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Cassius and Reed Taylor, Lihua Vuhong, Meifeng Vuhong, & Mika Baozai




It took a few moments for Reed to fumble with the NEST agent's body, prying the dead fingers off the grip of his sidearm. It felt wrong, in one way or another - the poor bastard might have even been a cop before he'd joined NEST, once - just like him. But grave robbing was a necessary evil for now, he decided - better to disturb the dead and live than be among them.

Pocketing a few magazines retrieved from the agent's tac vest, he glanced towards Cass as the old man gazed out into the rain, trying to keep as distant as he could from the bodies that lay inside the truck as he regained his bearings. Now armed, he tapped on the old man's shoulder and, after a brief perimeter check, the two ventured out into the rain.

By the looks of things, their truck had hit the storefront of some overpriced Knightdale coffee shop yet the one that had actually exploded was even worse off; Reed could barely make out the smoldering wreck in the distance, debris strewn all over.

'Nobody could've survived that', he thought.

But why the hell could he hear voices?

"Cass, you hear that?" He arched an eyebrow, wiping the rainslick off his brow with his wrist.

"What, the rain? Can barely see shit in this weather, nevermind hear anything." The old man shrugged, still a little disorientated from his earlier tumble.

"Just.." Reed heard it again. "Come on," he gestured with the pistol, before heading towards the wreckage. Better to be safe than sorry.

Then, he saw it - a figure, human enough in shape and clearly armed. Approaching the figure, he was ready to announce his presence when he heard the familiar plod of one of those creatures in the rain-soaked street and saw yet another shape - yet he noticed how disproportionate the arm looked, and remembered how that first creature he'd ever seen had the same..

"VPD, watch it!" He shouted to the armed figure in the distance as the one-armed thing grew closer to it, before readying his sidearm. "Cass, got another one of those things!" He alerted his uncle, before opening fire - 9mm cartridges soon partnered with a spread of 12 gauge.




Lihua was doing the best she could to buy time for Meifeng. She knew that there was only so much time - and she was putting everyone on line here. However... she just couldn't leave Jennifer behind like this. She just couldn't. It was like that small fragment of growing humanity that was preventing her from leaving the Caspin for dead.

That said, she pulled chunks of stone the size of basketballs out of the ground when she raised her hand up into the air. While she cause considerable damage with smaller pieces, she needed to quickly and effectively remove them from the equation. The beasts were running up on her, and the stones were floating in the air. Lihua was unflinching as they approached. She pushed her hands out, and the chunks of stone shot out like rockets. The beasts were immediately launched back, some immediately began to dissolve.

There was a particularly tough one, that was three times Lihua's size, and had massive arms, tipped with enormous claws. The stone hit it in the chest, and it slid backwards, and drove it's claws into the ground. It didn't even scratch it. Which meant Lihua would have to go a little harder.

Peering over her shoulder for a second, she saw that Meifeng was still desperately trying to get Jennifer off.

It wasn't long until Lihua's opponent got his second wind, and charged at her, using all four limbs to run. This was almost trivial as Lihua stood there, narrowing her eyes, and going in focus. When the beast was close enough, she slammed her foot into the ground, and created a wall of spikes that shot out at high speeds. Turning this freak into a living pin cushion. Lihua swiped her leg across the ground, and detached the spikes and sent the beast tumbling over, a dissolving wreck.

She was wondering what was next.

"VPD, watch it!"

Lihua looked over her shoulder, and saw the beast prepping to attack. She could have attacked on her own, but she couldn't take the risk. She drew as much stone as she could and created a shield of stone - which took the full force of the blow, and made Lihua stagger a bit. However, her saviors were also opening fire, which put a couple holes into the beast. Giving Lihua a golden opportunity - she sent the shield flying at it in sharp shards of stone that sliced up the beast. It was sent flying, but not dead yet.

She looked over her shoulder again... VPD officers. She put her hands on her hips as she examined them - actually, she knows one of them. Cassius Taylor. Quentin's uncle that she had a few run ins with while on the job.

"Taylor," Lihua said, looking down at them. "A pleasure to see you."

"Vuhong?" Cass squinted, before he quickly snapped out of it and recognized the Concrete Dragon from her titular ability, having gained an acquaintance with her during previous cases which spanned across both VPD and NEST. "Yeah, yeah - good to see you too." He nodded, fishing out more shells from the small supply in his pockets and popping them into his Ithaca 37's magazine tube. It was good to find someone reliable, at least. "That bomb," he glanced towards the burnt out truck, "Fuckin' explosion threw our truck off the road. We're the only ones who made it out. You?"

Lihua stomped her foot, and pulled a chunk of stone out of the ground, and followed it up with a punch that sent the hunk flying at one of the approaching beasts. Which was enough to slam it against a wall, and cause it to disintegrate. It was hard to maintain a conversation, and fight off a horde of these bastards. She looked up at Cass. "Our APC also was sabotaged... we were heading to another one, when we got sidetracked..." Lihua looked back over her shoulder. "It's that damn Changeling Unit - they're responsible for this." She hissed through her teeth.

Reed's gaze briefly met Lihua as his Uncle greeted her, before it shifted back towards the hazy streets, opening fire yet again. "Did you find anyone in the wreckage?" He finally asked, question clearly pointed at the former of the two.

These two VPD officials could be helpful - Lihua would have been stupid to say otherwise. Right now... Meifeng could use an extra hand to get Ms. Caspin off the shrapnel. Which, if successful, would work out for Lihua, and get them out of here faster.

"Look," Lihua started off, she was nearly cut off by the beast approaching again. She shot a stone at it's feet to impede it's progress. If only to give Lihua an extra second or two. This is a tough one... Lihua said, "Remember that girl Jennifer? She's... pinned down by some shrapnel, and Meifeng is trying her hardest to get her off. Both of them could use some help."

The beast got back up, and continued it's mad charge towards her.

"... Now."

Without hesitation, the two of them rushed over to the wreckage of the vehicle where they met a few familiar faces yet again. "Meifeng, you remember us?" Cass tossed her an upwards nod, before taking a knee to glance under the wreckage where he saw the girl - Jennifer - trapped in the debris.

Meifeng paused for a moment, and looked up at them. "Yeah...." She said, starting off. "It's nice to see you two again, but I kinda wish we'd meet under better circumstances, y'know?" She noted.

"We get that a lot." Reed remarked.

It was bad. Cass knew that much. "Jen? Can you hear me? It's Cass Taylor, and Reed's here too. We're gonna try and get you out, okay? Don't move and just stay calm!" He called to her, trying to make as quick an assessment as he could of the situation, knowing the longer they took the worse it would get.

Jen's sense, other than the pain, was a little dulled after the crash. Her vision was blurry, and her ears were still ringing. She managed to make out two very familiar shapes, and vaguely familiar voices. "I... think..." She said, "Just get.... get me off this... please."

