The Last Resort

"Get up you sorry shits!"

"JON!"

He woke up with a start. He hated reliving that memory. Whether it was in dream form or just envisioning it, feeling frozen as he experienced the sense of loss and panic when he hears that gun shot ring out. It didn't matter anymore though, he was up, Evan there right beside him in... Y'know, that was something to distract himself with, where the fuck were they? It was dark, almost dark enough to blind him, but that was probably just him readjusting his eyes. His ribs were killing them, he rushed his hands across and felt where the metal was implemented.

"Jon, c'mon, get up." Evan said, sounding a bit aggravated.

He rose to his feet, nearly bumping his head against the ceiling of the shorter cell they were in.

"Yeah, yeah I'm up... What is this place Evan?" Jon said, groggily.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? I've never been locked up."

"At least we know this isn't just a random prison in Toron-"

All of a sudden, a powerful burst of water came flying in from the darkness, sending Evan and Jonathan careening into the wall and pushing them to the floor. The water powerfully spraying their faces, preventing them from crying out. By the time it stopped, they didn't even get a chance to respond when a figure emerged from the darkness. He was laughing himself silly. He was a taller fellow, a bit chunkier, with blond hair. He was wearing a generals uniform.

"You are DAMN RIGHT this ain't no normal present, heh." The man was followed by a smaller man, couldn't have been older than 21 years old. He looked to be of Mexican decent. The man opened pressed the button on the wall across the room, opening the cell wall. Evan and Jonathan stared in utter shock as the man walked away, until...

"... What are you waiting for? Get up you sorry shits!" He said, before leaving the room entirely. The younger person stepped forward.

"That's Tyler... He gets carried away with this shit. C'mon, get up, we got a lot to show you!"

Evan and Jon were puzzled. They had no fucking idea where they were, if it was safe, or if these two could be trusted. But alas, it didn't seem like they had a choice. They scampered to their feet, and followed after.

Beyond the cell room was a HUGE base. It seemed like something the UN put together. There were people working all over, speaking into Bluetooth mic's, typing away at computers and hurriedly rushing around, running papers and documents to other people. It was hard not to get lost in the damn place. Tyler and his friend led them to a smaller board room. It housed a board room table, with many chairs around the table. A projector was set up at the front of the room. Tyler, then spoke up.

"Hello boys, my name is Tyler, and this here is Lui, my assistant. Now, I know you're wonder why you are here, what this place is, how'd we find you etcetera, and etcetera... and etcetera. And you'll be told this... By Lui. Because I couldn't care less about "Night Owl" or his blue sidekick." Lui stepped to the front of the room, while Tyler took his seat.

"Evan, Jon, we have gathered you here because we believe, that even as bad people, you can give back to the world. You see-"

"No, hold it. Hold the fucking phone. How the hell did you do you know who WE are?! And better yet, how did you find us?!" Evan said, in a blind fury.

"Evan, please calm down. Y'see, it isn't as far fetched... Well, yes it is, but if you insist, we know that you and Jon are all over the news. All it took was one thing... Your symbol."

"My what?"

"The symbol? Owl, black and gold, looks like two V's?" Tyler named off.

"What about it?"