"Woooooh!" Men and women were clapping on the platform as the helicopter descended down on it.
"There we go." A man helped down Terrick as he limped his way forward.
"Careful. I got her." Llywelyn was carrying Kali in his arms.
"Make sure we get a gurney over to the helicopter. Cover him at least with a sheet." Lang said. People were fishing out Clark's body.
"Be careful with him," Terrick said as he sat down on the ground, wheezing out a sigh.
"I will say you guys put on a phenomenal show!" Pandora floated toward them.
"Yes. It was an honor to work along side you. You did your job. Now it is up to the rest of us." Shogun said. A clap echoed over the platform as a man came walking.
"Hehehe. Yes. Truly a magnificent show. You dealt with the lowborn of those fuckers, leaving the heavy lifting to the rest of us." The figure walked toward them.
"Do not speak." Shogun turned to him annoyed.
The figure was tall. He was of slender build, wearing a long black cloak, floating in the wind. There was something about the fabric which made it look like it was part of the night sky in the background, flickering into and out of existence. He wore black pants and black patent leather shoes. His hair was a bright purple and he had a jester mask attached to his face, but the eye sockets were cut out so you could see two spiraling purple eyes behind the mask. His hands were covered in tribal-like tattoos, but they almost seemed like they were moving.
"Oh, finally came out to the platform." Pandora grinned.
"Who is this man?" Shogun asked.
"Shogun. I introduce to you. One of the greatest information brokers in the world and also a hitman. The Manipulator." Pandora grinned.
"Pleasure be mine." He bowed down gracefully.
"What do you mean...lowborn?" Terrick looked at him.
"Oh, nothing, my comrade, but do remember that these four you just faced were just rabble compared to the horrors still left in there." The Manipulator's voice was smooth, but there was a sinister undertone.
"Say that again!" Terrick grabbed the dagger. The Manipulator swung his arm out the coat, showing that his arm was covered in bags and pockets. The tattoos on his arm began to spin around fast. The two stared each other down.
"HM." A voice rummage through the area. Heavy footsteps approached.
"Thanks, Diver. There is no time for infighting!" Lang shouted. Next to her was the one she talked to.
The monster next to her was around two meters and fifty centimeters tall. Clad in an iron suit. Every spec of his body was covered in metal. His face was in a diver helmet with one big red glowing dot like a Cyclops eye. There were pipes coming out the back of the helmet, but they were just hanging loosely around his body. His upper body had shoulder pads made of plates of metal and a giant X-formed metal band screwed through the suit into the body. His right arm was free with heavy fingers. One finger was missing which was the ring finger. His left arm was whole, but there was a harpoon thrust through his elbow, seemingly stuck. It was rusty and cracked. His legs were heavy with what looked like chains wrapped around them. So when he walked it was both heavy and loud.
The giant just took a few heavy steps forward, standing in between Terrick and Manipulator.
"Fine, fine." He sat down in a chair.
"I am simply here because we have to decide our next plan of attack." The Manipulator said.
"Wait, we doing a meeting. The rest of us?" Pandora floated over.
"Yes. We are just missing-" Lang looked over at the platform.
"Sorry, I'm late." A girl came walking.