How was she even alive after such explosion? Cass wondered... then remembered how she'd been the last time they saw her, how she was bloody and torn yet has no injuries. Going on gut instinct, he glanced over his shoulder and asked, "What do you know about her? Anything you know, I need to know."

Meifeng was kneeling down, preparing to lift Jen up, when she heard Cass' question. She looked up at him, "She's a regenerator." She simply answered, nodding her head. She didn't care for whether or not Jen wanted to keep her power a secret, or if these two were against Metahumans. "All we have to do is lift her up, and she'll be good as new in no time."

After informing them of that, there was no time to waste. Meifeng grabbed onto Jen, and nodded her head at them. "Look, we gotta get Jen out of here now." She stated. "Come on and just lift her up. It'll hurt her, but she'll be okay"

Hesitantly, Cass affirmed her with a nod and pushed more debris aside, grabbing the upper half of Jen's frame. "Clench your teeth," he warned Jen, before firmly lifting her up with all the strength in him.

Meifeng did the same, and just dead lifted Jen with every ounce of her strength. Jen, clenching her teeth tightly as possible, could only let out hisses of pure pain as she was lifted off the debris. A trail of blood was left behind on it. It felt like it would never end, in fact. Up until she could no longer feel the metal inside of her, and only a hole. Which would normally be pouring out blood if it wasn't for the fact that her regenerative factor handled that quite well. Jen would have sighed in relief - but she barely had the strength to walk. She grit her teeth when she felt the momental pain of her regenerative factor going to work.

Cass took her in both arms, then looked to Meifeng and nodded to the Ithaca 37 resting on the sidewalk. "You know how to use one?"

"No?" Meifeng said, kinda confused.

"Your mom never train you? Ah.." Cass shrugged. "Mind hanging onto it for me? Might be useful later and my hands are kinda tied."

"Yeah, but we gotta go!" Meifeng said as she quickly ran over to the shotgun, and grabbed it by the barrel and jumped back up to her feet, following after Cass and Reed. Praying to God that Jen would be okay.

"Are we done?" Reed quickly asked, glancing over his shoulder as he kept watch.

His uncle gave him a nod and headed back towards Lihua's direction, ready to make an exit. "Vuhong," he called, "My other nephew's place isn't far from here. If you need a ride, you can borrow his."

Lihua finished off the monster by jamming a concrete spear through it's skull. She looked over her shoulder, and saw that Jennifer was being carried by Cass. She almost smiled. Looks like she did her job well. "Good, let's get a move on." Lihua said, "That shouldn't be necessary, there is another APC waiting for us north of here... The Changeling Unit has been removed as a threat, so it should be safe."

Giving her niece an affirming nod, they started running again.


Sonya, Lihua, Meifeng, Mika, Jennifer, Cindy, Trevor, Quentin, Cass, Reed, Haruka, Shizuka, Akemi, & Task Force RAVEN.



With the giant out of the way, the evacuation could go as planned.

It wasn't long before Lihua and the others made it to the designated APC meet up. Lihua almost laughed in relief as she ran in the heavy rain towards safety. There were quite a few of the APCs waiting, and NEST agents were guarding them, fortunately. The backdoor of an APC opened up - revealing Sonya Mayfield and Quentin Taylor as the former of the two gave them a wide smile.

"Made sure they waited for ya'!" Sonya enthusiastically shouted. "Hurry up, move it! We don't have much time!"

Sonya was right, which was why Lihua was the first to hop up on the APC, and pivot halfway to extend a hand to Mika. She helped Mika, and her infant daughter on. Meifeng was helping Cass get Jennifer up into the APC. Jennifer was laid down on the seats, the injuries in her body were rapidly healing - her power being the only thing keeping her alive at this point. Everyone was getting comfy in the APC as Sonya closed the door behind them, and the APC started moving.

"Alright, boys, convoy's giving us a one way ticket out of Verthaven!" Sonya shouted, "Just sit tight."

Lihua let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God, this hell is finally over." She stated, almost too relieved.

"Sorry for not lending you a hand." Sonya said, that oddly jovial smile on her face, and her tongue somewhat sticking out her mouth. She threw a thumb over her shoulder, towards Trevor and Scarlet, sittng in a seat. "Had to pull these out the fire. Heh."

"There is no need for you to apologize." Lihua sternly said to Sonya. "You can't be everywhere - and we're quite capable of handling ourselves."

"That's great!" Sonya said, "Either way, looks like everything's working out."

Quentin gave both his uncle and younger brother an affectionate pat on the shoulder each, remarking, "Second time I've said it, I'm glad you two made it out alright."

"You too, Quent." Reed reaffirmed him.

"All-Seer," Dana spoke into the comms. "Did we get everyone?"

Leon, in another APC, answered, "That's alive, yeah."

"Good.... we can push on after that little.... set back."

"Jen, it's going to be okay." Meifeng said, putting her hand on the side of her injured friend's head.

A loud whistle filled the APC, making Meifeng turn her head, and see that it's Trevor. Gently patting his hands on his knees with his bow and arrow on his legs. "How is she even still alive?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She's a regenerator." Meifeng said, "She'll get better, just give her some time."

"Hey, y'know I can just give her a little heal." Trevor said.

"Doubt it'd even do anything." Cindy said, not sitting that far away from them. "Trevor's power is a drug, right? I read somewhere that regenerators are immune."

"You kids know better than me," Cass opined, "

"... Looks like she's going have to wait this one out." Meifeng said, she looked down at her stomach, and saw that the gaping hole was a little smaller than she remembered. Which made her smile, Jennifer was getting a little better.

"Eh, we're already nearing the outskirts of Vert." Sonya said, putting her hands on her sides. "Just sit tight, we'll have some immediate support the second we get out of here."




In a different APC, Maximilian was sitting down. Taking a breather since he spent a lot of energy fighting the giant monster...it brought up the question of whether or not they could even beat another one without the help of Shizuka. And how many the Devil had in reserves. That'd be a challenge. On the opposite side, Haruka huddled close to Akemi, who had the still-unconscious Shizuka with his head on her lap. Daphne sat next to the family, fiddling with the assault rifle idly.

Maximilian's phone started loudly ringing, he grabbed it and looked, and the caller ID was High-Command. Briefly wondering what they wanted, he pressed answer, and put the phone against his ear, "Maximilian Cornell speaking."

"Mr. Cornell," A male voice spoke over the phone. "Are you aware of what's going on in other cities?"

"No?"

"NEST is recieving reports that these beasts are reaching as far as San Diego...and the storm is stretching far enough to encompass the entire west coast," the High Command chairman said. "This is getting out of hand, Maximilian."

"Look, I'm doing all I can. I'll handle the situation once the civilians are in the clear."

"You have one shot at this," the Chairman replied. "If you can't handle it, then we are."

