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\n I shall apologize later! Right now, you’ve got a story to read! GO, GO, GO!!!...Oh, that’s right. AHEM...

\n All Characters © of me. Any likeness is probably just a coincidence

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\n David walks up to the security booth, and shows his government ID. The guard looks at him and presses the button to the intercom, “You know, I could recognize you without the card, right?”

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\n “I know,” He answers back, “It’s just a standard procedure, right?”

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\n He opens the door, and let’s the wolf in. As David walks down the hall, he hears the sounds of insanity all around him. He looks for a particular room number, he said it was a quite obvious of what he’d ask for. He stops in front of the door with the big 1337 on it, and slaps his forehead.

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\n David opens the door, and Shawn looks up at him, “Why, hello David!” he says in his usually cheerful manner.

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\n “Hi, Shawn. Do you have a moment...or are you doing something?”

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\n All around the room was pictures that he had drawn. He had drawn them in pencil, pen, charcoal, paint, watercolor, and even one drawn in crayon. But the images themselves were the weirdest part of it all. There would be pictures, ranging from a bouquet of flowers to a pretty gruesome death scene, “No, not really.” he sets down his drawing book on a stack of five other ones.

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\n “Not really,” he lied, “I was just coming to check up on you.”

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\n “Captain Alexander,” he says in a mocking tone, “Both I and Author know that you have a more serious question to ask.”

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\n “Who’s Author? Is he a friend of yours?”

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\n Shawn sighs, “It’s okay, man, not everyone can hear you.” (Author: Hey, I’m fine with that.)

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\n “Anyway,” David tries to seal up the fourth wall, “I was reading something, and I need your help on it.”

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\n He spreads his arms, “Ask me anything, I’ve got plenty of time.”

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\n “What do you know about a group called, “The Brotherhood?” I’m not sure, but you have lived in darkness and mayhem longer than I have. Can you tell me of anything you know of them?”

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\n Shawn’s smile seemed to melt right off of his face. With it gone, the darker side of his world was showing, “Have you ever heard of a "Mavros Complex"? It was coined by a friend of mine from “Australia”. It’s when a person has the notion that he should be on top a situation. So, what does he do? He puts all of his energy, time, and skills into getting there. Once up there, though, he destroys everyone who also wants to be up there. He puts all his ambition into stopping others with the same ambition. The Brotherhood was, in a way, a very short lived social experiment to Mafia standards. Led mostly by anthros who were usually shunned by society, they ruled the underground of crime, extortion, drugs, spy operations and prostitution rings for almost 10 years. Before the flooding of NYC, the top dogs lived in the city. Afterwards, they couldn’t find many of them. They basically fell apart under no rule. The man who was in control of it all was a man named Archibald Drachi. He had taken the Mavros Complex to a new a daring height. He DIDN’T die in the flood. In about 2696, he apparently disappeared under mysterious circumstances two days before. I, personally, believe that-”

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\n “...He went into hiding in another time.”

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\n “EXACTLY!” he says loudly, “One of his top lieutenants worked on the original time machine!”

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\n “Michelangelo Ruyhorné!”

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\n “Yes...are you reading my mind or something?” he asks jokingly, “Anyway, I believe that they might be somewhere in a another time. Stuck, due to the flooding of New York. I think that he might actually be somewhere in the city. Of course they probably relocated after I spoke to them. But, try to look deeper into this world. I could still hold some secrets yet!”

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\n “Thanks, it really helped!” he shook his hand.

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\n The regular, happy Shawn comes back, “Okay see you some other time. Maybe we could play some Scrabble!”

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\n David nods, the walks out the door. He thinks to himself Damnit! This might be more difficult than I originally thought. Maybe I can get something from the FBI’s database. I imagine that I’ll have some thinking about other matters too, but I can manage. All I need is to find who Shawn talked to and- Shawn’s words snap back into his mind, and he races back down the hall. He burst through the door, grabs him by the neck, presses him to the wall above his bed, and yells “What did you mean by, when you spoke to them!”

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\n “Well, I guess Scrabble is out of the picture-”

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\n “TELL ME!!!” He screams, shaking him violently.

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\n “Alright! Alright! Lan told me to get in contact with them as a fail safe. You know, in case he lost and/or died, which he did. Looks like you’re in trouble!”

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\n “Why is that?”

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\n “On my list, I had “Spy Operations,” right? So it may be that one of your team might be going AWOL as we speak.”

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\n “Which!”

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\n “I don’t know-” he squeezes tighter, “but I can narrow it down for you. First is the cat, he hates cats, contrast to other evil villains. Next is the Monkey, he particularly dislikes humans for the soul fact that he’s a racist. That leaves the Bird and the Lizard. Both are candidates. You should run!”

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\n He drops him, and runs out into the cold night.

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\n May was sitting down in the living room, reading the fifth manual in the stack. She had changed into a long sweater, because the heater was broken. The cold had gotten to Xavier, and he went to fix it. Setting down the papers, she heard a noise on the other side of the radio. She picks it up and says into it, “Can you repeat that guys, I’m getting some static.”

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\n “MAY!!!” she heard David’ voice on the other side, but it was covered in a layer of interference.

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\n She tried listening to it, but it seemed to malfunction, and spark. She tried to fix it, but was interrupted by Xavier’s door closing. She turns to see him take off the top layers of his clothes, revealing a sweat-covered shirt, “Oh, Xavier, just in time. The Radio just died for some reason.”

