Interruption

Waking up the next day, Henki got up much riper than the day before as he made sure to sleep on time this occasion, their mission looked like it was going to be a long one. Soon enough he got changed and headed for the ship area outside of the base, along with the rest of his group minus Lobbas, who was waiting for them at the ship. "You ready for this again?" Rum asked everyone, and got firm nods in response. "Not as if we have a choice...come on guys cheer up we can still have fun doing this..." Roshi said in an attempt to sound encouraging, but coming off pretty enthuastic himself, being an agent gave you a home and people to talked to, but obviously wasn't the most attractive job in the world or anything of the sort. After eventually all climbing onto the ship, Henki in an leader type fashion declared to the pilot Lobbas, "Drive away! To uh...what this place called again? Did FM say?" Jonas started to chuckle. "Now that was a classic speech." he remarked. "Not as if you'd do any better. Actually knowing you, you wouldn't do it at all." Katsu snapped back to him, as everyone engaged in the joyful argument, the new team were agents were off on their first solo mission...well, so they thought. Minutes after setting off, whilst the group were arguing or laughing with lobbas calmly drove them upwards, whilst playing some background music, all the setting for the ship shut down instantly. 

Rum: Uh Lobbas, what the fuck is going on!?

Lobbas: Shit! Dude, I've got no fucking idea.

The ship came flying down, it was only moments until they hit the ground.

Henki: EVERYONE, JUMP OFF IT'S OUR ONLY HOPE!

Katsu: The doors aren't opening!

Rum used his new weapon, the acidic rum bottle to melt down the door, with Jonas speeding at it to kick it open. All 6 agents jumped out and were facing the base they were just getting ready to leave from. They all immediately used their MEE6 bots to try to create a parachute for them, so they could easily land at the base safely and explain whatever the hell happened to their ship. However, what did happen was different in every way possible. No parachute came, in fact the MEE6 bot itself was completely turned off for all of them. None of them had time to question it though as they were falling headfirst on the side of the agent base, and with no one around to save them, it looked like they were all done for. Screams and Screeches were echoed out as the group was inches away from their bodies splattering all over the ground, Henki wanted to smile, but he had fear riddled all over his face. He had just tried to make progress with this group, and now they all have to die with him going with them? Luckily for him that wasn't what happened. Instead, a portal appeared right when they were about to make impact and they all fell in a giant spurt of mud. Many sighs of relief were spread across them, before some groans of disgust as they all tried to entangle themselves from the mud. "We are the luckiest motherfuckers in the multiverse." Henki said, trying to catch his breath. "Got that right...but how the hell did that happen?" Roshi wondered, trying to take off all the mud on his clothes. "Hmm if all MEE6 bots were turned off, the whole damn base would've shut down- and from what I saw, it looked fine." Katsu answered, trying to do the same as Roshi. "So we were targeted?" Jonas assumed, realising that his shirt was too drenched in mud to the point of no return, instead just taking it off and throwing it onto the ground. "Perhaps," Henki replied, taking off the bits of mud that got to his gun. "I wonder what their reason would be though. And they have a hell of a hacking mind if they're able to to access a way to control that bot in any way." "Maybe they know too much then, so much it can't not be an agent..." Rum stated, leaving the group silent as they finally turned to see where they were.

Henki: Hoooly shit this place looks depressing. 

Grey clouds were spread across the sky, as the gloomy atmosphere quickly encapsulated the group dim lights attempted to illuminate the city, this was the winter of the 1950s, in New York. Though, none of the group knew this, they could tell they'd been put in a completely different time period. One where factions weren't a thing, one where Henki's gun could make an entire room silent, a place of opportunity, of class, of crime, but of hard work. You could be whisked away by some of the smart suits and vintage looking restaurants and hotels the six of them could see, but also be put off by the factory smoke smell from afar and the very close smell of cigarettes. None of the group were really suit to be in this era though, stuck in a street corner with their modern clothes also being in covered in mud probably didn't help that either. "Let's go and get this shit sorted out, there's a wash line behind that wall." Henki stated, as they all quickly leaped over and back to salvage whatever suits and 50's wear they could get. 

Jonas: Anyone got a single damn idea what time period is this? What faction this even is?

Roshi: I have some knowledge on history I guess. When we peeked out there wasn't a single "alien" thing in sight, so this is waaaaaaay before year 2050, perhaps even before 2000 with no sight of security cameras or real billboards...must be earth too because of no aliens. Right?

Henki: How the hell do we leave? Were we sent back in time? Maybe this an simulation- man whoever did this is gonna fucking pay.

Katsu: Maybe we just slow down and try to figure things out first guys. Like for one, let's get out of this stupid backstreet.