Before he even got a chance to answer, the phone call ended.

It's almost like they didn't want them to leave. No matter. Maximilian was going to do the best to get everyone clear of Verthaven fast as possible, and handle the situation from there. Like Helena said, there might not be anything left to save. With a Metahuman that can end the world here.

The ground started shaking, and Maximilian immediately got up and hit the button on his comms piece. Akemi, who had been listening in at Maximilian's phone conversation, held her nephews closer to herself. Though she couldn't hear whatever the person the NEST leader spoke to was saying, she could read from the man's facial expression that it was probably more bad news for them.

"We need intel, where are they coming from?!" Maximilian asked.

Leon immediately used his power to see ahead of the group, and saw the ground breaking behind them, and on the areas around them...but not directly in their path. Monsters began pouring out the holes, and making a mad dash for the outskirts.

"Oh that's not good..." Leon said off the comms. He was scared to even report this, but he had no choice, "We got ourselves an army...but they're not going for us, looks like they're leaving. Putting us in the middle of their little escape."

"What?" Maximilian peeked out the viewing ports of the APC. "We...oh no." This was almost like... Oh no. He knew what the Devil was planning, and they had to get out of here. [i]Now.[/u] He immediately yelled into comms, "We need to get out of here, double time! Go, go, go!"

The convoy kicked into overdrive, going faster than before.




"Hey!" Meifeng shouted as the APC went double it's original speed, and it nearly sent Jen flying off the seat she was lying down on. If Meifeng didn't grab her, she would have flown off.

"Yo, what's going on?" Cindy asked, holding onto a bar.

Lihua narrowed her eyes... It's just one thing after another, isn't it? "...Trouble. Hold steady. They aren't ready to let us out just yet." Lihua said to them.

"Oh, shit." Quentin groaned.




In another city...

"We have no choice." A member of high-command, sitting in a shadowy room with only the large screen to illuminate the few members, and the table they sat on. The screen, however, was showing the situation in Verthaven as a literal army went right out of the city... Which was no good. With all this rain, they couldn't bomb them, and they would go on a massacre. Turning in his chair, the member of High-Command made a tent with his hands. "We have to activate the Shield of Light before they get out."

"But what about the people in there?"

"...We have no choice. There's a high possibility that the Metahuman who created them all is among their ranks. If she gets outside the Shield of Light, it could very well be the end of us all."

On the table, a holographic projector came out of the table, with various options. The member of High Command typed in something.

> Shield of Light System
> Black Fall/New York/Verthaven/Philadelphia/Toronto/Miami
> Verthaven
> /No/ Needs full council permission.


He nodded to the rest of the council members, before they, one at a time, pressed their thumbs on the projection, and got their fingerprints scanned.

> Approved
> Activating Shield of Light.


Inside of Verthaven, technology that was kept a secret from even the highest ranking NEST officials began to activate. Outside of Verthaven, trap doors in the ground opened, and satelie-like devices retracted. They all aimed towards Verthaven, and started glowing a bright blue color as an energy infused them. They fired beams into the city, that quickly formed a blue dome over the city that went over the clouds. Effectively trapping everyone inside. There was no weapon or super power that could break, or bypass, this shield. As it was created by studying the energies of many shield-based Metahumans, and creating an energy out of it. The projectors were glowing with the same energy, implying these were just as invincible.

"...May God help them."




"Almost home free! Just keep at it!" Sonya shouted into the comms from the safety of her APC. It was a little hard to hear because the APCs were firing their turrets, cutting through the hordes, on full auto. Or they were simplying shooting at the beasts out the ports. She looked up ahead, and saw they were leaving Verthaven! Good, good! Won't have to worry about this-

Right when things were looking up, a massive shield appeared in their way. The APCs in front had to come to a skidding stop. Everyone looked up at the shield, awestruck as it was forming. There was nothing but sheer shock.

"They didn't..." Maximilian said. Haruka gripped on his aunt even tighter, a mixture of horror and fury flashed across his pale face. Akemi turned to Daphne with a questioning look, but the chloropath shrugged and shook her head. Shizuka stirred a little from the strong jerk when the APC came to a sudden halt, but he still continued to sleep, completely oblivious to the the trapped scenario unfolding outside.

"Oh my God..." Cindy said, covering her mouth as freedom literally escaped their grasp yet again.

"Oh that's not good." That cheery smile was wiped off Sonya's face.

"Bastards..." Cass of all people could barely contain his disgust at the abandonment of all these people at the hands of someone hiding behind a screen, whilst Reed looked ready to ignite a burning rage and tear off that arm cast, slamming a balled up fist against the APC's interior in his frustration. In contrast, Quentin remained silent - both fists clenched, yet otherwise cool and calm.

"Auntie..." Mika couldn't help but say.

"What? So we're fucking trapped in here now?!" Meifeng slammed her fist on the side of the seat.

"...We're now caged with the beasts." Lihua said, clenching her fists tightly, and furrowing her eyebrows. This isn't fair. She just wanted to get her daughters out of here.

With the exit closed...the beasts turned their attention on the convoy.

The sounds of gunfire nearly filled the area. Powers were getting used left and right to cut waves through the monsters.

"Maximilian!" Leon shouted at Max. "We need a plan, they're everywhere!"

Maximilian was honestly overwhelmed. He...didn't know what to do. There was no escape.

"Maximilian!" Leon grabbed Max by the shoulder, and shook him a bit. "Snap out of it! We need a plan, or we're all dead!"

"All forces..." Maximilian softly spoke into the comms. "...Cut us an exit, and push for it! We don't have much time!"

The APCs turned their fire behind them, and sprayed down the street and cut a path through the monsters. Allowing them to turn around. The substained fire as they pushed away from the shield, with a horde of monsters following behind them.

"All forces, regroup back at Headquarters!"

Yo, is this still taking character applications? I have a good one nailed down that I'd like to put to use. Is the current setting for this around 2015-16?
Up to you. I'm down with either; though a bigger collab might place everyone on the same page in the long term.
Stay safe. Take it steady.

Quentin,Cassius and Reed Taylor, & Trevor Kevin Obott
Written in collaboration with @Mr Allen J


Being sat in this damned cot, in a refugee tent of all places was probably one of the most frustrating situations that Reed had ever found himself in. "I'm not dead you know, I can still help out somehow, even with the logistics!" He'd argued his usefulness on both the medics and his uncle, for what was probably the fifeenth time, yet it was the latter who seemed to be more persistent.

"Look, you might feel that way but you've took a hell of a knock," Cass shot back, thumbing the dressing above his eye where he'd smacked his head on the wheel, "You were barely walking not too long ago. You don't give your body a rest - let alone that arm - you're gonna collapse from exhaustion before you're outsi-" A familiar voice stopped him from finishing the sentence.

