Razor: A New Threat(6)

The Shadows

I hold the badge as I stand up from the table. I'm an Elite. A few weeks ago I was against them, now I am them. I look up to him and he has a smile. I don't know what game he is playing but he is playing one.

"Why?" I ask. His smile fades.

"I don't understand." He says.

"Why me? You know my family. So, why?" I ask.

"I believe people make their own paths in this world, regardless of their parents." He says. I look down at the badge. Then to Grant. He looks at me, questioning my questioning. I throw it in the table.

"No." I say. Paul stands.

"What?!" he yells.

"I'm not ready or worthy. I'm not one of you. When I'm ready I will talk to you. Until then, we are just associates." I say and Paul kicks back his chair and walks into the other room.

"Well that went great." Clark says, still holding his side.

"Why the hell did you lie?" Grant says in a low voice so Paul won't hear.

"We don't even know what that was. How the hell were we supposed to explain it to him?" He says back. Grant sits nervously in his chair.

"We are treading on thin ice. Paul doesn't take that kindly." He says. As I open my mout to talk I hear a slam from the door way and a gun shot go off. I run towards the noise. I find Paul knocked to the ground holding up a gun towards a black hooded figure. He fires and the man disappears into the shadows, literally. He shows up behind me and holds a gun to my head.

"Drop it!" he yells. Paul holds up his hands and places the gun on the ground. "I just want your help." He says.

"Why the hell would we help you?" I say and he pushes the gun on my head.

"Because I know who helped Adam port become what he is." He says. I turn towards him. The gun now placed to my forehead.

"Who?" I ask.

"His name is Josh. Josh Adams." he says and Grant has a look of anger stricken across his face.

"We will help." Grant says. He puts down the gun and turns to him.

"Good." he says.

"Wow, hold up. We don't even know him why would we help him. He just broke into our house." Clark says behind Grant.

"You know Josh needs to be stopped." He says, his anger rising as we talk about it. I can see his hands start to glow.

"What's your name?" I ask the new comer.

"Charles." He pulls back his hood and I can see his dark face and bright greens eyes. Grants hands lack the energy glow from before.

"Nice to meet you Charles. So who is the Josh guy anyway?" I ask.

"He is a Meta radicalist. He pushed for the Meta supression act so he would know where we all were and held the senator at gun point to so his bidding. I don't think he is ready to stop there." He says. Grant steps closer.

"How do you know Josh?" Grant asks.

"We had a... Encounter before the bill passed. I wasn't able to stop him there. That's why I'm asking for your help. After his acts with the bill and his involvment with the Phoenix, he needs to be stopped." He explains.

"He was at the battle of San Francisco?" Paul asks.

"He fought on our side. He joined the phoenix, but when the undead leader rose and changed their plans, he defected and tried to stop it. I tried to stop him in the prosses, but he is too strong." He pulls up his shirt to show a large burn on the left side of his abdoman. "He shot a column into the air and clipped me as I slipped away." He explains.

"I think we could help. We just need your help getting out of here and taking out Adam Port." I say and Grant gives me a look. "He is our current priority. We can deal with Josh later." I say and he keeps his glare on me. But I feel like he knows I'm right.

"Ok. I'm in to help take him out." Charles says to me. Paul stand to my right. He doesn't look happy about this partnership. I give him a look and he gives me one back.

"Alright. So what is he?" Paul says looking at me, then turning to Charles. We all move to the dining room from before and sit down.

"He is scientist. A biomilecular engineer. He was dying of cancer, so he was trying to find a way to live on and beat the cancer. So, he created microbots. They can build more of themselves as others get destroyed. So if you shoot, stab, or mutilate him, it's no use. I don't think anything can slow him down, let alone kill him." He explains.

"I can." I say and he looks at me.

"What do you mean?" He asks me.

"If I shock him his healing speed goes down drastically. I saw it happen. That's how we could get away all the other time." I say and he puts his hand over his mouth and runs his face, trying to think.

"My question is how does he tell the microbots what to do? There has to be something doing that." He says.

"If anything that was on the arena when it crashed. Its probably destroyed now." Grant says.

"Then he wouldn be dead or in able to regenerate. Which isn't the case either way." He says. I get an idea.

"What if it wasn't on the arena, but it was with him the whole time." I say and they look at me. "Why keep your life source where anyone can get it? If anything it would be on a cell phone or a portable transmitter." I say.

"I saw him have a phone." Grant adds.

"Then that's it. We have to get the phone." Charles says.

"Because that's the easiest thing to say, but to do it is practically impossible." Clark says.

"Not necessarily." Charles says.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Clark asks. Charles grown a smile.

"It's simple. We kill him."