So they did, as all 6 wandered into a bar a couple of steps out of the backstreet to do so, to be embraced by rooms full of life, cigars, cigarettes and pipes, rails upon rails of hat and coat hangers, with swell and joyful music blasting in the background. "Damn, this really does feel like something from one of the films..." Lobbas murmured. As a woman with a blonde ponytail strutted past them, holding almost a dozen glasses of beer or rum on a tray, tossing them to any rich person that could afford it. The people themselves seemed not only rich to be fair, anyone with a liking for alcohol seemed to be there, Rum quickly tried to take a seat and relax before Henki slapped his shoulder. "Come on, we got some shit to figure out. We can drink...in like 5 minutes." They all stood over the bartenders table with regular agent, intimidating and interrogative looks, the bartender himself didn't seem fit to be one at all. Quite a miniature stature with black hair, black eyes and stitched together glasses, it was almost like he was the rebirth of Harry Potter himself. "Hey, could you uh...tell us what year this is?" Henki whispered, confusing the bartender. "U-Uh...sure you don't need a taxi home man? You seem a bit du-" "Look, trust us, we aren't drunk. We just wanna know." Rum said, relaxing the bartender a bit. "Well...1952." The group all looked at each other in looks of concern, panic and realization that they weren't in a good situation here. "Thanks man...could we uhh...take your name by any chance? We might need to ask you a few more questions eventually..." Henki asked, with the bartender looking even more confused and anxious. "Well, it's Loner. Loner Robot. Now excuse me gentlemen but I'm gonna need you to buy some drinks so-" 

Before Loner could even come close to finishing his sentence, the bar door burst open with such force, as a wave of silence crashed over the whole bar. With few ominous footsteps were the only thing you could hear. What kept the bar silent was a group of men, all dressed in white suits, with the one in the front standing tall with a cigar in his mouth and throwing his lighter up and down. "Bartender! Give us everything you've got aye? It's Christmas Eve tommorow and I haven't got my friends their presents yet." Practically utterly shuddering at the very sight of this man, the bartender and barmaids all sprinted to the back to give them the finest drinks, as Loner answered, "Yes, Mr Sear!" in a shaky voice. 

Sear: Ahhh, what you can buy with power aye? Hmm, you....four...five...six don't seem quite messy. Where are you from?

Back in General City, the group of Ham, Admiral, Kaboss, Tony, Will and Iron were all heading into the Deformity area of the city, known for almost a hideout/retirement home for lackeys of huge crime boss' from all over the multiverse. It wasn't like this was a rare thing is most cities though, most of them in factions have areas like this. TFS agents never bother to storm those places but know them and use them for intel. 

Tony: We there yet?

Ham: We're close.

Tony: You've been saying we've been close for ages now.

Will: Not really, you have just been asking every five seconds.

Tony: You don't have to lie to make a point.

Iron: I'd think you jittering around like a lion getting let out of it's cage would show how much you want to get off this ship.

Tony replied with a simple "Shut up.", before the ship landed.

Ham: We can be relieved of his complaints everyone, thaaaaank fuck for that. 

Kaboss: Yeah, you were quite impatient. In trin-

Admiral: Kaboss, what did we say about any usage of the t word?

Kaboss: You'd use your staff to leave me in smithereens...

Admiral: Got it. 

Once they all got off the ship, they were greeted to quite the rough area. Mundane, graffiti filled, the smell of sin could be caught one step into the area. However, luckily for them a group of younger thugs, couldn't be older than 25, were stood outside the main way into the neighbourhood, seemingly smoking cigarettes, kicking it old school. "Any of you people know anyone with past experience with a man called Ringo Roadagain?" Iron questioned defiantly, looking at the group. "Who's askin'?" One of them asked back. "Haven't you been taught the lesson that you don't answer a question with another question? What incompetence." Ham remarked, with a smirk. The thug that asked the question walked up to Ham, bending down to talk to him in a more one to one way, though Ham (rightfully so) took as an insult. "Didn't you just ask a question pal? Don't be rude, if you know what good for you, you and your your little band of idiots should get the fuck out of this place, before I turn you into bacon." 

Ham: Heh.

With a simple word, Ham rifled a punch into this man's face, stunning him for a few moments before the man tried to fire a blaster gun at Ham, but before he could he split into little ham slices which would attach different parts of his body (Subaru don't turn that into an unfunny nsfw joke when you read this) punching him all over his torso and face until he fell flat onto the ground. From the first punch, the rest of them went at it. Admiral swiftly taking out his staff and blasting away two thugs to the right wall, Iron running forward at the third, using his shield to block the blast, smashing the shield into the thugs' side before kaboss ran at him, thrusting his pickle bat into the thugs neck, before quickly going around to knock it on the back of his head, knocking the third thug out. Lastly, the last thug tried to use a fake punch at Will's abdomen, but with his other hand he'd bring out a pocket knife to attempt to slit his throat. Will was used to simple fighting techniques like that though and saw right through it, turning on his now magnetic gloves to catch the knife before it did damage and stab it right into the thugs' eye, before punching him straight in the face. Ham tugged the hair of the thug so he could face him. "So, who knows Ringo- Fuck that, who's the most dangerous motherfucker here? He's top dog?" Ham threatened, with Admiral whispering to the rest. "Who knew a stack of ham could be so mad..." the other four laughing quietly with him. "U-Uh walk straight down to the red sign and take a quick left and you'll get there." 

The group eventually got there, but were faced with some guards, who laughed at the group and opened the door. 

Iron: What kind of stupid trap is this?

Kaboss: Hey, we can beat the shit out of this person anyway.

Guard 1: Don't underestimate The Painter. Never. 

Will rolled his eyes as he was the first to enter, paintings all over the place, scattered paintbrushes on the floor, was a woman, with a beaming smile across her face. "I'm the Painter! Or you can call me Maka!"