[hr][i][h1][color=Blueviolet]Malik Jakane[/color].[/h1][sub]([@Mr Allen J])[/sub][/i][hr] [i][u]New Raygate, Prince Edfield.[/u][/i] Heh, this was just like being in a spy movie. Jakane. Malik Jakane. Kind of had that ring to it. Still, he had to be careful. If Malik gets seen, then it's going to be game-over for his mission to find Marcelle. And right when he [i]finally[/i] gets a lead. Malik was told to go on straight ahead... and hopefully not into a trap. Still, he was confident in his source because he was being directed. Malik stopped at a hallway and heard some people walking away. Talking. Time to show off. Malik did a barrel roll from one hallway to the other before they even noticed. He kept moving forward, keeping low, as he made his way through the evil lair. Not that well guarded, is it? Or does the Black Hound's mooks account for a great deal of the security team? Doesn't matter. Long as the good fortune keeps coming! It wasn't long before Malik reached the end of the hallway that had the title of "SERVER ROOM." What was he going to do here? Start hacking? Heh. The full extent of Malik's computing abilities involved taking pictures, then uploading them to social media. He's going to need the help of his eye in the sky for this one. Though, the door was metal and looked pretty hard to break down. It even had a panel on the side- His cell phone buzzed, and look, it was his eye in the sky! [quote][pre]12127.[/pre][/quote] Okay. Malik shrugged as he put in the number combination, aaaaand.... The light went green, and the doors opened. Malik carefully stepped in, as he heard some more people walking by. The doors closed right behind Malik. Right when he stepped in, he was creeped out. The server room was dark other than the odd blue lights presented by the server machines - which were tall, bulky-looking machines that were probably jam-packed with information. Malik was no computer expert, so he had no idea what they did either way. He took a few steps into the dark, tiled room. Looking around. [quote][pre]Your lead is just right ahead, just look for the server that says 12.[/pre][/quote] Malik nodded his head and skimmed the servers as he searched for this magic number... Ah! He didn't know what made this server special from the other ones. There were a few missing, yeah, but there were a lot of them missing! [quote][pre]Look down at the last one, and stick your hand in the empty space.[/pre][/quote] Malik sighed... hoping that this just wasn't some trap (or really elaborate prank) and stuck his hand in. He reached around in the opening, then his eyes opened wide. "Ah-hah!" Malik said as he pulled out the object his contact was referring to. A bright purple cell-phone. It belongs to Marcelle. He pressed one of the buttons, but the phone was dead. He would have to get it home. [quote][pre]Good. You have your lead. Now, it's time for you to escape.[/pre][/quote] Malik raised his eyebrow. [quote][pre]hey? what about the prisoners you talked about?[/pre][/quote] There was a solid minute before there was a response, which made Malik think it was bullshit. [quote][pre]The Black Hound will be back soon, and it's best that you leave before he does.[/pre][/quote] There was something else at play here, but Malik wasn't in the position to question it. Because now he's made his breakthrough. He was going to solve the mystery of what happened to Marcelle one way or another... ... But first, he had to charge this phone! He put the phone in his pocket before he turned around and started walking out the room. He punched in the code again, and the door opened right up again! Malik started slowly walking out, before he retraced his steps. Dodging cards like the master spy he is. Malik made it right back to the entrance. Now, he was going have to decide if he was going to open the garage door again, or come up with something else. Malik was fast as hell as a living storm and- A portal opened up in the garage, and Malik was quick to dip behind a crate. "... Better get chatty real fast," A woman said as she walked behind someone he knew was being held hostage. "Because if you don't... you're going to wish that we killed you." Malik peaked a little bit more... ... It was Rhea. He darted back behind some crates. What did that crazy girl get herself into?! He told her not to get involved, and now look what happened! [hr][i][h1][color=forestgreen]Veronica Emily Davis[/color], [color=#ffe0bd]Rhea Harlow[/color], [color=Blueviolet]Malik Jakane[/color], & Makoto Koda.