“[b]Tell me, do you know the lizard?”[/b]

The invitation had been sent, this harmless question serving as a catalyst welcoming the infamous Gemellie. Who better to explain the nature of a lizard than a viper? This metaphor akin to but one, he who drapes himself in Crimson and dares call him the harbinger of misfortune. 

[b]I do..[/b] A silent whisper echoed in a desultory tone, as if taunting if not blatantly provoking the Asylums that stood in opposition. A daunting figure stood behind the little lady who had announced herself as Jax, gazing down at the girl with eyes veiled in crimson spectacles that shimmered in an unsettling glow. The air itself appeared to thicken with the appearance of this stranger hoisting a coffin behind his back, a reminder of the final cradle, one denied to all Asylums. 

"Remain silent.....or be crushed by the weight...of your own bones," the air within the bunker appeared to thicken even more so, the alchemic pressure fluctuating resulting in disorientation. The very bodies of those around grew heavy and humped, as if a great weight being thrust upon their shoulders. Amidst these bizarre phenomenons yet another unexpected silhouette materialized beside Bjorn and his sister, as the disorientation slowly faded the features of a frail and child like person began to grow more vivid. Though even within the state of nausea that warped one's visual cognition, uncannily this child's eyes remained stark. Two mismatched eyes calmly stared into oblivion, motionless and yet any wandering glances that dared meet hers would see but one thing, the deathly chill that reflected of them. 

"This amusing little squabble has grown tedious, while I don't mind senseless slaughter of your comrades I do dislike the smell of blood this early in the morning," the spectacled stranger finally broke the silence that had loomed long enough, his gaze returning to the Asylum that stood nearest to striking distance, Jax. Without hesitation the towering man raised his hand while the hooded Asylum recovered from the disorientation, how could any well trained assassin ignore such a perfect point blank strike. In mere seconds his hand descended, the disorientation fading just enough to allow the Asylum a look at her foe's face, a face scarred with a crescent wound. Though perhaps the strangest feature would have been the smile that appeared on the man's face, a gentle smile. With that his palm finally made contact right atop Jax's head, the smile still visible as he appeared to pat the Asylum, a gesture a kin to what a kid receives for a deed well done. 

"Interference.....is...unproductive," the twin tailed doll like girl spoke once more in a mechanical monotone lacking any expression or soul, a strange trait and equally frightening. With these ques it wouldn't have taken long for any Asylum to deduce the ones standing before them were none other than the infamous Gemellie and that this child was in fact the Chrono, -VI-. 

"Do you know what Lost Numbers are?" Angel casually questioned the Asylums before him, his nonchalant attitude a clear indicator that he really didn't care what response the lot gave him. "The partner of a Chrono Asylum is commonly referred as a Lost Number, mainly due to the fact that the two don't share a link. There is really no one....almost...no one who can take the brunt of a Chrono's drain as such sharing a mental link would be suicide. However without said link, the Asylum is left vulnerable and keeping up with a Chrono often leads them to their deaths, the uncertainty with which these Asylum live has dubbed them Lost Numbers." As XIII spoke, his fingers repeatedly seemed to tap against the frame of his spectacles in a rhythmic manner. 

"The 13th .....Lost Number," Rin chillingly spoke once more, her pupils slowly tilting towards her partner and for a few seconds the duo appeared to share a silent communication. 

"Indeed, there are twelve Chronos hence the norm should be twelve Lost Numbers, yet there is a thirteenth." Angel casually scanned the surroundings as he spoke, his tone growing more taunting as if with the intentions to provoke. 

"There is an Asylum, well respected by the tools who run this organization. Though to be clear, the respect he has acquired is mainly due to his unique alchemy. Most of you are familiar with cloaking alchemy or invisibility, the minor flaw is that while your visual capabilities are hindered there are an abundance of other means for location. Foot steps, heart beat, scent etc. However, A.M.R.O's reptile has soul cloaking." Once again the Crimson Asylum appeared to fidget with his frame, the flow of words coming to a halt leading back to silence. "Personally I find that name rather cliched," Angel continued once more, the pause a mere contemplation to think for a substitute over the choice of name. 

"Soul cloaking is unique in that it cloaks every single aspect, the sound he makes, his presence, his interaction with his surroundings. In essence the man becomes untraceable, undetectable, the only person that even A.M.R.O's greatest hunter can't pin point. With that said we are all thinking the exact same thing, he can be any where and he is the best candidate for an assassin, so why send yo-?" 

