Helix Operatives: Creation

What just happened: Ceves

It was later as Werlan and Data drove up in front of a large police station. The station had large barbed wire fences around it with a large cold exterior with no windows and a large metal front door. "You sure they're in there?" Asked Werlan to Data, looking up at it.

"Yep, that's where the cell phone is pinging from," said Data as he looked at a map on his computer. "So, we're doing our normal thing of going up, knocking on the door, and falling through a trap door?"

"No... Fuck... What court house are they being transferred to?" Asked Werlan as he drove off.

"What?" Asked Data as he looked out the back-view camera.

"That thing is a max security jail. We'll be fucked if we even try it. Even with our powers. I can assure you that the fence is electrified, there's at least a hundred heavily armed guards, and it's probably trapped let alone a maze inside... Trust me, we don't want to do that again," said Werlan.

"Again?" Asked Data.

"I said too much," said Werlan as he parked in a hospital parking lot a few blocks away.

"Werlan, exactly what do you know and why?" Asked Data as he lowered the top of his laptop. "Or am I going to have to wait until you start talking in your sleep again?"

"I don't talk in my sleep," said Werlan as he took off his hat and brushed it.

"Bullshit, just tell me while I hack into their systems to get the details," said Data as he opened up a web browser on his laptop.

"I'll just say this. I trained with my dad's old fighting buddies after he went missing and I found them. I learned my fighting from them... even they say I'm too natural at it," said Werlan as he put his hat back on.

"Un hun... Wait... You didn't...?"

"We did... It was supposed to be simple. They were sick, the power was out... We did our best but... They... It was a trap, they ran in and... It was just blood everywhere and... I was ordered to run, the last thing I heard my commander tell me... I... I came to the United Republic after that, in some dumb ass excuse to find a use for this but... I-I just needed to get the hell out of there after that... I-I could never go back," said Werlan with tears in his eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I-I need a moment."

"Hey, hey, it's okay..." said Data as he put his paw on his friend's shoulder. "W-What about your mom? Isn't she still up there?"

"N-No," said Werlan as he rubbed his eyes with his sleeve. "She bought the club that I grew up in... Hell hired all of them in there. And basically, she's planning on moving to the F.A.R. when she can... I might've told her I was working for it though."

"Might've? You told me in your sleep that you did... Well you acted like you were talking to your mom but still," said Data. "You think she'll have enough to bring all of her girls down here?"

"First of all, it's a second location. Second, there were guys that worked there too," said Werlan.

"Oh... Did you ever...?" Asked Data.

"Yes, when I was old enough, I entertained. Used to be a bouncer up until then though," said Werlan. "After that I added bartender and entertainer after I came of age for both of them."

"Bouncer hun? That's the most believable of all of them," said Data.

"And not a bar tender?" Asked Werlan as he looked over at the computer. "Any luck with the hack yet?"

"Well you've never drank at all, and you don't give off the impression of a drinker. And I'm down to at least three courthouses they could be sent to and I'm narrowing it down with a cross reference between points on the arrest documents," said Data.

"You're not supposed to drink while bar tending, and how many court houses are there?" Asked Werlan.

"Okay, good point, and the program is checking every location that is mentioned on whatever documents they have with the keyword of court. The problem is is that Seeker was a lawyer, so he's been in a lot of courts and they kept track of all of his cases," said Data.

"Well... Cancel it, I know where," said Werlan as he looked out of the window.

"Wait, why?" Asked Data as he looked over at him.

"Look up there," said Werlan as he pulled out his cellphone and started to take pictures. Data looked up at a rooftop next to a courthouse to see two figures setting up some kind of device on the roof.

"What the fuck?" Asked Data.

"One of them matches the look of one of those Gene Fucks," said Werlan as he compared his pictures to a news site. "Looks like they're planning something."

"Yeah... You think that they're going to try and help us?"

"Don't know yet. Let's just play it safe and be ready. I'm bringing the heavy ordinance this time," said Werlan as he got up from his seat.

"Right and... Hold on, I got the court room number... hacking into the cameras and... OH FUCK!" Yelled out Data.

"What?" Asked Werlan as he grabbed an M870 shotgun from the couch he slept on.

"It's not a court room, it's the gallows," said Data as he looked through the live feed of the cameras. The room had a number of seats around a large metal frame with seven nooses hanging above a series of trap doors.

"Oh fuck," said Werlan.

"Yeah, and the trial's scheduled for tomorrow... And there's one other thing. A VIP guest," said Data. "The Emperor."

"The Emperor? I'm starting to think," said Werlan.

"Security's going to be tight."

"Yeah, but you can alter magnetic fields, right? And create them?"

"Basically, yeah... You want me to create a magnetic field to alter bullets, right?"

"Right, and hopefully around the others too as to prevent them from just getting shot."

"I'd have to be close to them to do it, and judging by the feed there'd be too much metal the fields could be stuck on."

"Shit... There's too much of a risk then... Fuck, think King, think..." said Werlan to himself.

"Maybe I can help," said a voice. The two turned to the door to see a dark figure standing there.

"Who are you?" Asked Werlan as he aimed his shotgun.

"Lower it," said the voice. Werlan slowly lowered his weapon, pointing it at the ground.

"Now," said the voice."Listen to me..."