Enmeshed | Hank x Y/N

Enmeshed 15 - The Final Wish

It was cold. The panorama of Nevada Central shifted underneath your feet. Roofs of the tall buildings veiled in a thin layer of white snow, giving the impression of a whole other city. A whole other place.

Slowly, you stretched your arm out of the broad helicopter window, catching a small cluster of snow mid flight. Admiring the strange, unnatural shape the ice took form in. Little, tiny cogs. A scenic reminder of Nevada shifting ever so slightly to it's doom.

It's been 3 days since the Slaughter Time incident. It hasn't stopped snowing since. Alarmed by the anomaly, Doc ordered your recovery to be cut short, hence you're now on your way to locate the mandatus.

D9 was sitting in the back of the helicopter, consulting with Doc who has remote control over the enmeshment drive.

Usually, facing the Grand Steward would be the most stressful, challenging act you'd have to put up at the end of your endeavors. Yet after your encounter with the green colored humanoid, you realize that there are far more formidable beings dwelling within Nevada.

You look up at the sky. The usual red obstructed by the noise of infinite snowflakes, dancing across the sky. For an omen of doom, the sight was inadvertently alluring, calm, serene.
You don't know if it's due to what happened on the arena or the strong pain killers you're under. Your chest was still in shambles. Ribs stung with every breath or any micro movement affecting your chest.

'Hey.' A voice distracts you form your thoughts.'We're almost there.' D9 remarked as he hinted towards a desolate building within the industrial area.

He shoved a weighty dissonance rifle into your arms. An overly costly, enigmatic armament capable of disintegrating any sort of living matter. A necessary investment to help you defeat the monster in your current state.

You whimpered sharply as as you struggled to holster the hefty weapon onto your back. Occasional twinge reminding you of the sustained damage.

You've been through worse before. You defeated the monster twice already and got your hands on the most overpowered weapon black market can offer. There's no way you won't be able to do it.

A slow pant leaves your mouth once the weapon was secured in place. The maneuver alone being enough to form small traces of sweat on your forehead.

D9 observed form the side. Disquiet. He took a step forward and crouched down to you.

'Here...' He pulled out another syringe containing morphine, a strong pain suppressor. His other palm held open in front of you, hinting you give him your arm.

'...' You comply. Feeling the previous meds wearing off.

He took your arm and laid the needle flat against your skin. Pushing it in slowly, steadily releasing a generous amount of the drug directly into your vein.

You sighed deeply as the relief came almost instantly. But along with it came something else... A deja vu of sorts... a comforting feeling.

'You okay there?' D9 asked perplexed.

'uuh yeah.. thx deimos...'

'Deimos???' He questioned baffled.

'...fuck.' You facepalm yourself at what you just said. '...it's nothing, forget it.' How the hell could you make a correlation between these 2???

D9 rose a brow and let you be.

The layer of snow underneath the helicopter spiraled away as the machine came to land.

Slowly, you stepped out, D9 following after.

There you were. In front of the hefty, austere building looming over you. It's metal doors wide open, revealing a snow covered entry.