The Painter
Everyone in Tony's group were surprised once they saw who "the most dangerous person in the area" was. Turning around annoyed, Tony himself muttered under his breath, "What a waste of time, she wouldn't hurt a fl-" a swirl of paint seemed to attach itself to Tony's legs, halting him from storming out of the building, infuriating him even more. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Tony asked, in a rather stern tone. "You wanted to talk, right? So come on! Let's talk." Maka exclaimed, a smile still beaming across her face as she sat down on her chair next to the dozen white canvas' different servants plotted around the room had given her. "Alright, drop the act, you're definitely not as sweet you're making yourself out to be here." Iron stated, narrowing his eyes at her, hoping that her body language would give anything away. "A person can't just be happy?" She chuckled slightly, before turning around, taking her a paintbrush, dabbing it into some paint and beggining to start a new painting. "Didn't you hear what he said? Drop the shit now!" Will, practically yelled, charging at her to attempt to swing a punch. Instantly though, his fist was met with Maka, although one that had been spawned out of all the paint buckets and pallets scattered across the room, causing paint to splatter all over Will, leaving him in shock and embarrassment. Feeling his face rush to a reddening shame, everyone around burst out laughing, with even dead serious Ham joining on the laughter, with lastly all Maka's servants smiling around too.
Maka: So, know you've calmed down a bit- what do you lovely bunch want?
Iron: You have any idea who Ringo Roadagain is? If so, can you tell us his whereabouts?
Maka: I know of him, in fact I've encountered him a few times. Where he is, well he's working with this man called Dr Septic. You know of him?
Tony: Felicia told me about him...he's linked all over in the criminal underworld. Helps out so many different figures with medical or cosmetic work. Is that where she is?
Maka: Unfortunately dear, I don't have the slightest clue of who you're talking about. Ringo always has Slant around with him, and he always does outside jobs working for Dr Septic that I've- never mind. Whilst I haven't been there myself, his base of operations is said to be in this very faction, in Manga City. Though he's doing a really good job of it if you little agents haven't found out by now...
Admiral: How did you know we were even agents?
Maka beamed in delight once more, stating "Sometimes you can just sense things." With the group other than a still embarrassed and pissed off Will looked at each other in surprise, with Kaboss adding, "You know, you made this a lot quicker than it was supposed to be.". Straight after that Maka murmured something under her breath causing all the paint on Will's attire instantly vanishing, leaving the group astonished, once again. "How the- What the fu- You should become an agent! Why waste your time here when you can do miracles like this?!" He wondered, with the servants around the room letting out the chuckles, the group of agents could even hear the laughs of the guards. "You know, for someone who knew much about these criminals as you do, they don't seem the type to know or deal with someone with such a... bubbly personality that you have. Were you always like this? Even back then?" Kaboss questioned Maka, her smile only so slightly fading. "Everyone has to change to adapt to their environment, it's what we do to survive." Her tone in that statement felt unsettling for Kaboss and the rest of them, so with caution, Iron thanked Maka for her information and they slowly stepped out of her house of sorts. Once they got out, Will had a lot more to say after his paint cleansing.
Will: I swear, one of her fucking paintings was following me?
Admiral: She really was an interesting one, huh?
Ham: I for one think other agents have came across her before. She gave off a vibe that she knew about the force a lot more than a standard crime boss would.
Tony: Speaking of crime bosses, Manga City is a pretty business orientated part of the faction. Whilst there are its criminals, they usually cyber ones or stuff to do with money laundering and the like...frooom what Felicia told me..yeah. A-ANYWAY, uh we're gonna have to dig deep to uncover wherever his base is then, right? Or you've got any shortcuts.
Iron: Nope. We're going to have to really dig deep for this one, laws say we can't just go sniffing around a lot of these companies. Looks like the law are going to have to ignore the law.
Tony: What? Surely the fucking TFS force are allowed to have a look.
Kaboss: Hey, Iron doesn't disagree with you, none of us do. Buuuut, rules are rules.
All six of them climbed into Ham's ship that he blasted off into the sky, heading straight for Manga City.