"First re-union in a long time and this is how it is. Shit, we're pretty messed up, aren't we?" Quentin cracked a thin smile, looking for some form of respite in all this mess. Approaching Reed's cot, his eyes were drawn the thick dressing which covered his baby brother's forearm before he noticed the IV which fed into the other. Reed quickly noticed what he was staring at, however, which prompted the elder of the two brothers to avert his eyes and lean in to throw an arm around his good shoulder for a brief, brotherly embrace, before offering Cass a paternal hug.

"You cops are tough, I'll give you that," he cracked another smile, this one less noticably thin, "Cass filled me in, I hear you both had more than a little help from our mutual friend. Second time for you, yeah?"

Reed dryly chuckled, "Yeah. Small fucking world, you called it. That girl's a fucking lifesaver, and her friends too - dammit, I was stupid.." Cass was quick to put an end to that train of thought, however, "No, you did as best as you could. Half the cops I know wouldn't have made it in that situation, but you kept your cool, did your duty - still trying to like the stubborn kid I've always known. I'm proud of you, shit.. I'm proud of both of you."

"Thanks," the two brothers said in near-unison. "But," Reed began, "Doesn't change the fact my career's on the desk now, does it? You don't see many cops heading back onto the streets after this.." He just about flexed a few of the fingers on his left hand, though even that made him feel like broken tool. "That's bullshit and you know it," Quentin cut in for a change. "I know you. You'll be out on the streets again in a few weeks, beating crooks to death with your cast - might even slap an arm like Arnie's on you."

"I'll be back." Reed's hoarse, faux-Austrian accent was a wonder to behold, and it made Cass nearly splutter out the contents of the plastic cup of water he'd been drinking.




The chit chat with his friends was great and all, but Trevor wanted to help lighten the load a bit before they move on. By healing as many wounded as possible, then they'll have less people to haul around when the time comes for them to move on out of here. Trevor stood straight up, and started stretching - extending his hands above his head. He looked around at his group of friends.

"Alright, ya'll, I think I'm going to get back to healin' people." Trevor put his hands behind his head, pushing out his chest. "See ya'll." He said, only getting a response from Cindy nodding her head, waving.

Alright, so, there's still a lot of people that need to be healed. Trevor could tell from the get-go that he probably needed to focus on the people who can fight. Which meant NEST Agents, VPD, etc... Whatever it took, he guessed. Trevor scanned the area for anyone, and noticed that someone had taken a nasty blow to the shoulder. Which was covered in bandages, but Trevor knew that it had to be a nasty one if he was stitched up like that. He vaguely recognized the injured... An African-American cop, and an older guy that Trevor never seen before.

But, hey, if they need his healing magic, so he'll give it.

"Heeeey, I'm, uh, Trevor." The boy introduced himself. "I'm one of those Metas goin' around and healing people so they're in tip top shape when we go on the move. You, uh, want some healing? Ah, don't know why I asked that question, you probably can't wait to get back up."

"Huh?" Cass arched an eyebrow for a moment, though Quentin quickly recognised the kid once he turned around. "Obott, right? Yeah, that.. drug of yours could come in handy here, I guess."

"Wait, drug? Hold on here, we don't even kn-" Cass was almost about to cut in when his eldest nephew dove back in. "It's not what it sounds like, I've seen the stuff in use. It's uh, got regenerative properties and works like morphine in a ways." For once, it was strange to see Quentin actually advocating the use of narcotics - let alone on his own brother, yet he knew it was a necessary evil, just this once - it wasn't as if he was planning on letting him get hooked on the stuff.

"Do I get a say in any of this?" Reed finally piped up. "Quent, you vouch for this guy?"

After a moment of hesitation, he nodded. "Yeah, he's with NEST. Kind of."

"And Cass, what's your take on it?"

The old man gave the kid a look up and down, before finally relenting like a parent who's just been convinced to let their teenage kid stay out for a couple more hours. "I trust your judgement, kid."

With that, the youngest of the three Taylors gave Trevor a look, then nodded to the IV stand next to his cot. "Will that do it?" If a one-off high meant he would still be of use to this city, then it was worth it.

"Well," Trevor shrugged as he stared at the medical equipment. A lot of stuff can go wrong here! Yet, he was going to try his best. He wondered how he was going to get his drugs into the IV - he could just go the direct route. "We could use this fancy dancy machinery." He smiled wildly as he scoffed off the machine. "But I was never one to deal with that." He held his hands up. Without another word, Trevor quickly moved in, and put his hands on Reed's chest. "Yeah. You'll be drugged for a few minutes, but once it wears off, you'll be A-okay!" He kept his hands on Reed. "'Less your heart stops - but that's just unlikely."

"Well, shit. This better be worth it."

"It will be..." Trevor kept his hands pressed up against Reed's chest. "Just sit back and... enjoy." He said with a certain flavor in his voice. He needed to be very careful, because this can seriously mess him up if used wrong. "Okay, here it comes!" That's what she said.

Trevor warned Reed before he dispensed the drugs out of his hands. The drugs would heal him... after he experienced psychedlic hallucinations and incredible pleasure.


Quentin Taylor, Lihua Vuhong, Meifeng Vuhong, & Mika Baozai
Written in collaboration with @Mr Allen J



Even though they were safe (Even for a moment) from the hellish war the people of Verthaven were waging against the invaders, Lihua knew that the safezone was it's own version of chaotic. She wasn't going to allow it.

Which is why she secured Meifeng, Mika, and, most importantly, Lijuan, a nice cozy spot in the NEST Headquarters in the meantime. The lounge, usually reserved for the RAVENS, now held the three. Meifeng and Mika (With Lijuan in her arms) sitting in the nice little chairs not spaced apart by a meter or a half.

The sounds of boots tapping against the tile floor signalled that Lihua had returned to them. She stood in the doorway for a moment, and caught the attention of the girls. The major difference about her was that she was wearing her NEST armor, and had a pistol in her holster.

"Hey, Mom," Meifeng said in Chinese, looking over to her mother. She leaned back in her chair, and looked at her. "Nice armor." She said.

The compliment went right over Lihua's head, as she focused on the task at hand. She walked over to them. "Let's cut to the chase, girls." Lihua said, flopping down on the sofa right across from them. Damn, she could really go for a drink right now, but she needed to stay focused as possible for this. "Verthaven has truly gone to hell in an instant."

Meifeng was completely silent for a moment, before she shrugged and said, "That's an understatement."

"This may be the last time you ever see the city...." Lihua said to herself, crossing her arms. "That's a shame, I know how much you liked it."

"Yeah.... things change." Meifeng scratched the back of her neck. "So, it's really no-shit that we're getting out of here, but do you know when and how?"

"... By APC of course. We have a whole lot of them. We're going to make one solid convoy and push out of here by eleven or twelve. Depends on how quickly we can get the APCs loaded." Lihua said, sighing. "However, it isn't going to be that easy...." She mentioned to herself.

