Sewers

2100, 5 years before disaster

Oflip, Beneath Pillar 1 (Now formally known as the former Light of Men headquarters in Sector A)

"You sure we should use him?"

The two scientists looked at each other. Both uneasy in their decision making, hiding their sweat and hesitance beneath their surgical mask. Their boss quietly watching them ever so slowly from the blinds in his office. Hiding in the dark gloomy laboratories of doom. Ensuring his presence trickles down their spine into an unforgivable oblivion. They know what they were doing was unethical and immoral. Using a British spy's child for the sole purpose of experimentation was harsh and painful. Even though it was under her consent. The fact that she didn't care for the poor child didn't made things any better. Willingly giving him up and leaving him by the surgical room. Busy with her own personal affairs instead of giving him to a relative or a friend.

He rubs away his sweat hastily. Sickened by his job. Even then it pays to be part of The Association. Connected to all nations around the globe since the days of the Viking era, they claim to stop the 'terror of the millennium'. An event where 10 would cause the end of humanity which many cared for. Such noble intentions was something he didn't care for however. The only thing he loved was the money he earned. His medical package able to provide his entire family in the middle east for decades. He sighs, looking up at the frightened child awakened in the hash lighting. His cheekbones wide and tame. His body cold from the harsh air-conditioning and freezing metal bed. Spiking his adrenaline to escape from his fixed shackles. Tied to his wrist was two sharp syringes that attempted to blackmail him into submission, all of which connected to a large machine over his head. It's shape similar to a helmet with many grooves, it's colour utilitarian, filled with many scuffs and smelled like it was made recently from a undisclosed factory. However on the helmet were four syringes. Even sharper than those on his wrist and aimed directly at certain points of the head. Seemingly able to shred through his skull and into his brain. The liquid that dribbled through his head muddled his tears, doing little to calm him down.

"What are you doing to me?!?!"

His reddish eyes stared back at the two cold-hearted men. Each staring back at him with the same silent stare that freaked him out. Staring down at their tablet as the machinery around them constantly beeped and hissed. Covering the cries and moans from the other rooms.

"Just making progress. For you."

He looks at his partner as they both nod. Slamming the switch down in unison and activated the machine to life. It menacingly grumbled it's cogs, swivelling each syringe directly around his wrist and head. Analysing his body silently as the needles vibrated violently. Thrusting into their designated point like a chisel, determined in sheer will to do their job as it ignores the wails of the poor child. Overpowering the sound of what seemed to be the cracking of his skull.

"AAARRRGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!"

He cried in pain, screaming for his parents that never came. His head bleeding red, staining his shirt. Silently silencing him as the innocent child he once was left this world for good. Passing out and leaving his soul to experience the harsh new world he lived.

"They will be here for you soon. Ken."

He shook his head violently, hiding his emotion as he returns to reality, staring at the corrupt man silently. He is glad that his memories had been recovered by M16 when they took him into their custody. His parents may be gone but his relationship he created with Silvia and the others were too good to ignore. His determination of solving a scandal he witnessed increasing in his stride.

"The Association shall end their grasp here."

He glared, standing bored amongst his gentlemanly posture as the man lunged maniacally at the spy, his revolver at the ready as he lunged at the man. Laughing silently at his loss of ideas in a standoff. Still dissolved in his own world filled with glory.

"You fool! You all will regre-"

"BANG!"

He stuttered, standing aloof as if he lost his mind. His head heavy, overflowing red. Muddling his sight as he tripped over, crashing down onto the table, shattering the glass. His eyes lifeless, glistening amongst the crack splinters that broke apart. Submerging into the rug now filled with his blood, consuming him into the dark void of the unknown. The man who played himself. His words echoed through the corridors, alerting his assistants who barged in hastily, unpleasantly surprised. Women hardly snobbish amongst their messy hair and high heels with their loud emotions on display. Crashing into the man in a combo with their heels, removing their knifes hidden in their long pants that swayed in a two on one exchange, attempting to slash and pierce him amongst the loud shattering windows with a picturesque skyline, gushing with wind amongst the cold sky with his head right by the ledge, edging ever so closer to the empty ground down below.

