(( your turn for sure now. bounces on))

I had a post ready but my power went out .-. Will post tomorrow

(( oh no, that's the worst!))

Cain awoke to the smell of food and the feeling of other people. Judging by the sound alone, he guessed two. The sounds of their breath just barely touching vocal chords gave him enough information to assume they were female. Either the boy had left, or was beyond Cain's senses. Why had he gone after such a young person. Super or not there was no way a child was capable of such evil. Along with the return of he world to him came a deep throb in the lower of his right leg. It was definitely broken, and had likely already begun to heal. He would have to re-break it and set it correctly. His head was mostly healed, but there was a remaining bruise where the side of his head had struck pavement that even genetically altered cell reproduction would take a couple of weeks to clear out.

Despite his state, he wasn't about to take any chances. With the speed of a full blown GSEC super soldier, he tossed Rose in the air. He was luck it was still in his hand. As it went to his off-hand, he quickly drew the silenced beretta with his main hand. Catching Rose, he sat up with both guns aimed at the two supers that had him captive. He had full intent to end them right then and there.

But he couldn't. He caught his breath, noticing the med kit that lay next to him. Maybe they were different since they had clearly moved him instead of killing him on the spot. He re-holstered both guns and sat himself against an old desk only a few feet away from his previous position. He used the contents of the med kit to bandage his head before examining his leg. Thankfully it was only fractured. The bones were in place, but it was swollen and painful. Walking on it would only make it worse. It seemed he actually needed the help of these two...

There was a third. The same one as before. Cain could feel the static in he air, and could just barely make out his breaths. He locked his eyes on the source. There was a pillar, so he couldn't see the boy. "Come out." He muttered, his voice resonating from behind his respirator.

(( aw fudge, I forgot to disarm him. Angie and Lexie wouldn't have made that mistake, but eh, that's fine. I'll post later, or Primal can post. Either way.))

[ c; lol sorry dear you can go ahead, I talked to him and let him know it could go either way] ]

"Chill, dude," Lexie said, not bothering to look up from her meal. "We're not gonna patch you up just to take you out. Though we do have a few questions." "Eyah, like 'oo yer workin' fer," Angie added. The redhead had put down her meal and folded her arms, so her hands were closer to her weapons when the unknown man woke up. She'd said they should have restrained him, but her partner had disagreed. "An' were ya really chasin' down sum kid?" "It's a sad day when folks'll contract out for a kid," Lexie added, shaking her head and finally looking up. "Gotta say, I thought mercs didn't go /quite/ that low. But I suppose not everyone has our standards."

Breathing a long sigh at the commotion, Michael stands up with his back against the pillar. Interlocking his fingers and extending his arms, palms out, he cracks his fingers with a sickening pop. He shakes out his right leg and left leg in turn, also relieve the tension in the hip with another pop. Dropping his hood from over his head, he slowly makes his way around the corner. "My what a tense atmosphere we have here.", smiling at each of the ladies and man in turn. He slowly makes his way over to the man and crouches in front of him. "Now before I help reset this leg of yours, I have a couple questions to ask you." He was still smiling at the man, but now his eyes were threatening. Pulling the revolver from his back and setting it on the man's good knee, he chuckles excitedly. "Now, who are you, where are you from, and why were you chasing me. And don't expect to get away with any lying."

If circumstances were different, he would have shoved the business end of Rose down the boy's throat and warned him not to threaten him. With the situation being as it was, he decided on a better course of action. His leg bones did need to be set and the child's tough guy act was wasting time. He grabbed the revolver with his off hand, placing his thumb between the hammer and the firing pin. This way, the gun couldn't fire. With his main hand, he unsheathed his razor sharp knife and and held it to the boy's neck, breaking the skin just enough to draw a bead of blood. "My name. Is Cain. I was a successful GSEC supersoldier designation zero-zero, two, five, nine; hunter class. I don't know why I chased you. I barely remember the act." He leaned closer to the kid, "Supers have emergency medicine and field medicine training. I can reset this myself. Lesson of survival number one: if you're going to bargain, be sure to have something worth bargaining. Lesson two; bring more than one bullet."

