he stared at the back of Oz, and the way he carried himself, like a beast ready to pounce. "No!" Was she got out as she tried to bar his way but he went straight through her, their team status negating their ability to interfere with each other.

The blue shell around Oz dispersed into mist that flowed into the mask's mouth and Nocturn bit down on Oz's neck. Surprise turned into horror as the boy opened his mouth to scream but choked on his own blood. Red froth and bubbles gurgled in his mouth as streams rolled over his lips where the blood overflowed. He reached back to try to grab Nocturn but the zombie bit down, and with a cruel snap, the boy's hands froze then went limb, falling to his side. What came next was swift and brutal, the zombie wasting no time, ripping out chunks of the boy's flesh and swallowing them whole, his claws snapped the bones so that he could suck out the marrow then discard them. Soon what remained of the gun dealer was a pile of discarded bones and Nocturn regained consciousness, lapping up a puddle of blood that had congealed with the dust and gunpowder on the floor. He got off his knees and wiped his mouth. "I'm glad you decided to do this my way." Was all the mask stated.

The doors opened and Wirston was the first to come in and see the horror. "Sorry for the- what have you done!" Its voice spiked. Mark and Samuel saw what happened and they simply glanced at each other. "How- What- Hrgrk!" The robot sparked and smoked before collapsing.

Samuel put his left hand down and looked over at Marc. "Get the men, tell them to load up our gear as well as anything else they can pack." The soldier nodded and left, his loud voice soon filling the silent night. Meanwhile, the man marched over to Nocturn, venom in his voice. "Why would you do something so barbaric?"

Nocturn stared back, his eyes devoid of emotion. "I was hungry." Was the simple reply.

Samuel grabbed the zombie by the shoulders and shook him violently, "Hungry? You were so hungry you ate a child?" The man was so angry he couldn't find words for it and simply let go and turned around, his hand pressed against the bridge of his nose. Marc soon returned with men and they began grabbing the packed boxes and carrying them out.

"We best leave soon, we don't know when his other customers will be coming." Marc stated and Samuel nodded slightly. "So what should we do with them."

"As much as I would like to leave them here and to the judgement of the capital, they may simply use them." Samuel grit his teeth. "We'll simply use them, and if they do anything wrong, we'll kill them. But no longer will we pay them or treat them as our equals, they will fight for their lives, that will be their reward." He left and Marc waved a few soldiers over, and after a whispered conference, they approached the group with handcuffs in hands and restrained the group before leaving.

"It's about time, we should head out." Roy got up from his seat, the table in front of him empty except for a pack of cards he was playing solitaire with. The group had returned to the capital where they had eaten a simple meal of meat, potatoes, bread, and coffee. Roy put on his coat and was followed out the door by Kyle and soon the group. They joined with a group of soldiers who then all loaded into two trucks and set out, with Roy and the group in front in a jeep. They drove in silence which unnerved Roy. "We should be able to hear him by now... is he still dealing with customers. He slowed the truck down a bit, "Kyle, go investigate." The boy nodded and opening the door, jumped out and broke out into a sprint, leaving the convoy in his dust. Roy slammed the door shut and kept driving. Suddenly the lone cry of a hawk filled the air and Roy stomped down on the gas, lurching the car forward.

They pulled up to a silent warehouse, and everyone got out of their cars. Kyle ran over. "The whole place has been stripped clean, there's signs of trucks pulling away, but hours ago, a lot of boot prints on the ground as well."

"Where's Oz?" Roy asked, and the boy went silent. "Where's the boy Kyle?"

"Around back... Wirston wants to see you." Roy marched forward and the group followed behind with Kyle bringing the rear. They went to the back of the warehouse to see Wirston pushing what looked like blocks of stone into a grave, then followed by an urn.

"Wirston what happened?"

"They killed him... tried to kill me too..." Wirston muttered, shoveling dirt back into the hole. "But Master Baskerfield made me tougher than that, so I soon regained consciousness but by then they were all gone." Wirston sighed as it patted down the mound of earth.

"Who?"

"Rebels, Marc and Samuel had brought along guests. And one... ate Master Baskerfield." The robot paused and then began floating back towards the warehouse. "I have something to give you, Master Baskerfield finished the eyes, and despite the fact you can't keep up your end of the bargain, I'm sure we can come up with a different bargain." The group followed the robot in and the warehouse was stripped practically clean, the boy's large jar of grenade pins having been knocked over and smashed on the ground. Tables were knocked over and shoved to the side, and there was a square cut out of the ground nearby a workbench, and sitting on top was a pair of robotic eyes. "Sit down," it gestured towards Dino and Roy to ease Celestial into the seat. "The operation shouldn't be too hard." It mused as it grabbed the mechanism. It quickly got to work, prefacing what he was about to do with, "It's going to sting a little. Be ready for that." The comment of course was an understatement as he grafted the eyes into place, replacing the optic nerves and cord with the artificial ones, searing them in before attaching them to the eyes and fitting those in. It waved a tool in front of Celestial's face. "Can you see now? It may take a while to get used to it, but you should have 20/20 vision again, perhaps even better."

Done with that, Wirston gave a bow to both Roy and the group. "Now would you like to join me for a cup of coffee? A toast to Master Baskerfield."