"Lambs.... in a..... den of tigers..." The Chrono coldly interrupted her partner, her calculative gaze scanning the surroundings as well. "A mission of discretion.... requires dispensable assets. Digits.....are replaceable." 

"Exactly so," her partner clapped in enthusiasm, clearly amused with A.M.R.O and its antics. "The mission given to you was to silence Asylums that knew more than they should have, sadly this included you lot as well. A.M.R.O isn't too keen on letting it's soldier's know how it operates, what is the best course of action? Have you lot kill the Asylums and then conveniently mark you off as well, possibly branding you as traitors that attacked my team and then in turn died at the hands of the chrono. I think i summed up A.M.R.O's intentions pretty well, don't you think so......Geko....come on out." 

As if on que a strange distortion appeared to occur right in front of Thora, the very fabrics of space around that location tearing to reveal a black silhouette slowly manifesting itself. The highly anticipated arrival of the infamous "Lizard" had drawn near and with what first looked like a highly pixelated outline of a shadow could no vividly be seen. The Lizard stood there before them, his back slightly hunched and his fingers brushing against his stubble as if admiring a work of art. 

"I suppose this is what we would call wild berries huh?" The man spoke, his tone much like that of a well brewed vine, aged and refine. His eyes mere inches away from Thora's breasts, his firm position revealing that he had been 'appreciating art' for some time. 

"There you have it, the old cartoon known as Geko," Angel spoke, his demeanor as casual as ever except for the finger that lay pressed against his temples. A clear indicator of XIII's disdain for the thirteenth Lost Number. 

"How many times have I told you my name is not Geko, my name is - " Before the famed silencer could finish his sentence, he had to instantly shift his steps to evade an incoming strike, possibly from Thora herself. "The price of appreciating art is a hefty," the silencer whispered to himself, nodding his head wisely as if coming to terms with one of life's greatest philosophical lessons. 

"You boy, remember this!" The man spoke once more, slowly walking towards the naivest of the lot. His sturdy, well built 6 foot frame standing before Camron. Geko a tall and muscular man appearing in his mid forties, the age a clear indicator from the Asylum's graying hair and stubble. Most of his clothing appeared to consist solely of black camouflage gear with kevlar integrated within the fabric, the only piece striking as out of the ordinary being a bright red scarf wrapped around his neck as well as concealing his mouth. 
 
"Listen here boy, some times you can stay in the shadows forever. Always admiring, but an existence of a stranger is a dull one, I would know. You are young so remember boy, sometimes you must go an extra mile. Sometimes you must feel happiness!" The Lizard shout out, his tone filled with enthusiasm and wisdom, though the latter could be disputed based on the original intentions of what exactly this man wished to impart on Camron. The said intentions eventually made themselves clear with Geko failing at his attempt to grope Camron's partner, his entire frame freezing with but one glare from the Chrono. 

"Why did you show yourself Geko? You could have easily assassinated the remaining Asylums as well as this hit squad. You appearance only served to give them an.....unintentional warning." A mischievous smirk slowly spread across Angel's face as he spoke to Geko, a smirk which the Lizard seemed to share as well. 

"...Unintentional....keep that in mind and make it work, there isn't much time," Geko replied with a forlorn look, his expressions a silent courtesy reveling someone greater than him will come to end the job. With that said the Lizard once more faded into obscurity, disappearing and leaving behind no traces. 

"Looks like you Asylums are in the same boat as those you disposed. Quite the predicament isn't it.... how about a career change? Follow the Chrono and most probably die.......or follow A.M.R.O and most definitely die. I am on pin and needles waiting to hear which course of action you will decide." A mischievous smile spread across Angel as his sarcastic retort conveyed what he needed, the fact that the Asylum had no other choice but to fill in the shoes of those they killed.

"Oh oh join us, big brother can get us ice-cream!" The Chrono chirped, a sudden change in her demeanor quite easily taking a back to all those that saw her but seconds ago. Her cold exterior melted away and her stoic mannerism now bore a multitude of expressions, most to all jovial and enthusiastic much like a child without a care or worry. 

"Good morning my dear Rena, we have guests over so do offer them some dessert or a bullet, based on their decision that is."

And there is that devilish smile again~