[/h1][sub]Written in collaboration with [@Mr Allen J][/sub][/i][hr][hider=Dishonored - Aristocracy Suspense][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9NxFV6cNS8&index=12&list=PLiN9B0rz-YEwhajvBFl7qES8mTPDt3EVX[/youtube][/hider][hr] [i][u]New Raygate, Prince Ed-Field[/u][/i] The portal closed as the two Undertakers held Rhea at gunpoint. Makoto was the only one holding the gun, but was taking it very lightly. Given that she was cracking jokes. "... Mi casa su casa... Pancake." Makoto continued to taunt her as she poked Rhea in the back with her gun, prompting her to move forward. Upon exiting the portal, Rhea anxiously patted herself down. Her stomach held a sense of vertigo as, for a brief moment, the portal lacked any gravity. It felt like water if energy could behave as such. Thick, dry, and disorienting. The smell of gasoline and tires caused Rhea’s eyes to glance about. There were vehicles lined up at the wall and a large metal door to the side. Eerie white lights in the ceiling barely cut into the shadows, casting a sinister glow. Rhea swallowed the lump in her throat. Amidst the previous threats, she managed to heal the knife wounds in her legs. Her situation, though, remained dire. Makoto was quick to remind her who was in charge, prodding her with the gun. Veronica just rolled her eyes as she gave Rhea her last warning. "... Better get chatty real fast," She twirling the knife around between her fingers. "Because if you don't... you're going to wish that we killed you." To The Terror, Rhea gave a fervent nod. “I have full intention of cooperating, and I’ll tell you everything I know. But I, uh”—she grimaced—“need the restroom.” "Well, we can't have you pissing yourself for when you meet the Black Hound in person," Veronica said, smiling as she waited for that "Oh crap" expression when she realises they're working with one of the most world renown terrorists on the planet. "So, we'll just haul your ass into a cell where you'll have [i]everything[/i] you need until the Hound is ready for you." Rhea's eyes widened. [i]So it's true, then. The Founding Family, The Black Hound and that behemoth [/i]are[i] connected.[/i] Despite the reassuring dream she had, her stomach twisted at the thought of seeing the masked terrorist face-to-face. [i]These girls were with the Black Hound?[/i] Malik thought to himself. They looked like soldiers, and they were women? The Black Hound must have some deep pockets, or something else must be going on. Either way, Malik has one chance, and one chance alone. It was his fault she got into this, and it's going to be him who gets her out of this. Either he saves Rhea, or die trying. He quickly converted into his storm-form which was followed by raging winds and the sharp sound of a lightning strike. "Huh?" Makoto said as she turned her head. Malik flipped backwards from out of cover, creating raging winds so strong that it would knock anyone unprepared out of cover. "Who the hell-" Veronica said as she covered her face. The winds were so loud that she couldn't hear herself think. "Sound the alarm!" Veronica said. Makoto immediately aimed her weapon at Malik and cut loose with her MP5... but, the winds were so strong that the barrage of bullets was thrown off and hit the walls around Malik. "Shit!" Makoto said as she reached around her belt for another clip. Malik would have pissed himself if he didn't do so before coming here. Because that barrage of bullets made him shriek in fear. He was safe, but he was going to make sure Rhea was out of here safe and sound. He stopped the storm and electricity sounded his hands as he fired two bolts of lightning from his hands that caused a flash of light before the deadly thunder-crash. The one bolt of lightning hit one of the suspect delivery trucks, and the other slammed against the wall leaving a rather large scorch mark in the wall. "Rhea, run!" Malik shouted. Rhea shielded her eyes from the lightning flashes, seeing the shape of a figure down the hall. [i]My God, why’s Malik here?[/i] She thought, horrified. These were the… the fiends who took his friend. And as The Terror confirmed, this was the home of The Black Hound. At Malik’s command, Rhea moved to action. As Makoto was preoccupied filling Malik’s location with bullets, it was simple enough to gently remove her baton from the bag Makoto carried. She beelined to the garage door, slamming an industrial button. As the door slowly rolled open, she looked back. Malik was pinned behind his cover as Makoto and Veronica laid a ferocious assault. [i]We're out of time. Reinforcements must be on their way.