"That implies you have a theory on what'll happen next, yes?" Mika noted, cuddling the sleeping infant in her arms.

"You're right, Mika." Lihua said. "Those abominations pulled back - they're letting us catch our breath, lulling us into a false sense of security. Likely, they're gathering their own forces so they can launch one final assault with us in one place, or wait until we're trying to leave when we lose the homefield advantage we have here."

Very, very, frightening words. Mika thought to herself. She wanted to leave this city more than anything - but was it going to be easy as everyone was idealising? Most likely, no. "[i]What is the plan, then, Auntie?" Mika asked. "Please tell me that NEST has some plan so that we can get out of here safely."

"God Mika...." Meifeng rolled her eyes up into her head as she leaned back into the chair. "... It's simple, those bastards come at us, we fucking swing back and kick their ass. But harder."

"Watch your mouth, little lady." Lihua had to note - only earning an eyeroll from Meifeng in response. Lihua, however, ultimately resigned with a simple sigh. "But, I digress, Meifeng is correct... It's the only thing we can do." She looked at the two girls, hanging her head in almost defeat. "The Metahuman responsible... she wants a massacre, and she's sure as hell bent on getting it. She's pushed us to the utter brink of desperation in an hour...." Lihua let out another sign.

This disaster was taking it's toll on her, too. It was making her wonder if she can keep her daughters safe in this bloodbath. She was going to do everything she could - even if it meant she had to give up her own life - to make sure that they get out of this alive.

Both girls were looking on at her. "That's..." Meifeng trailed off, scratching the back of her neck. "Heavy." She shrugged. Things weren't looking good for them - but she was going to keep her head up, and make sure that everyone gets out alive. She swears on her life that she'll never turn her back on anyone who needs it.

"I'm going to be blunt here," Lihua started off, looking up at them. "People are going to die. It's unavoidable in this disaster. It could be your friends, or people you never got the chance to meet... but, what I ask of you two is to make sure that it neither of you are the ones that become a casualty."

"Wasn't planning on it." Meifeng said.

"And most importantly... keep Lijuan safe above all else." Lihua pointed towards the infant in Mika's arms. "Everyone stay together. With the three of us pooling our strengths, we are quite the force. If anyone's in danger, I'll do my best to pull you to safety. Worst comes to worst, we'll have to find our own way out of the city."

While Meifeng agreed, she was worried that Lihua wasn't considering her friends here... She was hoping for the best for everyone here. Not just herself and the Vuhongs.

The sound of footsteps entering the lounge signalled Quentin's approach. What had been a chance to clear his head in private seemed to have been dashed when he noticed who it was that occupied the seats.

The group of brown eyes immediately shifted towards the door, and immediately Meifeng and Lihua recognized the person (While Mika had little idea who this man was - though, he looked somewhat familar). Meifeng half-smiled, kicking her legs back and fourth. It was impossible to hide the fact that she was glad to see him.

"Agent Vuhong," he affirmed Lihua's presence with a nod, not entirely sure how her suspension had affected her demeanour. If she was still anything like the Concrete Dragon that broke the Changelings, it was for the better. "It's good to see you back. Place needs you in a time like this." Then, his gaze shifted to Meifeng and Mika. Damn, it'd been a while since he'd seen her - her scar had healed up, it seemed, but there was that same, fired up girl who'd pulled him out of that cell all that time ago. He was glad he'd had this opportunity.

"Agent Taylor." Lihua returned the gesture by putting her hand on her hip, and shifting her weight back. She was unsure of whether or not she's glad to see Quentin. Part of her was glad that he was one of the people who helped her against those Changeling bastards, another part of her knew that he was likely looking down at her. Solely because anyone with eyes can see that she was only let back into NEST due to circumstances they find themselves in...

Benefit of the doubt, and all that.

"The both of you saved my uncle and my little brother, and helped get them back in one piece. For that, I'm grateful - and I won't forget it. Thank you." He shot Lihua a knowing look to reaffirm that he meant it.

"Heh, don't mention it." Meifeng said, brushing her ponytail back behind her head as she kept her attention on Quentin. "I just saw some people getting thrown into a river, and had to help them before it was too late." Meifeng awkwardly laughed because she thought about how well things turned out because of her. "I had no idea that Reed, your uncle, and Jen, were even in there... I'm glad that we were in the right place at the right time... right Mika?" Meifeng turned towards her older cousin.

"Yes, I am glad to have helped." Mika stated... she kept the fact that she only really helped because Meifeng was quick to rush in there. Not that she didn't care... just that she knew a lost cause when she sees it. Though, it was more than apparent that she was wrong. Maybe she should think differently.

It took a great deal of restraint for Lihua to keep her mouth shut. What Meifeng and Mika did was risky, in every unnecessary way possible. They only saved them due to dumb luck that they weren't already dead due to other factors. Lihua let out a sigh. Let them pat themselves on the back. It was impossible for Meifeng to keep this up - going out of her way to help people. It'd only come crashing down when she expects it the least - then she'll realize what Lihua's been telling her all along... for now, Lihua's lips were sealed.

Quentin wasn't blind to Lihua's muted irritation, if that wasn't an understatement, and decides to get to why he'd wanted to see her specifically. "Look, uh, can I speak with you in private, Agent Vuhong?"

Lihua crossed her arms, and looked at Quentin. Hm.... She was quite curious about just what he had to discuss out of earshot of her lovely family. She gave a nod to them, affirming that she is going to have her little chit-chat, and took a few steps forward. "Of course you can..."The two stepped out of the room.




Once the others were out of range, Quentin turned back to her with a markedly changed tone. "I'm sure you're aware of a certain changeling they've got locked up, right?" He was, of course, referring to that bitch who'd hurt both of them - Quentin and, as he knew, Vuhong's daughter - which ultimately had led the two of them here. "Even with all this shit going on outside, I know they're up to something, if they aren't already involved in this."

Hmph. He has to be talking about the Changelings they captured. That bitch... Heartbreaker. Lihua had a personal hatred of the woman, and so did Quentin apparently. Though, she had a feeling that there was a greater fire inside of Quentin that could only be quelled with violence. "Yes... I've been reviewing all relevant files on RAVEN." Lihua said as she leaned up against the wall with her arms crossed. "I have a feeling that they are behind this... those bastards.... yes, they are among the most ruthless and inhuman opponents I have faced thus far." This sounded like something they'd do, create a bigger threat and capitalize on the situation. They're probably on a rampage as they spoke. Yet, they haven't made a move on NEST. Yet.

"She knows something and I suspect I'm not the only one who wants to find that out. Are we on the same page?"

"Obviously." Lihua said, shrugging. "Heartbreaker is the Changeling second-in-command, which means she likely knows a great deal about the Unit, and any secrets they might hold." Lihua stepped off the walls, narrowing her eyes that indicated that she knew what he was implying. She placed her hand on her hip, and spoke, "It is disturbing how little information we have on them, yes...? Well, now that I am reinstated, I still have all of my previous access privileges... With all the rushing feet and whatnot going on, I figure we can have a word with Heartbreaker...."

