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Sonya Mayfield, Quentin Taylor, & Task Force RAVEN.
Written in collaboration with @tsukune, @Zombiedude101, @Mr Allen J


Sonya pressed her back against the wall, her eyes peaking around the corner ever so slightly. The rest of her team did the same. The Frog woman managed to spot some cells - Good. It means they are right on track. All Sonya saw was some unconscious scientists... Oh, if they're unconscious, then that means that the prisoners might be, too. That'll make her job a little harder. Okay, their mission should be securing the area, then they'll go get around to getting the prisoners out of here. Sonya couldn't sniff the air - this mask stopped that - so she would have to rely on her sight and hearing.

Quentin looked to her for further, taking slow and steady breaths to make wearing that damned mask as comfortable as possible without giving his position away from the Vader-like respiratory noise it could give off. Somehow, he had a hunch he'd wind up encountering one of the fuckers from that facility again - either the huge bastard wearing the mask or that obnoxious bitch who'd first got the jump on him.

"Swarm Queen," Sonya started off, turning to her team-mate in the back. "Can you get us eyes on the location?"

Nikki nodded. "I'll try." She releashed her swarm of insects, and mentally pushed them into the surrounding area. Their senses were thrown off by the narcotics in the air, but Nikki was able to tag all of the unconscious REAPERs. She put them all over the halls just as reference so they could get around. Otherwise, there wasn't anyone standing. "I don't see any guards or anything - none that are conscious."

"Alright, RAVEN," Sonya said, "Our job is to secure the area, and get those prisoners out of here. Got it?" She asked, and the rest of RAVEN nodded their heads. "Alright, move out." Sonya stepped into the hallway, sticking to the walls. The rest of RAVEN followed right behind here, with Quentin and his shotgun taking point.

After a short trip, they made it to a moderately wide hallway. It was lined with rows of metal doors, and it was long. There were some unconscious REAPERs and scientists lying around. Otherwise, that was it. Sonya felt as if something wasn't right here. Which is why she was hesitant to step into the open like this... a sniper always sticks to the shadows, takes a shot, then vanishes without a trace. An open firefight like this would not be preferable.

However, the real threat came from behind them, and not from where Sonya expected. The group heard ice freezing behind them, and Sonya peaked around her shoulder to spot Snowblind - only getting a second to look before the cyro-witch fired a spear of ice at the center of the ground.

"Behind us, move!" Sonya shouted as she dove out of the way.

It was unnecessary, as Adam swiped his arm across, and created a gust of wind powerful enough to knock the spear into the wall. RAVEN immediately pointed their guns at her - but Snowblind managed to teleport away before they could pull the trigger.

"Bloody teleporter..." Sonya hissed underneath her breath. "You guys know the drill."

Another sound of cracking ice came from the other end of the hallway, and it was followed by another blast of ice, which hit the wall because Sonya managed to dodge. When they looked down the hallway, they were greated with some old friends....

"... Well, well, well." Heartbreaker said as she stepped down the hallway, twirling her revolver around her fingers. "I heard that you joined up with NEST, Quentin-boy, but I couldn't believe it." Heartbreaker laughed from underneath her mask. The sound of her voice was enough to grind his teeth together behind the mask's filter, prompting him to answer that by pointing his 870 towards her side of the hallway and firmly squeezing back on the trigger.

Heartbreaker's reflexes and body-control were so great that she managed to kick an operating table up, and duck behind it. Shooting a shotgun at that range wasn't that good of an idea to begin with - but, hey, she got under his skin there. "... Rude as fuck." Heartbreaker taunted. Coming from one of the side hallways were the Mannequin, and Fig. The Mannequin's eye twitched as he stared down the hallway.

Snowblind teleported right in front of them. Holding her hands behind her back.

"Heartbreaker?" Sonya said, "Damn it. RAVEN, take cover!" They knew that her shooting ability meant that any one of them could get their heads blown off in an instant. Sonya ducked behind an opened cell door with Inkshade and Quentin swallowed his frustration and pressed up against another. While Adam and Nikki stood in the room, seemingly in clear fire of Heartbreaker.

However, Adam called out his own Echo. A golden copy of himself that was easily twice his own size. It acted as a shield - Heartbreaker whipped out both revolvers, and opened fire on Adam's Echo. Bullets slid off it's body. Nikki had summoned her swam of insects, ready to act as a smoke-screen - but she knew that Snowblind and Fig would decimate hem. However, she had some of her bugs push forward, and try to sneak up on them.