However, within the very room that Dr Septic was in, Felicia had just woken up. The deranged grin of Septic towering over her pierced fear into her eyes immediately, although for some reason couldn't find the energy to move, her whole body was numb. Though she did whisper at the man with some venom. "You think you can modify me, you little bitch? I'm not one of your dolls, alright?" After looking at her surroundings, the brief fear she just had quickly changed into anger. "You're going to get me out of this bed or I'm going to make your life very fucking hard for you. And I don't just mean killing you. I'm gonna do that no matter what. What I actually mean is killing you and everyone you love in the most excruciatingly painful manner." She said, with the one of the few body parts that weren't numb, her eyebrows, quivering in rage. Septic laughed maniacally, before giving out an odd sigh. "Yeah, you keep thinking that Miss. I think you're a very promising new model. Whilst I don't know what to do with Mr Silent patient zero over there, if I have so many ideas running through my head for how to improve you." Septic rambled on, sounding more and more excited as he went on. Shelly was also awake, but instead boiling in anger like the woman on the bed next to him, he felt a sense of absolute defeat being back here. In the corner of his eye, he saw a joyful Ringo Roadagain laughing along with another guy, which he keeps calling Sans. "I win." Ringo said triumphantly, slamming a card down onto the table. "Goddamnit..." Sans replied, before yawning. "Wanna do a game of virtual chess before I get some rest? Been on one too many missions today it seems." "Sure, why not?" Ringo answered back, as those two started to play again. Shelly's little attention to that was completely taken away once Septic said, "Oh I've got one! Niiiice and simple! Since I never got Shelly over here to work in that way, I'm going to biologically engineer you so you can shift between any species across the multiverse. Whilst Shelly only became one species and stuck as one forever, I want you to be able to control them all. Like that one show, Ben...6? It's been having different remakes and continuations for thousands of years now. Luckily for you though Felicia, looks like you'll be Ben, star of the show!" He exclaimed at the end, his out of control chuckle coming up again. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT! SHE'LL MISS HER HUMAN BODY! YOU CAN'T JUST MISH AND MASH SPECIES AS YOU FUCKING PLEASE!" Shelly screamed, as if he had taken all of Felicia's anger, manifested his own which was on a similar level and combined them, although doing nothing but make Septic's chuckles turn into laughs before he spoke in his zany tone once again. "It's not my fault you were a failed experiment, Shelly. Our chemistry was just soooooooo off because you were vewy vewy sad that wittle you go bwetrayed. Waaa waa. However, once I brainwash Felicia, she'd be a great ally for you two, right Ringo and Sans?" "She'd be a lovely addition, sir! Full of personality, that one." Ringo answered, making a move in his virtual chess game. "So be it then. Time to get all the DNA samples..." Septic mumbled although still in his wild tone. "Tony will come get us. We'll be fine." Felicia whispered to Shelly, which Septic couldn't hear as he hopped and skipped out of the room to go get the samples. Shelly didn't reply to Felicia, but simply looked at the dim lightbulb attempting to illuminate the area. Looks like it's the same dim one, ever since he was brought here on his own. They had a bit in common, Shelly and the light. Both tried to illuminate something. But both utterly failed. Shelly knew this though, thinking, 'Some things never change.'
If you'd allow me to take you back to the past though Reader, you'd remember that the group of Henki, Roshi, Rum, Katsu, Jonas and Lobbas had all been confronted by Sear, asking them about their whereabouts in a bar. "Uh...we're from down South. Texas." Henki replied, although laughs and scoffs quickly spread around the bar like wildfire after his answer. "Texas huh? You sound well...a bit too English to be from there. Looks like we've got a liar everyone!" The rest of the bar burst into laughter and joy, with some people tossing drinks all over the agents. "Texas? Texas? You really didn't fucking listen during your history lessons and tests when signing up for the force, did you?" Roshi hissed at Henki, with the rest of them listening in. "Look, if we just let them...do whatever they want, we can be left alone." Rum tried to resolve the issue. "Dude, this is the fucking 1950s! Common decency doesn't become a thing until like 30 years later!" Lobbas whispered in panic back, but whilst the rest of the bar was laughing at them and now throwing food at them, Lonerobot overheard the agents little hurried conversation after getting Sear his drinks, and stepped away in fear.
Lonerobot: Uh...Mr Sear, I think these guys are communists...
Sear: Communists, you say? How interesting. I just thought you were drunk...
After hearing what lonerobot had to say, the entire bar became silent. You know, the you can hear a pin drop type of silent. Sear, with his men behind him, slowly made their way towards the group, before he slammed his fist into Roshi's face, sending him right onto the ground, his nose bleeding. "As a man who fought in the war, I can't describe to you how much I hate communists. Looks like I won't have to. Kill the re-" Before Sear could even finish his sentence, Roshi used his gloves to grab onto his feet and blast a shockwave of energy all over Sear's body. Before the group of guards behind him could aim and fire, Henki had already fire and hit two guards straight in the forehead with his gun , whilst Katsu and Rum going over the the counter, Rum spraying his acid into two of the guards' eyes, and then Katsu taken bottles from the shelves, smashing them, so he could throw them at guards leg, piercing through them, before running towards them, taking out his katana and swiftly beheading them before they could react. Jonas and Lobbas took the guns of the dead bodies and pointed them at the rest of the bar, which only a few of the men were surprisingly even armed. The rest of the group also did that too, with Henki stating "I don't know where the fuck we are, but I do know that you are all going to let us free-" "Uh, Henki, I can hear sirens...like they're close. Like really close. Police are going to arrest us, everyone here thinks we're fucking communists!" Jonas yelled in panic. Henki could now hear the doors of the police cars slamming as the policemen left them just outside the building.
Henki: Well then, looks like the gangs off to fucking prison. Juuuuust great.