He looks closely at each glass cabinet, shattering upon impact as he hears the table frame being kicked aside onto the wall amongst the falling books and trophies, all left for the others to ponder. Unable to decide on their responsibilities as they stared at each other. Only being illuminated by the dim lights of the Unibody. Still clueless to their argument below. Watching peacefully at the grumbling and mumbling from Ambar and his watch.

"Hello beauties..."

Ken looks at the pair, a young pair of sisters who playfully looked at him, barely coming out from college and possibly successful in a modelling career amongst their clenching fists, teasing his plight with a wink from his age and lack of training. Giggling inside in their stomachs like babies. They raised their knifes staring right down into his eyes, ever so determined as he kicks them in the crotch. Lurching them further back and cowering their chests for safety. Unable to notice the movement of the rampaging spy with a long, swinging kick. Knocking them unconscious.

"My apologies, your shifts are over."

He looks at the two adolescences. Creepily asleep with the jaws open with their eyes shut. Still weak and distracted. Unable to realise his ability of his super strength. Still visible in his head with their long and painful needles ejected into his wrists. He shook his head as he turns back to the projection. Spotting Ambar still looking on confused amongst the murmurs around him as he sighed and smiled.

"Thanks for letting me be a part of the team..." He looks at Ambar guiltily, still looking on confused amongst what seemed like a picture of the team together as he continued, "The next time we meet, we may not be allies anymore. So watch yourself... Also I suggest you guys better run." He looked on smiling, hearing upon the thundering footsteps that got louder as the screen diminished into a small blur. The last he had seen of a friend. The joker. He smiled grimly, listening to the pounding upon the dirt amongst the rumbling of trucks and machinery that quickly blinded them once more. They were here.

"ALL OF YOU! SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY. WE WILL USE FORCE!"

Ambar looks back into the blinding sky, now filled with helicopters and jets which began to pound upon the robots almost immediately. Swerving directly for an eager hit with their missiles as they crashed into the armour, imploding upon impact but saving his jet pack. Luckily fully intact and breathing among it's own fuel without a scratch. Something that didn't amused Victor or 'Eddy', grunting upon the heavy force which pulled the machine back onto it's feet. It's head seemingly glaring, seething in anger at their overreaction with it's eyes furrowing into a bright red hue, charging head on at a horrified pilot as it's katana slashed through the Lambi, tearing it apart in half. It's large explosion that rattled the factory, crumbling dangerously from it's rusty foundations and shocked vines clamouring onto the side of the building in fear.

"Still got the touch!"

He lurched forward, striking fear into what was once their allies who charged away to safety, scrambling out of their once perfect formation. Horrified at the man's quick charge to the high ground, screeching upon the sight of hostilities amongst it's twinkling red eyes which gleamed in the dark. Behind him, Baku and Atsuki fired back. Providing heavy fire despite their wounds. Pushing them away from the factory.

"Quickly flank them! They can't withstand all of us at this rate!"

They rose up, hiding themselves through murky clouds. Mixing with the sounds of bubbling flames and cold wind which lashed out in fury, distracting their descent amongst their frustrated and eager drive, firing their missiles in a barrage of hell, hardly realizing their awful fate. A shotgun barrel on both ends alongside the barrage of psychically controlled missiles and cannons. Nothing could stop them.

"Oh come on!!!"

The pilots watched, disappointed. Grumbling upon each splinter that cut deep into their missiles and their aircraft amid the heated lead and splinters which cooked them alive beneath the cockpit. Igniting into a timed fiery haze which startled the peaceful landscape with every crackle of pain.

With the robot and the two girls tearing apart all the machines, Derek watched silently. Freely hiding itself away in shame at the machine he is forced to pilot. The wretched machine that stared disgruntled. Chuckling beneath it's feet in his lack of experience and his colleague's bullying of young men, forced into the meat grinder of flames. Unable to see the two weird looking women who began to cut into the large drain piece by piece, munching and grinding loudly amongst the ear piercing explosions which attempted to harm them further into submission. Standing weakly by the broken drain panel which smashed upon the metal ladders, crumbling upon into stone and into the dirty diluted waters which laid damp with rainwater and mud. Joining the scrap that threatened to clog the pipes.