"Good, I've already got a couple of things in mind."

Lihua nodded her head and began walking off. She was hoping that Meifeng and Mika would stay put in here - they have no point but to, what with all the chaos going on. With Quentin behind her, she quickly made her way to the detention center. Few Agents paid them mind - because there truly were few Agents in here. All other Agents were scrambling to get the convoy ready, are guarding the place with their lives, or are making sure anarchy doesn't break out in the safezone. Now, Lihua knew the NEST headquarters like the back of her hand. The two stepped into an elevator, and rode it all the way up. Silently (Lihua didn't want to make it anymore awkward than it already was).

Once the doors opened, Lihua pressed on through it, and walked on. They made it to the cell where Heartbreaker was being kept - the secret one - in no time. Lihua put the keys in through the door, and turned her head to Quentin, giving him a nod before she turned the key... The door opened and revealed Heartbreaker - a collar around her neck - sitting down on her bed, twiddling her thumbs. She looked up at them, before grinning wide.

"Oh looky here," Heartbreaker said. "Quentin-boy and Mama-bear decided to pay me a visit...." She narrowed her eyes, sporting the same grin. "How nice of ya' - Though, I heard that there's one hell of a shitstorm going on outside and, for once, I don-"

"That is enough, Natalie." Lihua immediately cut her off. "We came here because we wanted to have a word with you concerning your Changelings..."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, because your friends totally didn't get the hint the last twenty times they played twenty questions with me...." Heartbreaker put her arms behind her head, and pushed her chest out a bit. "Go fuck yourself. Blow me. Et cetera. I tell ya'll the same thing and you still don't get the hint." She shrugged.

"Well, that's me disappointed. Y'know, I was hoping that maybe you could've told me," Quentin began with a sly, dangerous tone, finally ready to open his side of the interrogation. This time, he was the one outside of that collar, "How's that hand? Bet it must've been a world of hurt, waking up in a collar like that, your trigger finger all nicely crunched up, powerless to do anything but rage at your captors. Tell me, Natalie, what's it like being on the inside of the cell this time?"

The way he said it made things clear that he was enjoying this, and he wasn't trying to hide it whatsoever.

Heartbreaker grabbed her wrist, and started massaging it. That grin was wiped right off her face, and she stared right at Quentin. Almost like she had a sharp-tongued response was boiling in that head of hers, before she sported the same grin. "You know, after a week, my hand healed up quite nicely." Heartbreaker smiled widely, baring her teeth. "Your medics are super." She started laughing.

He almost found it tempting to knock those teeth out.

"And how does it feel?" Heartbreaker said in between chuckles. "Fuckin' wonderful. I think of this as one big vacation. Know how it feels co-heading the Changelings? My partner's a fuckin' disaster!" She spoke so casually, like she wasn't taking Quentin even the least bit seriously. That, or she's trying her best to get under his skin. All with the goal of knowing that she's getting out of here.

"... But you know what'll be even better?" Heartbreaker's tone took a darker tone, tilting her head downwards. "The look on your face when I bust out of here with my buds. I think the first thing I'm going to do when I'm out is take a nice little picture of myself in your condo after the boys smash it up and leave it there for you to find it." She started laughing.

Lihua's eyes narrowed. This woman... she is truly a sociopath. And arrogantly cocky. Even when caged, she is just so certain that she'll be free. Though... Lihua wasn't stupid enough to assume that there wasn't a chance the Changelings could succeed. NEST doesn't know what they're exactly capable of.

"I'd suggest you'd keep your mouth shut, Natalie....." Lihua oh so formally stated as she leaned up against the wall next to the cell door. "You forget; you're playing our game now."

"Being specific," Quentin stepped in yet again, "It's a game you and your twisted crew were playing not too long ago." slipping a hand down his back pocket and withdrawing a set of photos which he waved in Heartbreaker's face for her to look at.

Inside the photos were a variety of animalistic metahumans who had suffered horrific deformities as a result of their conditions, from twisted and inhuman faces that looked incapable of speech to tortured forms that looked a misery to possess. The downtrodden pariahs of Verthaven's metahuman populace, so to speak.

Before much else could be said, Quentin briefly glanced towards Lihua, then shifted his gaze back to Heartbreaker, fire in his eyes. "Agent Vuhong, do me a favour
- restrain her."

"Hey, wait, what?" Heartbreaker said, reaching to her hips for revolvers that aren't there. It wasn't long before Lihua grabbed her by the arm, kicked her leg from underneath her, and threw her to the ground with all her strength. Lihua placed all her strength on Heartbreaker's back, and kept Heartbreaker in a armlock. Where she could only hopelessly squirm. Hrng! She felt so powerless here, - and she's not talking about the collar - she didn't have her weapons on her.

Quentin chuckled just a little bit at that, a cold glare forming across his face as he knelt down beside her. "I remember all the faces that I saw in that... hellhole where you and that german fucker were running that snuff set of yours. And I remember what you forced me to do. How you threatened my family if I didn't transfer those powers into other guinea pigs for you to run your tests on."

Heartbreaker struggled to get free, but Lihua was quite heavier than she was, which, understandably, made it a feat to even squirm free. She growled at her situation, and shouted, "Hey, take that shit up with the Hands!" Heartbreaker tried to turn her body to flip over. What was more irritating than what was going on was the fact that she was paying for what the Hands are responsible for. Again. "I was just in charge of bagging, and keeping ya'll in line."

He glanced up to Lihua for a moment, remembering that he'd only told a half truth all that time ago when he signed up with NEST and shot her a firm, yet honest "Sorry, probably should've mentioned that a little earlier," before shifting his focus back to Heartbreaker.

Lihua looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. Wondering if he was serious or not. Because, he just nonchalantly drops an important fact. Lihua kept that to herself, and merely held down this dog.

Admittedly, he felt a little guilty for keeping it from his collleagues, from Vuhong, Max and Sonya, from his family too. But that was in the past - now was an opportunity to get something done.

"Now take a look at these and tell me," he started off again, setting down the photos for her to stare at,"Which could you see as the new 'you'?"

Heartbreaker stared at the photos for a moment, holding still, before she realized what happened. She started trashing back and fourth. "I swear to God!" Heartbreaker roared, "If you do anything to me, I will destroy you when I get out of here! Ain't gonna kill you, but I'll burn everything you know and love to the ground!"

"No? Doesn't work for you? We could try a little mix and match if that's your thing, I'm sure this one," he pointed to one photo, then another, "Would go fine with this one."

"To hell with you, and your photos." Heartbreaker hissed before she snorted in through her nose, and spat out a giant wad of spit.

