[hr][hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjI0MC40ZWI0ZGEuUTJGc2RtbHVJRkpsWkhWbi4w/chewed-pen-bb.regular.png[/img] [@Indy Cooper][/center] Calvin turned towards the girl sitting next to him. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Oh I was. But then I lost to some British guy who kept swearing and shooting missiles at me. Were you here before? That had to have been the loudest fight in the first round. Judging by your clothes, though, I'd be surprised if you [i]weren't[/i] participating in the tournament..."[/color] Calvin noticed that Yen wasn't looking at him when she first started talking, and now she was just blankly staring in his direction. Slowly raising his hand, Calvin suddenly waved in front of her face. [color=LightSkyBlue]"You uh... You're blind, aren't you?"[/color] [hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLjAwMDAwMC5SV3h6Wlhkb1pYSmwuMA,,/typo-angular-rounded.demo.png[/img][/center] A black van raced along a massive, empty tunnel. Officially, the tunnel was abandoned years ago. It screeched to a stop in front of a white limousine that blocked the entire road in front of it. The sliding door of the van opened, and a heavily armed guard hopped out, and yanked a fat man in a suit with a bag over his head with him. He shoved the man to his knees in front of the van, and stood directly behind him. Another guard hopped out, but stood near the van's door. The white limo opened, and a man in his thirties stepped out. He had a purple pompadour, white suit, and reflector shades, with a cigarette in his mouth. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth, and flicked it to the side. The guard behind the man on his knees ripped the bag off his head, revealing The Boss. [color=SlateBlue]"Well I'll be damned. Look who it is."[/color] The younger man spoke. "Cut that crap, Rodney." The boss scorned, before getting the butt of a rifle to the side of his head. [color=SlateBlue]"Boss, boss boss. I told you, call me Rod."[/color] Rod shook his head as he slowly wandered in a circle around The Boss, [color=SlateBlue]"Just like you told me to call you Boss, 'Boss'."[/color] Rod stopped once he finished a complete circle around the boss, facing away, with his thumb in his lips. He snapped his fingers and heel-turned towards The Boss, pointing a finger gun at him. [color=SlateBlue]"Lemme guess. Jeremy keeps losing control, and you, despite what you suggested, couldn't find the proper chip. The one that was implanted after his first fight was just Plan B. Whatever happened to plan A?"[/color] "..." The Boss mumbled something underneath his breath. Rod leaned inches from The Boss's face, with a hand over his ear. [color=SlateBlue]"What was that?"[/color] "I said, I lost it." The Boss grumbled. [color=SlateBlue]"Oh shit, that's rich!"[/color] Rod broke into uncontrollable laughter. [color=SlateBlue]"I remember... Oh geez, sorry... I just, I remember you being the guy who threatened his way to his position today. The guy who gets to manage the first ever Symbiote with an Ego. That's a first, yknow! You knew it was coming for eight years, how hard it was going to be, but you blackmailed, threatened, and intimidated your way to being first in line to watch over him! And... And you lose the chip? That's the best lie?"[/color] "I... Don't have any other excuse. I hid it." [color=SlateBlue]"Damn, Boss. You're cold. You trade the Master Chip, which gives the Ego 100% control, all the time, for some crappy knock-off worse than the original, that almost get's a kid killed, and you have no excuses? Do you even know what would happen if that kid did get killed? We'd get investigated. And some little rats, like you, would run to the cops, crying your snot out, saying 'Oh, I didn't do it! Those big bad men forced me to create those big evil machines!'"[/color] Rod mocked in a weepy voice. [color=SlateBlue]"Well, we can't have an ounce of that. Everything the [i][/i][b]REAL[/b] boss has been working on would be tossed out the window,"[/color] Rod leaned down to eye level with The Boss, staring straight into him, [color=SlateBlue]"Cmon man, you were like a father to me. Even more than he ever was. You know everything Horizon Frontier has to offer. You're petty. You're denying the future, dude. So just tell me where the chip is, and [i]hopefully[/i] you can be pardoned. It'll be a real mistake, I'll even defend you should I need to! Just... Tell me; where's Plan A?"[/color] The Boss stared straight back, his one good eye unblinking. "I told you. I. lost it." Rod stood back up, sadly shaking his head. [color=SlateBlue]"Well then..."[/color] Rod pulled a revolver out of his pocket, [color=SlateBlue]"Let's see what that big brains of your's knows. Back at Horizon. But honestly, don't take this personal from me. I thought you aced this up unti--"[/color] A barrage of rifle fire flared through the windshield of the black van, fifteen bullets hitting the guard behind The Boss's in their back. They fell dead before they hit the ground. Rod stared in shock at the broken windshield, before The Boss rammed his bald head into his groin. Rod dropped his revolver. Five guns poked out of the opened windows of the Limousine, prepared to fire, before the van rammed into into it's side, rotating the limo into a 360 spin. The van then reversed, and the window on the driver side door lowered down. The guard that had been hanging by the van was driving. "Get the hell in!" He shouted. The boss got up and dived into The Vanas it sped off on a complete U-Turn, before it eventually faded into the darkness. "Who the hell are you?" The boss asked. The guard pulled off his helmet "My name's Vic. You saved my life back in '07." "What the hell are you doing?" "I'm saving your life, man. I don't know why I did what the hell I did, or where I'm going." "I just might." The Boss grinned. "They're these folk called "MAVERICK". The Boss finally loosened his cuffs, and pulled off his eyepatch. He reached into his empty socket, cringing, and pulled out a tiny black box. Opening it, a golden chip glistened in the tunnel's dim lighting.