The dark-haired man placed the key card given to him by Sox on a door and it easily slid open. He slipped the card into his pocket before cautiously walking forward.
He heard no sound initially, but as he moved forward, he started to hear footsteps and murmurs which suddenly turned rapid with battle cries and the sound of bodies hitting the ground.
The fighting escalated and he heard a few gunshots before it stopped and then footsteps began to approach his location. It only took a few seconds before an individual took a corner in his direction. The dark-haired man had put his hands up for a fight but the person put her hands up.
She pulled down her mask and whipped her hoodie from her head, revealing her face. She was a tanned skin individual with long red curly hair which she tied back. She had a pointy ear and a burn scar on the side of her face below her cheek. The Tzerian smiled softly as she noticed the runaway agent.
"You," Rohan spoke. "You are still alive?" He queried.
Chántel nodded. "I am... Though it was really hard to live in a place filled with enemies at every turn, especially with…" she paused. "… with Ishary gone."
The dark-haired man blinked and took some steps forward. "Surprised you didn't kill everyone here."
She chuckled. "Well, if I'm being honest I did thought about doing it, but the agent Ishary asked to help me, talked me out of it."
Rohan hummed before proceeding further into the intensive care unit. He didn't stop until he was in front of a door where he was sure his friend was in.
"Are you not going to ask what happened to Ishary?" The red-haired girl asked.
The dark-haired man stopped and turned to Chántel. "I know she's dead, killed by Percy, am I right?"
The Tzerian's brows moved up in surprise. "How did you find out?"
Rohan inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Look, you shouldn't be in here right now. Security is tight and it won't end well if a Tzerian is caught here at this moment, so you might wanna look for ways out," he said before pulling out the key card from his pocket.
"You know that I was betrayed by my own people and have nowhere to go. Plus, I haven't yet thanked you for saving me that day."
The dark-haired man held her stare for a moment before sighing. He had a lot going through his head and meeting the Tzerian only added more on his plate.
He pushed the door open and stepped into the room where Jesselyn was kept. The brown-haired girl who lay on a bed in the room turned her head to the door. Rohan felt a cold chill run down his spine as he met eyes with the former first Rain agent.
With the new time ability he had unlocked, the dark-haired man had seen what happened to Jesselyn in the other timelines, but still couldn't come to terms with it.
She still looked the same way he last saw her at the Serenova Isle, only now her hair had been cut short. The dark-haired man was trying, but unable to figure out when she got into the situation she was in: during her fight with Eder, his explosion on the Isle, or was it because he gave his blood to her and it damaged her cells because she doesn't have the Z-cells. She had gone through a lot and he believes it was all because of him.
Looking at her only made him start to believe Percy's words, perhaps it is his fault.
"Rohan?"
The dark-haired man snapped out of his thoughts and turned to Chántel.
"Are you okay?" She queried.
The dark-haired man removed the tubes that were connected to Jesselyn and tossed them away. He then pulled a wheelchair that was in the room and moved it closer to the bed she was on before extending his hand.
"Let's get you out of here."
A warm smile appeared on the brown-haired lady's face as she placed her hands on his. He slowly helped her onto the wheelchair before pushing her out of the intensive care unit with Chántel following behind him.
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Meanwhile, Miss Havishma walked into the room Storm 01 was previously in to see the Blue agent piecing together the resources that took little damage from Rohan's outrage.
Immediately the agent noticed the pale-skinned woman, he dropped the things he was holding and rushed to her with a smile on his face. "He did all this? Despite the neutralizer you injected him with, and the device around his wrist?"
The agent nodded, still holding his smile which had started to look creepy. "Yes, but that should be your least of concerns, ma'am."
He walked over to one of the computers that took a little damage and clicked on a folder. "This is what you should really probe."
Miss Havishma furrowed before taking gentle steps towards the screen. The agent joyfully clicked the play button and the video started. It only had a clip of Storm 01 lying inside the container. The video went for a few seconds before glitching as sparks of electricity engulfed the dark-haired man's body. When the glitch cleared, the dark-haired Weir wasn't there.
"What is this?" Miss Havishma furrowed.
The agent put his index finger up, signaling for her to wait. The video glitched again, and this time when it cleared, Rohan was back inside the container.
"Did he?…"
The agent moved to another computer and turned the screen to the Chief of Department H. "During the time the candidate disappeared, I ran a check to try and locate him with the device around his wrist, normally, I'll get a signal regardless of where he was in the Galaxy, but as I did… I couldn't."
He continued. "There's only one conclusion I could come up with ma'am."
"And that is?"
"Time travel. Another ability he has unlocked... The only other way I wouldn't have found him is if he had destroyed it, but if you watch the video, you'll see that he still had the watch on when he reappeared." He stopped and turned to the dark-haired woman. "It is possible ma'am, you've done it."
Before Miss Havishma could fully process what she had just heard, the door opened and Electro 28 stepped into the room. "Miss Havishma, Storm 01 destroyed his way out of Department H, he was with Storm 65 and an agent claimed he also saw a Tzerian with him."
"A Tzerian?"
He nodded.
Miss Havishma looked at her watch. She pushed her hair back and sighed. "I have a meeting at the Prime Hall, but if I'm correct then there's only one place they will be going to," she said while fully turning to face Electro 28.
"No one apart from those on Department H should know about the escape of Storm 01, so handle it carefully and quietly."
"Understood."
"Oh, and…" she turned to the Blue agent. "Try to find a way to speed up the process of the Z-syrup reaction in Project-C50, and do it fast," she added before walking out of the room.
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Zoda, Winter Weir.
Rohan landed the spaceship he took from Department H in a secluded area before proceeding further on foot with Chántel and Jesselyn, the former had put her hoodie and mask back on.
The dark-haired man only had one location in his mind. Though he had only been there an amount of time he could count on his left hand, he still remembered it as though it was just a day ago he was there.
He stopped in front of Jesselyn's home and clicked the bell. He clicked it a few more times before a voice from the other side of the wall replied.
"A moment please."
A few moments later, the door opened and Rohan ended up face to face with an elderly chestnut brown-haired woman. She shoots him a small smile before speaking. "Hello?"
The dark-haired man hesitated for a second before speaking. "Hi… it's err-- I'm Rohan."
The woman tilted her head to the side and her brows moved up. "Rohan from where?" She drawled.
"Rohan Coco, I… I am a friend of your daughter, Jesselyn," he revealed.
It only took a few seconds before the woman's face turned utterly grim. She held Rohan's stare, not able to say anything. The dark-haired man shifted to the side to show Jesselyn sitting on a wheelchair the Tzerian was standing behind.
The moment she locked eyes on Jesselyn, the woman shut the door in his face. "Wait, please… Mrs. Tweedy, at least hear me out, please…"
But she doesn't reply. Rohan rested his head on the door and sighed.
"I'll hear you out." The dark-haired man turned to see a lady having about the same body structure as Jesselyn but with short black bangs and red eyes.
"I'm Sapphire, Jesselyn's sister," she said with a calm voice.
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