Quentin frowned at that gesture and responded by aiping it off on her shoulder. After a brief moment of smirking he soon regained a cool, calculating glare. It was a moment to savour as far as he was concerned. This bitch had it coming, long time. "Only one who's headed to hell is you. And then your 'boys'. Question here is how you want that journey to be."

"Making you choke on your own damn blood." Heartbreaker hissed as she turned over her shoulder and looked at Lihua.

"When you're done with the spittle, maybe you could start by answering my colleague's questions." He shot Lihua a nod. "Unless you like the 'new you', of course?"

Struggling with this giant bitch on top of her really brought her piss to a boil. When she gets out of here, she's going to kill all of them. Slowly. "Ugh, fine." Heartbreaker grunted, finally deciding to stop struggling. "I'll answer your stupid questions, lady...." Heartbreaker narrowed her eyebrows.

"Good..." Lihua said, as she lessened the weight on Heartbreaker's back. There were a few questions that Lihua had for the bitch. She finally decided on the question that'd be the most relevant. "Just who are the rest of your friends? I look forward to meeting them...."

Ugh. This eliminates a factor of the element of surprise... however, she doesn't have to tell them everything. "Well, your boys killed a lot of 'em, but obviously there's Luis' group. A big part of our recruitment is making people abandon their former selves, and that shit, but that's a whole 'nother discussion. Shit, now that I think about it, I got the lightweights, Luis' got the heavy hitters - but there ain't a whole lot of us left. First, there's Shade and Wraith. Two high-telekinetics, brother and sister, but they got some weird link that makes them both a lot stronger if they're close. Could knock over a building. Then, you got Count Vicious, the team's metal manipulator. He can control and create any kind of metal. We use his ass to break into places. Primitive Light can absorb energy, n' shoot at you and infuse herself. Your ass is better off foaming 'er."

Lihua made a mental note of all of this. She would have to share this with the rest of the RAVENS when she gets a chance.

"Uh, who else?" Heartbreaker played with them for a moment. "Oh, yeah, the team teleporter, Flashbang. You know that REAPER bitch Revenant? Well, Flashbang's better. She can open portals anywhere she's visited before. Then, we got Skinwalker, who can control people's flesh by attaching himself to them. I think Luis mentioned something about picking up two kids from Toronto.... That's it. Like I said before, you fucks killed the rest of them."

A wry grin formed on Heartbreaker's face.

Quentin didnt take that as a good sign and folded his arms with a growl, muttering beneath his breath, "This 'fuck' might finish the job and kill another one if that smile isn't wiped off her face."

"... Gotta find some more later." Heartbreaker laughed. Hopefully, this will be enough to hide the Contessa, and the Berserker. The former is the Changeling's spy, and the latter is... far too powerful to reveal this early.

"Don't stall us," Quentin shot her another cold glare, suspecting another mind game. "You can either 'find some more' now or you're not worth shit."

"Hey now, Quentin-boy," Heartbreaker said, "I ain't stalling. I told ya'll what you wanted to know. What the hell else do you want to know?" Heartbreaker paused for a second. "Oh, I'm going to spitball here a bit and you want to know about the Hands. Personally, I don't like those bastards myself, but they keep the paper flowing."

"That'd be nice... Who is Dr. Cross?" Lihua asked, before Quentin could make a jab at her.

"Eeeeh.... that broad? Her real name's Emily, or something stupid. We ain't friends, so I don't know too much about her. She's some stupid scientist that failed at getting a job, then the Hands recruited her. Since she was so damn good, she got herself a big fancy seat at the top of the organization."

Okay, this information is useless. Lihua thought to herself. "Anything else...? You were in their base during their meeting, what were they planning?"

"Well..." Heartbreaker rolled her eyes. "In short, they're pissed that you fuckers found them out, and they want to, ah, "defend their assets". But, in truth, they couldn't even hold Fort Knox if a god damn poodle attacked it - without us."

"Natalie," Lihua put all of her weight down on Heartbreaker's back. "I know exactly what you're doing. Stop playing around before I snap your neck."

"Fine, fine." Heartbreaker said. "They're working on this little thing called... Project SCYTHE. A little superweapon like that PR-1 fucker. Except far worse. I dunno what exactly it can do, but it has something to do with lots and lots of the Metahuman energy." If she could, Heartbreaker would shrug. "You're better off asking Dr. Cross about that shit."

"Is that all?" Quentin asked firmly, before leaning forward and asking again with a more direct tone. "Is it?"

"Look, I told you this a thousand fucking times," Heartbreaker hissed, "The Changelings ain't involved in the inner-workings of the Hands. We just do what they say, murder who they want, take who they want, and they hand us money... You're better off asking Luis."

She was quiet for a moment. "So, yeah, that's fucking it."

It took a couple of seconds to process that before Quentin finally nodded, driving a palm into his knee to sound. "Then we've got what we came for. Agent Vuhong?"

There was obviously something that Heartbreaker wasn't telling them. Merely just telling them a few things to preserve her good looks. At this point, they got everything they wanted, Lihua will have to note this soon as possible. She got up off Heartbreaker - pulling her up with her - and gave her a shove which sent her back into her cell. "That is all...." Lihua crossed her arms. "I hope you enjoy rotting in here, dog."

Quentin looked ready to go, holding the door open for Lihua, yet as she passed the threshold he turned back towards the cell's sole occupant. A long overdue desire to get even with this bitch for everything she'd done weighed on him.

"So, Natalie... what was it you called your line of work? 'Baggage?'"

As Heartbreaker sat down on the edge of the cot, wondering if she can score another cigarette, she looked up at Quentin. She couldn't help but grin when Quentin asked that question. "You know... It's hard to give it one word." She laughed a little. "I could call it kidnapping, assassination, wetworks... but, none of them would ever be proper."

"Oh, really?" Quentin's question was laced with sarcasm and just below the surface was a man burning with cold fury. "Funny." He shot at her with that sarcasm again, steadily pacing towards her cot, flexing his fingers like an imaginary stress ball, muttering "I wonder what you'd call this," before grabbing for her collar.

Heartbreaker winced backwards, her eyebrows were furrowed. "Hey, I don't know what the fuck you're up to, but quit it."

He didn't let up - instead, he lunged for her this time with a firm grip.

At this point, Heartbreaker decided to struggle. She put her foot up against Quentin's knee, and pushed, while grabbing onto his fingers to pull them apart.

Brought down to one knee, that rage was briefly replaced with a recollection of the training from his contractor days (plus what NEST had thrown in for him) - which prompted him to grab for her wrist with his free hand and clamp down tight around it with all the strength in his grip.

Heartbreaker tried to pull herself free, but he was strong as an ox. "Let. Me. Go!" Heartbreaker shouted as she snorted in a big glob of snot, and spat it right into Quentin's face, just below his eye. Wincing at that, it pushed him to take a swing at her with the arm that'd just been freed up.

