Calinon
First Post
Prologue
Prophet's Lair
Ghost and Tank looked over the security plans for Mason's trial, trying to find significant weaknesses for Ghost to exploit.
"Damn, I think they got too good a look at what you can do," Tank muttered. "That's some serious power output in that energy field. Can you get through it?"
"I don't know. Probably not. What the hell kind of generator they have powering that thing?"
"Some sort of nuclear fission power supply," Tank replied. He and Ghost looked up at each other, a grin on each of their faces.
"Nuclear," they said in unison.
"Once he sees these defense plans, I'm sure I can convince him to send all of us in," Tank said.
"And go in on a day EPIC isn't testifying," Ghost said.
The flames in the hearth rose to a roar and from them stepped Prophet, unscathed. "Consider me convinced," he said across the room as a female figure stumbled from the flames behind him and collapsed on the floor."
Ghost snapped his gun out and Tank's armor instantly clanked into place about him, twin gatlin guns rising above his shoulders. Both took a bead on the newcomer. "Look out behind you!" Tank said, blasting forward to protect his leader. Prophet caught both men in a field of mental energy, freezing both Tank and Ghost in place.
"Gentlemen, that is no way to treat the newest member of our family," Prophet said, releasing them again.
"Woah, is that..." Tank said to Ghost. The other assassin just nodded blankly.
Prophet reached down to offer his hand to the woman on the floor. She took his aid to rise to her feet and he led her to a mirror. "As I promised, my dear," he said, moving behind her and stroking the side of her face. "Are you ready to fulfill your part in our bargain?"
In response, the woman's body started radiating heat, steadily increaing until a flaming aura flared to life about her. She brough a flaming hand up and touched her face where Prophet had.
"Just tell me what you want me to do."
Prophet's Lair
Ghost and Tank looked over the security plans for Mason's trial, trying to find significant weaknesses for Ghost to exploit.
"Damn, I think they got too good a look at what you can do," Tank muttered. "That's some serious power output in that energy field. Can you get through it?"
"I don't know. Probably not. What the hell kind of generator they have powering that thing?"
"Some sort of nuclear fission power supply," Tank replied. He and Ghost looked up at each other, a grin on each of their faces.
"Nuclear," they said in unison.
"Once he sees these defense plans, I'm sure I can convince him to send all of us in," Tank said.
"And go in on a day EPIC isn't testifying," Ghost said.
The flames in the hearth rose to a roar and from them stepped Prophet, unscathed. "Consider me convinced," he said across the room as a female figure stumbled from the flames behind him and collapsed on the floor."
Ghost snapped his gun out and Tank's armor instantly clanked into place about him, twin gatlin guns rising above his shoulders. Both took a bead on the newcomer. "Look out behind you!" Tank said, blasting forward to protect his leader. Prophet caught both men in a field of mental energy, freezing both Tank and Ghost in place.
"Gentlemen, that is no way to treat the newest member of our family," Prophet said, releasing them again.
"Woah, is that..." Tank said to Ghost. The other assassin just nodded blankly.
Prophet reached down to offer his hand to the woman on the floor. She took his aid to rise to her feet and he led her to a mirror. "As I promised, my dear," he said, moving behind her and stroking the side of her face. "Are you ready to fulfill your part in our bargain?"
In response, the woman's body started radiating heat, steadily increaing until a flaming aura flared to life about her. She brough a flaming hand up and touched her face where Prophet had.
"Just tell me what you want me to do."