The Infestation

[Renn]

Momo watched as Raquel cocked her hip to the side and placed her hand on said hip. She stared at Diego with eyes full of daggers and it made Momo uncomfortable but she held her ground. She, too, glared at Diego but not as fircely as she would have normally. It was hard to do so with...well...

She felt her cheeks grow hot as the thought came into her mind. It only worsen when Diego spoke to Raquel of going back. Indignation rose within the petite young woman as she thought of Raquel leaving her again. Though she does admit, she left first last time. Like the fiery young woman she was, Momo brushed herself forward, only stopped by Raquel.

"Why would she go back with you! You Union people never listen! You-" once again, her moth was covered by a hand, stopping her from saying anymore. Raquel pushed her back as Alberio spoke.

Momo was shock that Raquel didn't get whiplash as she whipped her head around to glare at the half-breed before her face went blank. "No. I don't plan to go back with them. And they can't help me find this man. They'd only kill him."

-X-X-X-X-

Raquel made her way over to Diego, soldiers aiming their gun at her. She stopped and raised her hands and shrugged. "Now...Diego. You can, one, take me by force and I can just escape again. Two, leave and let me do my I want. Or three..."

Her eyes gazed over to Alberio, Momo, and(only briefly) Prefix before returning to Diego. "You can send these men back to Base and help me. Only you. Where I'm going and what I'm going to do, Cyberia is sure to follow, which will help you bag him. Now, you can make your decision while I go to do something that actually helps the world."

With a flip of her hair, she turned her back to head back her her room.

[Nevermore]

Rome rode sitting straight up, his eyes always on the side of the road, scanning constantly for enemies. When the woman spoke again, he did not even look away from the area. "Rome," he said quietly, "Rome Kelavar." He said nothing else after that and instead kept his eyes on their surroundings. He wasn't much of a talker, so Lilivati would have a bit of difficulty getting him to talk to her about anything. He hoped Thyme was more talkative, he did not want to have to deal with conversation for the entire ride to the next city. He would sooner walk than deal with real people. He had been alone so long that he had grown accustomed to it, and he preferred silence by himself when traveling. He was glad they were in a jeep at least. Traveling in a group, on foot meant that they would have to protect each other. Protecting a group was difficult, people got emotional, they got careless, letting their guard's down to protect a friend and dying to do so. The only time he thought traveling in a group was a good idea was if the group was military trained.

[Dolentrean]

Justin sat in the jeep, his hand resting lightly on the hand gun, his backpack, filled with all his supplies. He was grateful for the ride, but he had been out in the waists for far to long to be trusting of some lucky break that just so happened to drive by at the last second. However, he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and while he wasn’t going to let his guard down, he was going to do his best to be pleasant.

He grinned at the lady, “The names Thyme girly. Now, might I ask what brings you out to the wasteland?”

[Zyta]

Diego sighed and paused with a pause that wasn’t really a pause. He was expecting this. He lifted his radio to his mouth and spoke clearly and loudly for Raquel to hear, “Capture the girl, detain those who assist in her resist for questioning on accounts of treason.” Then he flipped off the switch and him and his bodyguards pulled out their rifles and aimed them right at Momo. Slowly the two on either side of Diego stepped outward. “One move,” Diego called out, “and the girl dies; also if one of us are attacked, the girl dies.”

As soon as Diego switched off his radio the house was surrounded with no less than twenty soldiers all heavily armed with rifles and protective suits. They moved swiftly and were rough. They were not scared to shoot and to kill.

“Sorry it had to go down like this Raq, I assure you, I wanted to avoid this, but you gave me no choice. I was ordered to bring you in ASAP.

[Sife]

Gabriel stood, and inhaled. A sweet smell of gasoline and asphalt filled his lungs, as he tried to suck in as much as he could. When he reached his limit, he let it out hard, nearly coughing. He turned and tossed the empty gasoline jug into a broken window, turned back, and took out a cigarette. Man was he excited. He had always wanted to do this.

He put the cigarette top his lips and brought out a big lighter that was used to start grills. Flicking it on, the cigarette caught fire fast. Smoke billowed as he treated it and put the lighter back into his back pocket. Smiling now, he removed the cigarette from mouth and looked upon his work.


There was least twenty cars he had driven into that building and parked in front of it. It was far away now, for obvious safety reasons, but he could still some of the messages he had left for those cars when he sent them to hell. He took another couple puffs of his cigarette, nearly trembling with anticipation now, and put a big thumbs up into the air.

"Oh lovely 7-mart of this honest town!" he exclaimed into the emptiness of everything around him, "I hereby condemn you, and everyone like you. You! Will be the first." Then he gave a nice little fake laugh, and proceed to make his thumbs up a thumbs down.

A last couple puffs, and he violently flicked the remainder of his cigarette straight into a little puddle of gasoline he had left in front of him. He put his hands behind his head, and started walking backwards. He was grinning.

The cigarette seem to spin for ever on its way to the puddle, in Gabriel's eyes. But as it got just above it, the puddle was ignited instantaneously. The fire moved fast, twisting in the pattern Gabriel had left for it. It was a crude mosaic of the word 'goodbye'. He couldn't tell if it worked or not, but he didn't care. He was bracing for impact. And it came fast.

The first things to explode was the huge propane tank he had led the trail of gasoline through. He also left multiple small propane tanks there, accompanied by a little stick of C4. The blast put him on his ass. As he turned around trying to get up, a symphony started. Blast after blast, and as he turned to look, Gabriel saw the sun. Standing up, with explosions still going off, he shot out his arms into the air and bite his lower lip in a smile. Gabe just stood there hands erect in the air, letting each explosion wash over him.

It was then that he saw a car outside of the parking lot catch fire.

"Uh... that's not good," he said to himself while turning, and getting into a small jog. It was the car he had intended to drive out of here. It was filled with alot of chaos. Horrible, horrible chaos. C4, RPGs, grenades, and plenty of guns. He started jogging faster.

He didn't get far though. The explosion tore through the air. The shockwave smacked him like a train, and made him airborne. Gabe's legs hit a mailbox, making him almost do a flip. Luckily for him, he hit a wall shoulder first, and not head first.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk!" would have been heard if the explosion had not drown it out.

Getting up, and dragging himself against the mailbox he had just cleared, explosions, car alarms, and who knows what else going on around him, Gabe laughed. And he laughed pretty hard.