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Mojo turned in a slow circle to fully appreciate her surroundings. She was in some dark corner of the sewers, or at least she had been a few seconds ago. Now she was standing in a perfectly clean white room with statues arranged in neat rows. "Welcome to my museum!" Endgame said. His voice echoed through the space as it normally would, but over the noise Mojo could hear strange whispering noises if she listened hard enough. "I've been collecting them," Endgame explained. "Sometimes each one will take years, but I'm nothing if not patient. Look around and you might see a few familiar faces." Mojo began to wander through the rows of bronzed s

Adrian and Frost snuck quietly through the abandoned rooms, both of them mulling over Endgame's instructions. They were to reach the main computer consol and shut it down before the program finished, freeing everyone from Mercury's control. It was a sound plan, but Adrian had learned a lot about good plans; mostly that they could go very wrong very fast. "Here we are," Frost whispered. The chances of being found were slim, but it was best to be careful. "Do your thing, I'll keep watch." She took a position by the door and crouched to present a smaller target. "Right," Adrian sighed. "Stop the killer supercomputer and save the world. I wish

"Let's get down to it," Fontaine said when they were alone. He reminded Scott of a street thug, the kind with delusions of grandeur. "I ain't gonna lie to you, kid. You look terrible." He smiled when Scott rolled his eyes. "Not that I don't understand your problem, see? You want the surface. You wanna go home. I can make that happen. I work with smugglers all the time, and a little cargo going out shouldn't make no difference." Fontaine scratched his face thoughtfully. "Question is," he said, "What can you do for me?" Scott clenched his hands into fists and emitted a low rumble. Frank Fontaine visibly shook, allowing Scott a brief moment of

Kai and other beast did not work as a team. Mercury was thankful for that; he would never have survived against a united front. He had only survived the first ten seconds of the fight out of pure luck. I'll never last, Mercury realized as he ducked a clawed hand that nearly took his head off. I have to think of something fast! He wanted to look around and take stock of his surroundings, but there was no time. Mercury turned and dashed toward the nearest building at top speed. He began to panic when Kai kept pace. After gathering his legs beneath him and saying a quick prayer (Mercury was not religious, but it couldn't hurt) he jumped for al

Mercury eyed the long drop doubtfully. It was over forty feet to the pavement below. He hadn’t tested the effects of the virus on his body yet, but by all accounts he should be able to make the jump. At least there was no reason to think that he couldn’t, apart from a general feeling of uneasiness. In theory, theory and practice are the same thing, Mercury thought. This was immediately followed by a wave of vertigo. He had already climbed down almost ten stories of twisted wreckage and  broken support pillars. There was no sense in stopping now. The building was horribly unstable and could go at any moment. Mercury jumped from the

Frost and Adrian finally arrived at the train station, carrying Emma when she couldn’t keep up. Frost felt like she could cry with relief; the trains were still running. They were going to make it. They had nearly been attacked multiple times on the way. The citizens infected with Mercury’s virus had gone mad, savagely attacking anything they came across. Frost glanced behind her to make sure they weren’t being followed and saw that the coast was clear. “We made it!” Adrian said, wheezing and laughing at the same time. “Scary, wasn’t it?” Frost laughed weakly, brushing hair out of her eyes. Adrian lea

“What do you think?” Someone asked. Scott groaned and tried to move. He was restrained somehow. There was a loud gasp from one end of the room. “Do not worry,” Dr. Tenenbaum said dismissively. “The Daddy is restrained and his Little Sister is not in danger. We are safe.” Scott opened his eyes and saw that he was strapped to an operating table in what looked like a filthy hospital room. Tenenbaum and a man he didn’t recognize were standing over him. “You done good,” the man said with a thick accent. Scott had trouble placing it; Brooklyn, perhaps, or New York? “What about the Sister?” he

Scott stumbled backward as his hand was freed.  The Sister was crying in a corner, covering her eyes and shaking with panic. As he walked over to shield her from the grisly sight Scott cast a glance back at his victim. An awkward memory surface. He remembered seeing blood, the drill buried in his guts- What? Scott shook his head in confusion. No, protect Sister. The mentally conditioned phrase repeated over and over in his mind; Protect Sister. Protect Sister. Protect Sister. He wanted to obey, but the memories grabbed him again. Laughing with his pilot buddies, jokes about his wingman, flying over the Atlantic- No! Scott groped

Dr. Tenenbaum was not a pleasant person even at the best of times, but Bunny had been mentally conditioned to see her as a mother figure. Now, as Tenenbaum impatiently ran a scanner over her stomach, Bunny began to get nervous. Finally Tenenbaum had seen enough. “Your slug is fine, child,” she said. “You should get some rest. Dr. Suchong will want to look at this Big Daddy of yours.” She gestured to Mr. Bubbles, who was standing in a corner. Dr. Tenenbaum had ordered him to stay as far away as possible from her, saying that she couldn’t stand the smell. “He got the people that killed the old Mr. Bubbles,”