Sonya poked out for a moment to shoot at them, but Snowblind teleported out of the way. Quentin, on the other hand, knew he'd be better off saving his remaining shells until he got closer to them and loaded in another.

"Damn it, of course we get the annoying ones." Sonya said to herself. She turned to Inkshade. "We're gonna need..." Sonya looked down at the cannister of Metahuman depressant gas that was hanging off her vest, and Inkshade's. She got an idea.

Sonya peaked outside, and saw that Adam and Nikki were standing there. While Adam's Echo was tanking all the hits. Which would come in handy.

"All-Father," Sonya said. "Grab your canisters and toss it at them." She said. The gas won't bother anyone that's wearing a mask - but it'll definitely act as smoke-screen, and give Sonya and the rest of RAVEN to pull their heads together and create a plan.

Adam nodded his head, and pulled the cannisters off his vest, and Nikki handed him hers. Adam gave the cannisters to his Echo, and he held all of them in one hand. With two fingers, the Echo pierced the cannisters, and quickly tossed them down the hallway. The Changeling Unit, and Heartbreaker quickly scattered - but the gas quickly filled up the entire hallway.

Sonya grinned. They now had the perfect window of opportunity, and Quentin was the first to seize it - pushing forward, passing cell after cell, using the opened doors as cover.

Adam and Nikki started pushing down the hallway, using Adam's Echo as a shield.

Sonya and Inkshade had another idea... They both turned invisible. Using their out of sightness as cover, they both clung to the ceiling. Climbing towards them quickly as they could.

"Damn it!" Heartbreaker hissed, taking steps backwards. She knew that the NEST bastards would be pushing in, which is why she held onto her revolvers tightly. She hated to lose ground to them. Only thing that Heartbreaker thought of would be a good idea is to retreat. She can't shoot what she can't see, after all. "Changelings, fall back!" Heartbreaker ordered, and the group pulled back into one of the side hallways. Snowblind teleported away.

Heartbreaker's order didn't go unnoticed. "Shit, the bastards are pulling back." Sonya said into the comms. "Gotta push in after them. We need Heartbreaker and the Mannequin!" Sonya hopped down, and turned visible. Inkshade stayed clung to the ceiling, invisible.

They went down the same hallway the Changelings did. Sonya, followed by RAVEN, chased after the Changeling Unit. She was following their footsteps - however, she stopped when it came to her that this could be a trap. "Swarm Queen." Sonya said.

"I already tagged them." Nikki said, "They're right down this hallway... they're in some room. Let me get some more bugs in there." She quickly sent down more of her insects, and scanned the room. Placing them on everything just to get a feel of it. Insects didn't have the best senses, but the way Nikki was gathering information, it was like feeling everything in the room to make a map. She felt, armor, weapons... Oh No. "... They're in an armory." Nikki said, worried.

"Why can't we ever have someone with magnetic powers?" Quentin complained over the comms, before finally suggesting "Fuck it - what about the containment foam or something, will that work?"

"... Those poor bastards." Sonya said, grinning. She put her hands on her hips, and shook her head. She had a plan. A perfect plan! She grabbed her cannister of the Metahuman depressant gas. "They forgot that we have, Inkshade, the sneakiest of all the RAVENs." Her tongue flopped out of her mouth - contained by her gas mask. She rolled her eyes. "Boys, and gals, can you give me your gas cannisters?" She put her hand out, and the RAVENs gave up their canisters.

"Alright, here's my little game-plan," Sonya started off, raising a finger up into the air. "I'll toss these down the hallway, and Adam will use his air powers to force the gas into their little armory. If it works, it should fill up their room - or, at very least, cover a great deal of it. While that's going on, Inkshade will slip in through a vent or something, and set off a few explosives. Which should be distraction enough for us to push in, and take them out!"

"That works too, I guess." Quentin remarked. If it worked, it was a chance to get his hands on the bitch hiding inside. If not, they'd have wasted more than just the cannisters, but he wasn't planning on going down that road.

"Ready Adam?" Sonya said with a grin.

Adam switched over to his air manipulation, and took in a deep breath. "Yes." Adam said, preparing himself.