[/i] She flicked the baton to its full length, tensing as large bolts of light arced menacingly across her body. An intimidation tactic. Rhea was largely ignored due to the exchange between Malik, Veronica, and Makoto. Veronica pulled a volley of throwing knives out of the concealed holster in her shirt, and pulled them out with telekinesis. She held them in between her fingers, while Malik was shooting lightning, Veronica threw the knives at Malik and propelled them with telekinesis. Malik surrounded himself in a bubble of spinning wind that launched most of them away.... ... Except for the one that nailed Malik right in the side. He let out a loud groan and fell downwards onto the ground, as Veronica telekinetically willed her knives to float up into the air prepared to finish Malik off. While Makoto was hauling ass to the alarm. She slammed the alarm button with an open palm and all the noise was drowned out by the sharp blaring of the alarm throughout the entire base. There was almost enough space to crawl under the garage door. “Malik, come with me!” Rhea yelled. Malik turned his head and saw that Rhea was opening the door. "Good girl!" Malik said. He hopped up to his feet and shot a raging wind in the direction of the knives which was enough to throw them away. Veronica hissed through her teeth as she shouted, "Makoto!" "Yeah, yeah..." Makoto said as she considered using her metal manipulating, but that would be Bond-villain levels of stupidity. She held the gun with both hands (she was out of ammo anyway), and was surrounded by a black smoke as she appeared in front of Rhea. She tried to slam the butt of the gun right into her face to knock this bitch out before she even had a chance to use her power. The moment Makoto disappeared, Rhea dove to the side and rolled to her feet. The gun missed her by inches. Rhea squinted her eyes at the masked lady as her palms slammed together, static spilling from the contact. A bright light, something with the intention of blinding, grew from her hands and shot off as a white bolt. In that moment, Rhea jumped at Makoto, baton swinging for the side of her head. Makoto let out a groan of pain at not just the blinding light, but getting hit in the head after being stunned was no laughing matter. She fell to her hands, but was quick to teleport out of the way. "Damn it, Makoto," Veronica hissed in the most bitter tone as she took her eyes off Malik, and raised her hands in the air, and sent the barrage of knives right for Rhea. All while Malik was hauling ass across the room. He could hear the army running up! Rhea saw the knives as they barreled toward her, spinning high in the air to attempt dodging them. Two knives were knocked away with her baton, and many others missed entirely. A few, however, changed their course slightly and found their target. Rhea collapsed, knives embedded in her legs and abdomen. Thunderous footsteps could be heard down the hall. [i]Backup's here...[/i] With a pained gasp, Rhea tore out the blades and crawled under the garage door. The wounds had a collection of white static sealing the surface areas, but the pain was almost unbearable. Veronica was gathering all the knives that she could as she prepared for her retaliation. But, with Rhea crawling away, it was time for Malik to make an exit. With a swipe of his leg, he shot a blast of wind that knocked back both Veronica and Makoto. And he wasn't done there. He pointed both hands at the controls, before he fired electricity at it which fried it. Which should make their exit a [i]lot[/i] easier. Rolling underneath the garage door was easy for the parkour master, even without being assisted by wind! He turned his roll into an all out sprint until he caught up with Rhea. "Hey!" Malik said as he ran alongside her. "You can thank me later... no really, I think they want to kill us!" He looked behind him, and all he could see was flashlights that had to be attached to guns. "Alright," Malik said. "Can you do that flashy light thing again? But bigger?" He asked. “Malik,” Rhea said, stopping to view the reinforcements hot on their tracks. “I already owe you a million coffees. But yes, let’s make some fireworks.” She winced, moving the hands that cradled her gut wound. Static pooled in her palms as she raised them toward the enemy. “Close your eyes,” she said as the light grew to a blinding amount, illuminating the structures around them as if it were day. With a crack, the bolt was loosed as the light drilled the reinforcement’s eyes. "Don't have to tell me twice," Malik said as he slammed his eyes shut. Immediately, Rhea’s head pounded with the beginnings of a migraine. Stars crossed her vision. She shook her head, hurt and disoriented. It was up to Malik from here, he grabbed Rhea, and took to the skies as he used his wind powers to propel him far up into the sky as possible. He went fast enough to disappear into the buildings. He held onto Rhea tight. "Hey..." Malik said. "... [i]We're gonna make it.[/i]" Through the pain, Rhea managed a smile. "...Thank you."