Nato intensive care.
Storm 05, Percy, found his way through the large building and into the intensive care section of Nato.
Just like every other place currently on Earth, the area was filled with a lot of armed Electro and Storm troopers. He strolled to one of the medics walking around. "Where were the injured from Serenova Isle taken too? The brown haired lady to be precise?" he queried.
Looking at Wier's face made the Earthing rage and the anger could be seen all over her face, but she contained herself and pointed in the direction. "The last door through that hallway," she directed.
Percy nodded and turned his heels in the direction the lady pointed. He rushed down the hall and pushed open the door.
The room was plain, it only had the bed on which Jesselyn was lying, a chair next to the bed, and a small table that had the equipment that was used to connect some tubes to her body.
Percy stood by the door for a few seconds before strolling closer to her bed. He had a sad look pouring all over his face as he walked forward. "Jessy," he muttered under his breath.
The brown-haired former Rain agent only followed the Storm agent with her eyes as he made his way to the empty seat in which he sat. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find the right word to start with.
"I… I'm sorry," he finally uttered. He buried his face in his hand and let out a deep breath before raising his head to look at Jesselyn.
"You have to believe me," he said. "It wasn't my decision to pick up my gun and aim it at you, or the others, I never would have pulled the trigger on Ishary's head… but I had to do it…"
The ginger-haired man paused and looked up at Jesselyn.
She had a neutral expression on her face and hadn't moved any part of her body, save for her head since the ginger-haired man stepped into the room.
He continued. "Miss Havishma threatened the well-being of my family, people that I struggled my whole life to protect… it's all her, she caused this, Havishma did this."
Percy's words trailed off as the door to the room opened and a blue agent entered. The agent stopped by the door and scanned the room, Percy especially. He held a tray that had some equipment on it.
The Blue agent walked further into the room and set the tray on the table. "I don't think she understands anything you're saying," he revealed.
"What?"
"Among the survivors of the Serenova Isle, she is the most injured."
Percy furrowed and turned his head to Jesselyn. Apart from the many tubes, there was nothing else, the brown-haired lady looked as though she had just stepped out of a shower.
"It's true," the agent continued. "We don't know how, but her physical injury healed quickly, so it looks like she has no wound, but she hasn't said a word since she opened her eyes, and also hasn't moved any part of her body below her neck, we believe she's paralyzed, and also has permanent global amnesia."
"Fuck," he exclaimed. "Any chance she'll get better?"
"We are trying our best," he revealed.
The ginger-haired man clenched his fist in anger. "Storm 01, you monster!"
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Madrid, Spain.
"Should I be walking out in the open like this?" The dark-haired man queried as he stepped into a mall with Chapta and Hazel following by his side.
"Por favor, with your long hair, which I like by the way, you look nothing like that poster they have all around the planet." Chapta picked a pair of transparent lens glasses from a nearby rack and handed it to the former Storm agent. "Just put this on and no one will know it's you," she added.
The dark-haired man collected the accessory and put it on. He looked at himself in a mirror and adjusted the frame. "Suits me perfect, maybe I'll make this a thing."
"Please do," Chapta chipped. "You look irresistible."
Hazel rolled her eyes and looked away from the two. The brown-haired woman noticed this and leaned towards Rohan, curling her hands around his. "Come on, let's hurry, we need to be somewhere as soon as possible."
The dark-haired man succumbed to her grip and they both continued forward, hand in hand.
Chapta was famous as the godmother of one of the most notorious groups on the planet if not the whole Milkyway galaxy, and walking hand in hand with someone of that much stature, only gained him glances and whispers from those around.
They went for what the dark-haired man felt to be days picking and trying out different articles of clothing with Chapta nodding out any clothes she deemed to be 'inappropriate for a handsome man of his caliber' to have on.
Rohan stepped out of the changing room wearing a lavender-colored suit. The back of the suit top stretched down to his knee region and it was created seamlessly with intricate golden designs all over the cloth. It didn't overly hug his form and it fitted him perfectly.
"I like this one," he revealed.
Chapta pinched the bridge of her nose and slowly nodded. "I little bit flashy, but I guess we can get that too, let's keep trying."
"I think we've gotten the whole place at this point."
The brown-haired woman laughed. "Err… not yet." She ushered him back into the changing room. "Remember, just call me if you're having any trouble. I wouldn't mind helping out."
She smiled to herself as she turned around. Her smile faded as she ended up face-to-face with the platinum blonde-haired girl. "Why are you doing this?"
"What are you talking about?" Chapta replied with a question.
"Is it because of what your father said?"
The brown-haired woman folded her arms and shrugged. "He keeps bothering me, yelling for a son-in-law, so I'm giving him just that," she revealed.
"With that guy? You don't even know him."
"But we have a connection. I can feel it…"
"He crashed on your car outta nowhere," Hazel argued.
"Godsent."
Hazel's facepalmed and let out a loud groan. "We saw him at the Helltiga's auction and now he's feigning ignorance, he is most likely a spy sent by the government, we have to get rid of him…"
"Hazel," Chapta chipped, she cupped Hazel's face in her hand and smiled. "Don't you worry about me?"
"Even if I didn't want to, your dad would kill me, so I can't let you get with him."
"How about you keep a close eye on him?" Said the leader of the Faintpin group. "If you notice anything unusual, then you can do whatever you like, and I'll I've no objections."
The dark-haired man stepped out of the dressing room wearing yet another outfit. "Hey, Chapta, are you sure about this, I don't know how I feel about you getting me all these."
Chapta glanced at the wanted agent before turning to the platinum blonde haired girl with her brows up. The latter shook her head and let out a sigh. "Fine."
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The Realm, Winter Weir.
The lights turned back on, giving Scarlett a clear visual of three individuals, standing in front of her with their faces covered and a hoodie over their heads.
One of the men moved his hand behind his back and when he brought it back to the open, he was holding a syringe with colorless liquid while the others clenched their fist.
The sky blue-haired lady's eyes widened as she watched them slowly approach her. She quickly moved behind a counter and took out a kitchen knife. "Stay back!"
"I swear I will hurt you if you come any closer."
The men glanced at each other and nodded before turning back at her. Two of them moved to the side to flank her while the man with the syringe continued forward.
Scarlett waved the knife in front of her, hoping to stop their movement but they only continued forward.
"NANA, alert Madeline about my situation!" She yelled, trying to use the house AI to send a call. "NANA…"
Before she could finish, the men at the side knocked the knife out of her hand and pinned her down on the counter. She yelled and screamed for help but they only pressed her down even harder.
The man with the syringe inched closer and began to stab the syringe into her neck.
Rapid footsteps filled the air and a man in Storm uniform rushed out from the shadows. He kicked the man with the syringe back and lunged at the second assailant. He grabbed him by the shoulders and hurled him over a table before turning his attention to the last one of them, but as he did, the man stabbed the knife into the Storm agent's flank.
The Strom agent groaned but managed to send the assailant back with a punch.
The three assailants got up on their feet and raced for the exit. The agent pulled out the knife and hurled it at one of the assailants. The knife pierced into the back of his knee, causing him to crash to the ground unable to run.
The agent got up and paced up to where Scarlett was. "Are you okay?" He queried.
She touched the area where she was stabbed with the syringe and nodded. "W-who are you?" She asked, taking in the purple-haired man's face.
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