He released the kid and leaned back against the desk. He could tell by the revolver's weight as he had held it that it couldn't have more than one or two bullets in it. "There's no need to reset it, the bones are only fractured." He added. Even then he wanted to kill the boy. The problem was that he didn't know why. For the first time since GSEC went to orbit, he was questioning his methods and what he was doing there.

He rotated, picking himself up to stand on his good leg so he could hobble his way back to the gas station. This was a setback, but he could deal with it. He leaned on the wall, grunting and panting from the pain. He just needed to get to his supplies. He had morphine injection pens.

"If you want to leave, that's fine. Though a thank you for our 'unnecessary' treatment might be nice," Lexie said mildly. What Mr. Falling did from here was really not her concern. "Still, if you want to stay, we have rations. And I /think/ we still have some apples for breakfast -- Angie, did we finish the apples, or are there some left?" Angie glared at her partner, and muttered something unkind under her breath, before replying. "Eyah, still got a few o' 'em. Ya plannin' on sharin', I take it." "Not unless people are going to be staying for a while," Lexie replied, with a slight smile. "I may be a good Samaritan, but I'm not going to waste the top shelf supplies on /total/ strangers."

"Hey, could you two just shut up.", he said briskly as he glared at Lexie and Angie. "You talk to much." They were discussing something about apples, but he had other business to attend to and they were starting to agitate his already thin nerves. "The nerve.... Hey you! Get back here, I ain't done with you." He yelled at the man hobbling away from him. Putting the seemingly useless revolver back into its usual place, he briskly chased the man down. "And what do you mean by "successful GSEC super-soldier"? What kind of crap are you trying to implying?!" Now he was angry, fully losing control of his ability to calm down, he began harassing the man with no end in site.

Grimacing in pain, his face was an all-too-intimidating scowl as he glared at the teenager, "You... Are incomplete. A failed experiment. You are innocent of the sin of real supers, but if I stay near you, I might not be able to control myself. The other part of me will take over." He was sweating and becoming feverish. That wound on his head needed to be cleaned. "I could kill you." He said propping himself back up to full height, "and I must save that power for the others the super soldiers who fought the honest people of this world. The ones who murdered innocents for the sake of USELESS CORPRATE TYRANTS!" He shouted the last part, pointing out the window to the massive ship in the sky that was still orbiting. It was the GSEC Space Station. "They created me and four others, the hunter classes. We led them. And only I remain, the elite of the elite. Only I can regain our honor, and do right by the people of earth. I can't do that if I'm killing people like you..." He trailed off, feeling tired and weak. He had underestimated the injury. He was concussed, and as he collapsed to the debris on the floor, his fractured leg buckled under him, folding ninety degrees at the shin under his weight. He would have roared in pain, but the world grew dark and again he was asleep.

In his dreams he saw all those people. All dead and coming for him. He would be comatose for days.

[dont worry, I have a plan.]

So the man was a successful experiment? That was an oddity for sure. The partners exchanged a look. They'd not ever met any successful auggies or supers. Sure, there were some individuals that did okay, like themselves, but programs that worked? They'd thought that was a myth.

"Right, I think Mr. Falling needs more med care than he realized," Lexie said brusquely. "Kid, you get the answers you needed? Doesn't sound like he was out to kill you, so I'm going to patch him up the rest of the way." The woman was already moving to do just that, and even Angie had set her meal down to come help. "Man, 'e got i' bad," the redhead murmured, examining his leg. "Take a good look, Micheal, this's wha' bravado gets ya. Worse'n ya 'ad i' th' firs' place."

"This simply will not do." Dr. Shin said, overlooking the readings on his screen. It was a full biometric diagram that updated all of his subjects' conditions in real time. "Subject two-five-nine is comatose." He informed command, pressing his com button before speaking and releasing it after.

"Satellite surveillance shows other heat signatures with him, we're guessing friendlies." Command added over the channel.

