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Conclusive To Ourselves

"CLEAR!" The spray of bullets stopped with Freidkin's yell, the Hollistic duo wheeling Moloch down another corridor. Mona had transformed into the machine gun he was now holding, with conveniently infinite ammo. The Supervisor had decided to help them after all, being the muscle of the operation and shooting the path through back to the portal.

"There's more coming!" Sicillian called as they passed the blonde. He paused, raising his weapon slightly, but it turned back into Mona, the pale woman standing at his side.

"There's no time for more fighting, let's go!" She insisted, following after the two brunettes.

The group of four made it to the Incubus chamber without any incident, the door opening with the Supervisor's keycard. Dirk pulled the hospital bed the old man was on to the side, staring at the concrete indent he'd travelled here through. Big problem.

There was no more portal.

"Where is it?" The Hollistic Assistant asked anxiously. "The portal's gone!"

"Is that-" Freidkin was interrupted.

"Bad? Yes." Dirk swallowed thickly, face etched with worry. If their ticket back was gone, they were stuck. But it not being there could only make him infer something had happened to Todd and Amanda. And he didn't like that thought anymore than Sicillian, who had clocked the exact same thing.

"Well we have to do something-" Unfortunately, Freidkin was unable to finish his sentence. The blonde man found his attention drawn by a sudden burning in his abdomen, and looking down, he saw why.

The blades of a giant pair of scissors were protruding from his chest.

He made a horrible gurgling noise, blood seeping down his chin. The Hollistic trio had no idea what to do as he slid to the floor. They couldn't even see the bloodstains against his dark shirt, but they knew full well they were there. Sicillian choked back a gag as the metal points were removed from his body with a slick squelch.

The Supervisor's assailant was a Kellum Knight, but not one Dirk and his American partner were familiar with. He seemed different. His dirty blonde hair was straight, pushed back without a single break, each strand in a military line. The knight's face wasn't hidden behind a square helmet, letting the three get a good look at unforgiving onyx eyes and a black tattoo that covered halfhis face, blank spaces left to bear the insignia of the shapes Suzie Borten was so fond of casting.

"Dirk Gently and Sicillian Presque die and the prophecy is fulfilled." His voice was flat and monotone. The duo in question shared a fearful look, immediately linking hands as the smaller of the two raised her gun with a shaky hand. It was Mona who acted first, however, stepping forward protectively, spreading her arms wide. A steely look was on the Hollistic Actress's face. She wasn't going to let her friends get hurt.

But she needn't do anything, for no sooner had she stepped forward, than a single shot rang out, the knight's head lolling to his chest, also crumpling, a bullet implanted in his brain. The black haired woman reeled back, splattered with blood. Dirk turned to Sicillian, but she looked as shocked as him. She hadn't been the one to shoot. It was the person behind him.

The British man and American woman recognised him vaguely. He was certainly dressed a lot smarter, in a well fitting suit, but there was no denying. It was the dark skinned man the Hollistic Assassin had been with when she showed up at the Spring Mansion. What was he doing here?

"You? The... Bart guy?" The Hollistic Detective cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"Dirk, this is-" Mona didn't get to finish. The man, Ken, pulled the lever back on a big pipe-like machine he held, a spurt of white gas issuing from the end, making her fall backwards. Sicillian dropped her gun instinctively, catching the woman before she hit the ground.