"Now, when we get in there, I can't stress this enough, but don't kill Heartbreaker or the Mannequin!" Sonya said, "They might be our only way to getting to the bottom of this madness! Understood? Alright, go!" Sonya pressed the button on all of them, and tossed them down the hallway. They started dispensing the gas all over the place - but Adam pushed them into the room using the best of his ability. It did fill the room.

Inkshade converted to her liquid state, and went up into the airvents.

"Stay safe, Inky." Sonya said, throwing her wife the peace sign.

Inkshade quickly moved through the vents, and made it to the vent that lead to the armory. Like she had suspected, the room was filled with the gas. She could hear Heartbreaker shouting, and she could get a good idea of where everything is. Inkshade crawled out of the vents, clinging to the ceiling. She changed her color to match the enviroment. Maria came close to the grenades, and created inky tentacles - she pulled the pinn on all of them, and hopped far away as she could - making it back into the vent just as they exploded.

"... What the hell?" Heartbreaker said, "God damn it, Snowblind." She said to her Hands of Science associate. "Thought you said this stupid plan of yours would work!" She grit her teeth. "Alright, we need fall back-"

The explosion was rude enough to cut her off - the sheer explosive pressure knocked Heartbreaker over, and burned her badly. She let out a cry of pain, as she hit the ground. Bloody, and beaten... However, what was worse was that her mask was damaged. The gas that RAVEN filled the room with started pouring into her lungs. Her last sight was seeing that cyrokinetic bitch teleport away, and RAVEN walking up to her.

She had to grin, as they aimed all of their weapons at her. She could barely make out anything. "Ah... damn it..." Heartbreaker said, before passing out.

Sonya quickly looked around - she couldn't smell a damn thing in all this gas - but she saw that the Witch Mother, and Fig were also unconscious. She grinned. "Mission accomplished?" She shrugged.

"Not yet." Quentin had his 870 trained on Heartbreaker from point blank range. He looked ready to squeeze the trigger, yet he'd remembered what she'd said about needing her alive - despite the trouble it had been last time. Instead, he planted a boot on one of her shooting hands and crunched down, knowing it'd be a fun experience for her wake up to. She deserved that, at the very least - from his perspective, anyways.

"Agent Tay- Counterpoint!" Sonya immediately piped out. She knew that Heartbreaker and Quentin had some bad blood, but that was no reason to injure a downed opponent. "We took her down, that was unnecessary!"

Quentin released his boot from Heartbreaker's fingers and looked towards her. "We had her once and she got away, and you've seen what she's like with a weapon. This'll even the odds if she tries anything again." was his excuse, though in truth he hadn't forgotten walking into an ambush with her gun planted against the back of his head, then later waking up to her in that hellhole and the nightmare it entailed.

"... And so will handcuffs." Sonya pulled her handcuffs from her belt as she knelt down and put them on Heartbreaker's hands. Tying them together. The rest of RAVEN put cuffs on the Witch Mother and Fig - followed by power inhibitior collars around their necks. "Agent, you need to stay in line." Sonya reprimanded Quentin. "I don't want you getting hit with a suspension, too." She pointed at him, reminding him of another person who he'd come to respect.

Rolling her green eyes, Sonya stepped off. "Grue, prison wing has been secured - we ran into opposition, but we managed to handle them. Changelings were present on the base. We managed to capture Heartbreaker, Fig, and the Witch Mother - Mannequin seemingly got away."

"Understood. Agents on on route to lend a hand." Dana said. "Good work, RAVEN."
@Zombiedude101 Relax. We just did a separate collab for one half of the raid on the Hands base. There's another collab I wanted to do with you that involved Quentin.


Yeah, thanks. For a moment I thought I'd slipped into a coma and missed a ton of stuff overnight.
Goddammit, did you guys manage to write without me again? I've been constantly checking the collab only to find the same blank page with:


Sonya Mayfield, John Cole Sykes, Quentin Taylor, & Task Force RAVEN.
Written in collaboration with @tsukune, @Zombiedude101, @UrbanEvolution, & @DJAtomika
Y'know, this is pretty off-topic but I wanted to ask, does anyone else here airsoft? I've been going for about a year now (and managed to run through a plethora of guns, including a CM16, an L86 - too many tech issues, an M249 - too heavy and an MP5 - which was just boring. However, my girlfriend's mum is probably one of the nicest people I've ever known and got me an E&L AK (E&L are pretty much one of the best AK brands out there) and I've loved it since. Just a curiosity.
I posted the timeskip. I think RAVEN/NEST will be the focus because I don't really know what to do with my other characters atm.