"Get in!"

They clambered down into the hole, watching their step, attempting to run through the darkness that lingered on with welcoming arms, hiding them from what seemed like a tumultuous amount of echos of men scrambling into the factory with guns blazing. Screaming upon the drones and floating objects that stood in their way upon their own firefight. Directly aimed at their lost cause with it's own gifts of led and emotions. Shane looked on carefully, looking ahead at Shao Lin who solemnly stormed ahead beside Hanson who looked on the comforting glow of the night right before their eyes. Right by the gates with the prison island in sight, it's lights still flashing aggressively upon the glimmering waters and the mud which covered along the shoreline. Hopeful for their peaceful escape. She looks by the tired Verda as she smiled calmly, looking back at her mother which looked behind, covering the rear amongst the ever dwindling amounts of drones that came in the large trolley. She could only feel hopeful. Hopeful for a new future freed from their bounds, freed from their pasts that were forcefully bound by their knees in a whirlpool of pain.

"SHAO LIN! NO!"

She turns ahead at the sudden shout from Hanson. Watching him fire several shots from his stick, rippling through the drain amongst the rush of large torrents of water. Consuming two silhouettes to the ocean like a quicksand, disappearing without a word into the cold mud. Their bulky weapons carelessly dropped upon their bodies. Watching hopelessly at their successful target who fell onto Derek's grasp. Unable to get her targets in time upon her two near fatal wounds that stained her shirt amongst the metal that grabbed upon her chest like harpoons. Tearing her apart with the intense burns that began to consumed her into the tainted waters. Hardly breathing properly amongst the group who surrounded them. Horrified at her state of health. She staggered to her feet, looking up at Derek and Shane who arrived shocked at what was happening, slowly giving a large bracelet which Sylvie looked on in amazement despite her 'partner's' unamused reaction, staring nonchalantly at the the bright bracelet which glimmered upon the moonlight which remained.

"T-T-Take this and follow the light... s-s-save everyone... I-I-It should be there awaiting you amongst the sea life that laid..." She looked at the man and staggered out of the drain, the water surging beneath her feet, ever so stronger and faster than before in a violent gush to the top. Confusing Derek even more in flurry of emotions.

"What with this poetry?!? You are about to die! We need to get you to-"

She looks back at Derek, stopping short at her sight, slightly teary eyed and sadden despite the weakened comforts from the warm metal hands that grasped his shoulders. But even then it wasn't comforting at all upon the sight of the broken woman who looked back at the normal mortal. Beaten and bruised from her unwinnable battle amongst the men that began to wandered into the drains.

"To finish what I started... Now... go!"

She turned back up to the bright lights which consumed her, blowing up a large tornado which began to consume the sky amongst the havens of the darkness. Sitting in the throne with lightning and heavy rain that began to consume the area. Filling the seas with the high tide in the midst of bright lights, echoing through the tunnels in all directions.

"We got no time, we got to go!"

Shane urged Derek as they scrambled into the waters, diving in amongst the rough storms that broke through the mud and the now vandalised drain, pulling them deep into the waters with Leroy and Victor right behind. She watched as the slimy blob that was once the queen cover her, Derek and Hanson amongst the ominous glow that diminished in the clouds that thickened. Leroy looks back, somehow alive due to a lot of help from Victor which went unappreciated, staring back in sorrow at the woman who fought valiantly below. Slamming more water through the now flooded forest among heavy guards and platoons that stood in her way, solemnly watching them screamed for their life as they fall. She looks at them one last time, smiling back at the group, managing to blocking their every movement that attempted to get close as slowly every minute, she fell back. Back into the sea in a red haze. Consumed by the friend that had been alongside her her whole life. Her partner in crime.

"Farewell..."