The blow hit her right in the arm, and she barely got a second to clench her teeth before she realized that she was falling over. Her reflexes were dulled, so she wasn't able to react like she usually could. Which is why it hurt like a bitch when she hit the side of the cot. Saving herself from hitting her head by throwing up her arm. She grit her teeth, stunned as the world spun around her for a second. The sudden rush of pain to her arm reminded her of what just happened. She gave Quentin a look fiercer than a rattlesnake's glare.

"... I'll put an end to you some day, I fuckin' promise you that one."

Wiping his face on a sleeve, Quentin took a few steps back and shook his head, beads of sweat running down his forehead. It looked like he'd cracked bone, at least from where he stood - not that it mattered, this felt more... satisfying than putting a bullet in her ever would've. Instead, he shook his head and turned back towards the cell, heading out without a word.

While Quentin was walking off. Heartbreaker grabbed her arm. She looked up at him, and grinned,

"... You'd make a fine Changeling, Quentin-boy." She snickered at him as the door closed.

That made him pause for a moment, fists clenched, before he continued on - ignoring her. When he left that cell, he felt a couple of pounds lighter and better for it, putting the bitch in her place, even just for a moment.

While Quentin was walking off. Heartbreaker grabbed her arm.

How cruel. Lihua sarcastically thought to herself. She watched the whole scene and didn't do a thing. Unlike most of her co-workers, her sense of justice wasn't that strong... true justice is subjective. In her eyes, it's simply recieving cruelty for cruelty. And Heartbreaker deserved any form of punishment she gets. Period. While Quentin has his grudge against Heartbreaker, Lihua wanted to get at the leader of the Changeling Unit... Luis, as she remembered. The bastard responsible for all of this. She hated the fact that she couldn't have it at him when Obott was attacked.

Well, maybe it was a good thing. Lihua would have destroyed the Crystal shores in the fight.

Lihua started walking off. Wordlessly.

"I know I owe you an apology. A real one. And the others, too.. you trusted me, now I can do the same." Quentin finally said with a guilty conscience, breaking the silence.

Lihua's boot hit the ceramic floor heel first, and she did a pivot on it. She turned towards Quentin and crossed her arms as she stared him down. She was wondering the best way to go about Quentin's rather... nonchalant reveal of his true ability. Did she feel betrayed? Heavens no. Somewhat surprised is the true reaction. "Honestly," Lihua said, "I don't take your little secret as a gross violation of trust." She said, wondering why Quentin was acting. "Your recruitment into NEST was... hazy, yes? I got the feeling that you didn't even trust us. Which is why I find it certainly understandable you'd hide such an ability."

She put her hands on her hips, and sighed. Fortunately for Quentin, Lihua saw things from multiple perspectives and angles.

Quentin arched an eyebrow, markedly surprised by Lihua's lenient approach. She'd made a point that reflected his own when first signing up with NEST; "When I was a kid, some 'bangers tried using me to sell powers for them, then I saw them manipulating others around me.. later on down the road I thought I'd figured it out. Decided that if I had powers, I'd do things on my terms."

In hindsight, it all seemed like bullshit. "Naive hope was what it was. Those fuckers, Heartbreaker, the Hands - they caught wind and tried to use me again snd more people got hurt. There I was, right at the start of it again. So.. yeah, I didn't know what to expect from NEST. Now, well.. I've got a better idea."

Lihua took a few steps backwards until her back was pressed up against the wall. She crossed her arms yet again, and listened as Quentin told his story. "People like the Hands..." She trailed off, trying to find the right words. "They are bastards. Bastards who think they have the right to ruin lives and take what they want because they think they're helping." Lihua grinded her teeth for a moment as she thought about what Peter, and Mark, said to her about their so called "altrusism"... Gah. Bullshit in plain terms.

With those last words, Lihua pushed herself off the wall up onto her feet, and let her hands hang at her sides. "Now, we have business to attend to. Let that whore rot in her cell." She said as she walked down towards the RAVEN meeting room. Quentin finally nodded, and followed suit.


“Did you find them yet?”

”Kid, I'm a ghost not a metal detector. If you hadn't lost the damned things in the first place we wouldn't be in this mess, ‘Detective’.”

“I thought I’d left them on the desk this morning.”

”Anyway, what happened to that trademark Nathan Bishop sixth sense you usually have going on when you’re working?”

“Oh come on, don’t start on th-”

Nate halted himself mid-sentence when he noticed the keys resting in one of the open drawers of his frayed wooden desk. He blinked for a moment to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things again - he’d already checked there earlier - and there they were. Glancing over to Gabe, who seemed to have something on his face, he realised he’d been had.

“You moved them.”

”Well, that depends Mr. PI,” A familiar shit-eating grin popped up, ”Am I under oath?”

“Ha-ha.” Nate folded his arms, grabbing the keys off the desk and popping open the filing cabinet adjacent to it. Another sheet of finished casework was still left in his electric typewriter, so he pulled it out and quickly dropped it in a folder before locking up the cabinet once more.

”What?” Gabe outstretched his arms, playing innocent. ”Must be a ghost that did it, I’m sure.” The way he said it laid it on thick.

Nate smirked, “Yeah, maybe I ought to go around knocking over a certain ghost’s gravestone in town - walk over a burial plot or two.”

The dead man shrugged. ”Ah, c’mon. I needed an excuse to pick something up - being dead can drive ya’ a little stir-crazy sometimes.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to feel that second-hand..” Nate shot back, before chuckling and pulling up a seat. Inside the same drawer where his partner had stuck the keys was a bottle of tequila that he’d yet to touch. Deciding now was as good a time as ever, he cracked it open and grabbed two glasses from the same drawer. Pouring just one glass, he pushed the empty one towards Gabe with a smug look on his own face. “Thirsty?”

”Hah, fuck you too.” The late detective saw the funny side in that one. ”Last time I tried that was a waste of good scotch.”

Nate shrugged, before wrapping his fingers around the glass. “In that case, don’t mind if I do.” He offered a toast to the spirit and raised the glass to his late partner, before downing it in one go. A couple moments later, Gabe rubbed a hand across his etheral jawline and noted, "Would've sworn I could taste that."

Nate arched an eyebrow quizzically, "Wait, really? What do you think?"

"Good taste." Gabe opined, like a connoisseur tasting a fine wine.

"I wasn't talking about the taste, I meant.. ah, screw it. Nevermind." Shrugging, Nate decided it wasn't worth asking and grabbed another sheet of paper from the available tray and stuck it on the typewriter, opting instead to ebb the next hour by to the sound of the soothing clicks of the machine.
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Just to be clear, what year is it in the setting roughly?
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Sounds great I'll move Adra to the character section and you can take a peek then we can talk history for the two of them Adra is an Oregon native but she ended up in pine hollow after she became more monstery


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