Dr. Shin scratched his balding head. He was only thirty and was losing hair. "Should we send them a care package?" He asked.

"Yes, right away."

As the GSECSS floated through orbit, slowly spinning to distribute solar energy to all the energy panels and distribute heat, a small, man-sized pod launched out, headed near the location of the unlikely group. It tore downward through the atmosphere, carrying medical supplies outfitted with full instruction. Mainly there was a limb stabilizer that fitted over a broken limb to allow the bones to heal while also allowing use of the appendage. In addition were special medications to help the healing process of a comatose patient. It was advanced stuff. President Roland Von Featherclad was promised that 00259, designation: Cain, would be back to work in a day. He only hoped it was true. He was the only hope for GSEC, even if he was a loose cannon. He watched the monitor as the pod landed only five kilometers from Cain's position and popped red smoke. This would be a good test of Cain's new allies. If they had any use at all, they would prove it with this.

Myra shielded her eyes as something burned through the sky ripping through the air and crashing into the freeway two clicks away. From the top of a huge smokestack in the middle of what was once a military hospital, she could see the object was giving off bright red smoke. This was definitely the corporation. Her eyes clicked quietly as her composite eyelids blinked. That wasn't what the optical covers were for, but it was a mannerism she had picked up from being around people so much. She was not a person, she was a frame. Artificial intelligence created and left on earth to rust. He put up her hood and gathered her rifle, an impressive anti-vehicle cannon similar to a light fifty sniper rifle. It was made for frames like her. No scope or sights, just a sixty-caliber sniper rifle capable of sending explosive and armor piercing rounds. She had seen her own bullets go through entire buildings and her explosive rounds could vaporize a human being. She slung the rifle over her back, double-checked her sidearm and and stood to climb down the rope she had used to get to her position.

"What an idiot...", he whispers to himself while scratching behind his right ear. Slowly his face curls into a smile, tension releasing from his face. "Well I guess we can't leave him here now can we?", he asks Lexie and Angie. Laboring over to the makeshift stretcher, picking it up with one hand, he brings it over to the man that only two minutes ago was making him angry. Rolling him over gently and strapping him down with his belt, he managed to secure him around the waist. Just then a streak of fire burnt across the sky. It had descended from the GSEC space station standing resolute in the sky above. A powerful omen that meant something to come.

"Well that's are hard opportunity to pass up!", he lamented excitedly. "Here, help me carry him so we can go see what it is." Suddenly excited at the prospect of what GSEC sent to Earth, he wanted to rush there as quickly as possible.

"Bad idea," Angie said, looking out a broken window, her eyes focusing on the rising pillar of smoke. "E'erybody fer miles 'round saw tha'. Now I know th' two o' us c'n 'andle wha's gonna come lookin', but yew? Kid, ya couldn' e'en 'andle a 'alf-broken man. Now, if'n ya wanna know wha' 'tis, I dun blame ya. But we're gonna do this smart. Lexie's th' fas' un, she's gonna go look. I'm gonna spot 'er from th' roof. An' yew an' our unconscious pal're gonna sit tight."

The other woman nodded agreement. "Besides, I don't trust GSEC one bit. We have no clue that whatever's in that drop pod's even safe to be near. This guy, he's not wearing a uniform. He's an auggie, and he was left behind. Just like the rest of us. So how do we even know GSEC doesn't want him dead? They're certainly tracking him -- which means the two of us will likely part company with him as soon as he's not going to die if we leave him be." She gave Michael a smile. He was so eager. It was refreshing, but it would get him killed. "Besides, you don't even have a proper weapon. Do you really not have a full load of bullets? We can fix that, or at least set you up with something that does."

"'E can't 'ave my bullpups," Angie snapped, glaring at her partner. "No, but do you really need all those different pistols too? C'mon, give him one of the lighter models. Or a normal rifle -- what about a nugget?" "Nuggets 're collect'r's items, Lexie!" the redhead exclaimed, aghast, but she stopped and eyed Michael. "...Mebbee. I'll think 'bout i'."

