With the breaking of the greatest Pact--the revelation of the Safe Havens' collective existence--the barrier of every haven has fallen, leaving them open and vulnerable. Xirxine, the Avatars, and the Worthy are working around the clock to maintain g...
"So... this isn't how I thought this would go at all," Snake remarked.
She, Latika, Bari, and the chairpersons stood in the middle of a cave, surrounded by Cthulhu cultists—or Cthylla cultists, they supposed. None of them were wearing their masks, so they were easily identifiable as escaped convicts.
"You honestly thought you could barge in here and take us on?" Cierra scoffed in disbelief, the tentacles on the left half of her face writhing. "You're more foolish than I thought."
"How many times have I heard that before?" Renee muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Your game's over," Pop sneered, cocking her gun. "And the end ain't gonna be pretty."
"Maybe not—but we'll try to tidy up as best as we can," Bari responded.
"Nice," Abidan commented.
Suddenly, the emergency channel on Renee's communicator activated with a burst of static, and an unfamiliar voice ordered, "Stand down, Faithful! I repeat,stand down!"
Everyone in the cave froze.
Renee looked from left to right, eyes wide. "Um... who is this?" she asked.
"This is Cthylla, Daughter of Cthulhu, the Great Primordial," the person on the other end snarled. "I have forged a temporary alliance with your Protectors in a joint effort to put an end to the Convergence."
Bari, Snake, Latika, Renee, and Abidan all looked at each other. "Well," Bari said simply. "That was... unexpected."
"Yes, it's wonderful, isn't it?" Cthylla replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Your precious Avatar has advised us all to convene at the border with the unfaithful military." Her voice lowered to a growl as she added, "But make no mistake, fools—when this is all over, I will murder each and every one of you."
The channel abruptly closed.
"...O-kay," Snake said slowly. "So... I guess we're not gonna die today."
"Lucky us." Renee pocketed her knife while Abidan did the same and Bari put away his machete. "Alright, ladies," the chairwoman said to the cultists. "Looks like we're teaming up."
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Xirxine International.
Dr. Woods tapped her foot in thought. "Hmmmmm," she said, drawing out the sound. "They've used up half their time, the cheeky lot. Still formulating plans to rescue their dear director, perhaps?" She cast a glance in the unconscious Mr. Barakoa's direction. "The fools. There's no way they can reach him without getting past me first."
"They'll try regardless," Kipzie muttered. "They fancy themselves heroes." He scoffed. "Delusions of grandeur."