Lihua, Jen, Meifeng, Cindy, & Mika will be chilling in their cribs if anyone wants to do anything. Otherwise, they won't be used unless for a filler post.

Also, Henry has inspired Trevor to become a NEST Agent. Where he will flagrantly abuse his powers, and get paid to do so. Becoming a terror that will go down in the history books as something people will fear ten generations from now.

There will be strip searches.

Lots of them.


You mean like...


Oh by the way, you accidentally named Cass instead of Quentin in the first headline.
Nice to have a doctor around.
Just gimme a heads-up when you're ready for the REAPER mission collab, I'm itching for an excuse to start writing again.
So.... I just bullshitted my way into a job. I got offered a business admin apprenticeship (they said I have skills that'd be good there) and went into an interview not expecting much. Later on that day they went and offered me the job. 13K a year when I start and it'll go up to 18 by the time I finish.


Leonard "Leathers" Russell



“Ey’, Lenny!” A voice shouted from across the ways, beckoning to him for attention. Private Leonard Russell quickly tugged at his rifle sling and padded through the crowded trench towards the voice that called his name, yet every step seemed to place it even further away. He walked on and on, then he walked some more - feeling where the damp had begun to seep into his boots. Eventually he saw his old pal Petey stood at the precipice, rifle in hand, offering him a hand up to the ladder, into the breach.

The battlefield was clear, it seemed. Other men advanced around them, seeming in good spirits, yet something seemed amiss. Just as he stepped over a roll of barbed wire- “Fritz!” He heard someone else shout aloud, and he frantically scrabbled for his rifle as he saw a faint glow in the distance, growing ever closer.

Fire. A literal wave of fire, embodied by the glowing specters of the enemy, pronged helmets and all. Men all around him - his brothers in arms - they raised their rifles and fired in unison to no avail. Machine gun fire drummed in the distance, as did the shells of their artillery. Their enemy would not yield. Leonard froze in place, unable to move, until he heard a voice. ”Shit, Lenny - snap out of it, we gotta move!” Petey socked him across the jaw and tugged at his sleeve and finally his legs started working again.

They made a beeline for the trenches, paying no attention to the spectral screams of their advancing foes and the men who were scorched and crushed underfoot. Leonard dove into the trench and fell flat on his face in the mud, only to feel Petey yanking him back to his feet and throwing him deeper into the trench as the flaming soldiers approached. He stopped and turned back, only to see his old pal scorched to ashes by the vengeful specters. As they turned their crimson bayonets on him, he felt the flesh along his arm begin to blacken and crackle...




Leonard shuddered as he felt the droplets on his forehead, waking him prematurely from his morning nap. Blinking a couple times, he glanced up to see where earlier’s raindrops had seeped through the branches and their leaves, before hoarsely clearing his throat and looking around for that mongrel of his when he saw him padding around in the direction of the farmstead.

“Petey… psst, Petey!” Leonard whispered, snapping his fingers and whistling to catch the dog’s attention. Finally he listened, snapping his head towards his owner with pricked ears and eventually padding over, tongue lolling out. Leonard smiled faintly and gave him a scratch behind the ears with his scarred palm, before driving the other into his knee to stand up. He wondered how long he'd dozed off and gave his jacket a firm brush for good measure, before heading back towards the others, wondering if they'd finished their little baseball game.

He made it back just in time to see the eastern boy, Julian carrying Clay’s lifeless body towards them and hear about how some crazed madman had killed him, before they did the same in self-defence. Leonard felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle as he saw how badly the poor bastard had been torn into, noticing that the wound on his neck looked even worse than those caused by barbed wire or artillery shells he’d seen during the war. It was enough to make him instinctively feel for his holstered pistol, yet before he could say anything he caught earshot of the boss, Farmer Tackett, hollering at them to get inside.

Like a couple of the other farmhands, the sound of the radio blaring in the barn quickly caught Leonard’s attention and he did as best he could to listen in. Red Plague.. it made his neck bristle yet again - and so did his scarred arm, which was never a good sign. If the years on the road had taught him anything, it was that his gut was the only thing worth a damn trusting - and his gut told him that he’d be glad he slept with a gun close at hand tonight.
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No need to say sorry.

Though, now I feel a little dickish for moving on with Sonya's plot without you. lol


Hah, just assume Cass came along for the ride.
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