Erupting in anger once again, Michael slams his fist into the concrete wall, toppling enough breaks to leave a hole in the wall 3 meters in diameter. His fist still clenched, was bleeding profusely. Anger suffused in his voice, "Why does everyone seem to think I'm useless, I'm not some rat who squeals at the slightest pressure of a knife." Holding his fist out towards the two accusing him of being weak, "I may not be mechanically augmented like most supers, but I have more genetic augments then you could possibly imagine, and more training then you know of." The blood on his fist began to dry up and the bone could be seen protruding from the exposed flesh, "I may be young, but I have been like this nearly my whole life." The tissues began to flex and mold over his hand, "And I'm not about to let you treat me like a child when I've been surviving alone these last few years of my life." The skin of his hand remold over his freshly regrow not tissues, leaving no trace of the injury that was there only seconds ago. "So if you're going to do this, then you're going to do it with me." He brings his hand behind his ear and scratches the usual spot, the only scar on his body. Smiling lazily at the two women in front of him, "Besides, I know this area really well."

Angie didn't seem fazed by his display of anger. "Kid, we c'n /tell/ yer an auggie too. But yer wha', fifteen? seventeen? Yer a kid, no two ways 'bout i'. An' I'm tellin' ya, e'en vets don' wanna cross GSEC. /I/'m not getting close. I' fact, I'd rather not bother wi' tha' drop, butcha seem pretty eager t' find ou' wha' 'tis, so we'll bite. Lexie 'ere, she's /fast/. Faster'n most auggies. So she's going. 'S common sense, kid."

Lexie put a hand on Michael's shoulder. "We're not treating you like you are a babe. Clearly you're not, if you've made it on your own. And you're not the only one they messed with at a young age -- we know how it goes. However, Angie." She turned to her partner. "If he knows the area, I could use a guide. However!" The woman looked at Michael. "We are older than you, and we've been doing this a lot longer. It'd be smart to listen to advice. And my advice? You guide me there, and then hang back. You don't have to take it, but that's on you."

Closer now, Myra studied the GSEC pod. It had a Red Cross printed on it. "Medical supplies?" She wondered aloud. She wouldn't need those, but if she came across someone who did, they would be a good bargaining tool. The problem was, her messenger bag wasn't going to be able to realistically carry those supplies. She decided to stay for a while. Remaining near a medical cache seemed like a sound idea to help her find a way onto that space station. Perhaps someone who could help her would come close. She stayed atop the old supermarket she was perched on, laying her cannon down against the ledge. She sat down, leaning against the ledge. She wasn't low on power, but she had a feeling of fatigue. Her mind was exhausted. She had been trying to return to the station ever since they left, and wasn't even a single step closer than she was that day. Her database on the company had been almost wiped clean. The only remaining memory she had was of a large glass tube with a man footing in the liquid it contained. The image Myra had of him made her feel sadness. She had learned many feelings, but sadness was most common. She looked at the dog tags around her neck. She had always had them. There were no memories of relieving them. They were always there, and they were precious to her for an unknown reason. She whispered the numbers on the tags to herself. Her alto voice with slight static from the vocal resonators in her "mouth".

"Zero.. Zero.. Two.. Five.. Nine.."

"Well in that case, I can guide you toward the crash, it looks close to the highway so it shouldn't be too difficult to get at." Looking over towards the crash, it probably wasn't more than a few kilometers, but it would take longer than that to get around certain dangerous parts of the city. "First thought should be on what to do with him." If two are scouting then that leaves one to carry him. Do you think you can handle that part Angie?" Calculating the fastest way to safely get to the smoke, he determined that the alley way on right side would lead them to the right path. "Hey Lexie, I guess we can go ahead and scout the site, should only take a couple minutes, that is if you can keep up." A competitive smile bent across his face as if to prod the woman with a challenge. Behind his smile though, another part of him was fighting to surface. Like two sides to a spinning coin that never lands, the two sides of him were always fighting to be on top. "Well, let's go through this alley way, it'll be much faster in the long run. And if we move quick we should be able to avoid trouble."