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\n He snorts, “How surprising.” he says condescendingly.

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\n “What’s that supposed to mean?”

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\n “First, you tamper with the heater to get me distracted. Then you go and break our way of communication,” he throws a pair of heavy pliers on the table next to her, “I found that next to a cut cable AND it was inside the part of the wall next to your air conditioner!”

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\n She stands up, “I’m shocked that you would think that!”

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\n He walks up to her, “I’m only going to ask once, who are you really taking orders from?”

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\n She gets a little upset, “I, honest to god, have no idea wha-” it happened so fast, she almost didn’t register it. The next thing she knows, she was on the ground, ears ringing, and a stinging pain on the right side of her face.

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\n Xavier flexes his fingers, and a cracking sound comes from them. He picks her up by the collar of her shirt, and now has level eye contact; she no longer feels the carpet, “I have a standing order to remove any rogue element, or soldiers that can’t are unable to follow orders. I’m sorry, but it’s your choice to not cooperate.”

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\n She grabs his legs with her talon-like feet, and drives her beak into his left eye. He screams, and falls back. As he falls, she rolls over him, going into her room and closing the door behind her. He gets up, bleeding heavily, and takes out his gun. Xavier shoots three bullets into the door, and then May opens up the door. She returns the fire, and he ducks behind the armchair. They keep shooting at eachother for what seemed like an hour, then She inserts her last clip of bullets. She was currently on the receiving end, but when he reloaded, she ran for David’s room.

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\n Xavier runs in after her, slams the door, and shoots her hand away from the box on the table. Fresh blood shoots from her hand. Only grazing her hand, she tries to point the gun at him, but she was being held by her collar, “What’s your problem, Xavier! We’re on the same team!”

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\n He looks at her...well, the best he can anyway, “I can’t trust you, and nether will David!”

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\n She grabs his own collar, trying to get away from his grip, “You’re lying! David will trust me because he's m-”

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\n The bursts open and David pulls out his gun. May turns to just look at him. Xavier pushes May away from him, and then points the gun from May, to David then back to May, “She was trying to kill me!”

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\n She looks at David, and starts crying, “It’s like he’s gone crazy or something. I’d never do something like that.”

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\n David shifts the gun in between the two, “Damn it!” He looks at the two and points it to May’s chest. He closes his eyes as a tear runs down his face. She looks at him with wide eyes, and feels a bullet go through her thin body. A splash of blood sprays the wall, and a neat bullet hole lies in the center of it. She hits the ground, and the light leaves her eyes. He opens his eyes, and drops his gun. He slides to the ground, and cries to himself, “Why, did you make me do this!”

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\n “She-She tried to kill me! Even going so far as to half-blinding me.” He puts his hand over his still bleeding left eye, stopping some of the blood, but not all, “I had good reason t-”

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\n “You better!” he snapped. He grabs his gun back and points it at Xavier’s chest now, a wild look in his eyes, “Explain, or you’ll die too!”

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\n “I’ve had someone spy on her for two weeks,” David's gun shakes slightly as Xavier takes the brown wrapped box off of his desk, and opens it. He pulls out a folder, and throws it to the ground, the contents spilling in front of him, “Take a gander.”

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\n He sees many pictures of things that made his stomach quiver. But the more he saw, the more he wondered. Pictures of her trading stuff with some groups of people here and there, but nothing that eye-catching. Then he saw it, the one picture that got him mad. She was sitting, naked, on the lap of someone, who’s face was shaded beyond recognition. The thought her with another man filled him with rage, and he throws the picture away from him. In a jealous rage, he yells, “You disgust me, Xavier, you know that!”

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\n “I’ve told you nothing but the truth! She had been giving our information about our future to people go they can succeed, or in one case, her own body to some man to get repaid.”

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\n He takes the box and empties it. Twenty or so pregnancy tests fall onto his lap, and they all were marked as invalid. Attached to them were names and dates written in her hand writing. A couple of them were politicians that he had met with once or twice, but he didn’t know them personally. Then he saw one of them, marked with a pregnant symbol, and the word, “His”

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\n He looks up, and Xavier says, “One of those bastards actually got her-”

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\n David cocks the gun and stands up, “Finish that sentence,” He puts it to his chest, “I dare you to!”

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\n “I’m not the enemy here! She is!”

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\n “Three things of what you did wrong: One, you tried to work off my emotions to get me to believe you.”

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\n “Captain,” Xavier steps back, “Think abou-”

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\n “SECOND!” he pushes him with the gun, “Since you clearly shot up the place, I doubt that you would just have all your information in the one room I’d had to choose between a friend and another friend!”

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\n “I think you need to just calm down and-” he bumps into the desk, throwing off his thought.

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\n “Third, and your biggest blunder. You forgot to check the body!” Xavier looks to where May had fallen, and she was gone.

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\n The cord from the phone wraps around his neck, and chokes him. May as on the other end, “You're gong to die, you asshole!”

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\n Earlier

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\n May and David hug and she hears a faint *click* and he says, “Keep to yourself, and try to stay low key about it. We’ll sort this out later. Remember that I will always love you, both of you!” He grabs his coat and walks out. She calmly goes to her room, and locks it behind her. She looks to her side and a dim brown light comes from her pocket. She grabs the Air Conditioner from the walls and a pair of pliers from her dresser.

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\n She cuts the wire that connects the heater to the house, and replaces the unit. She instantly feels the effects of the cold, and shivers. She grabs a sweater that reaches past her waist to cover the Regeneration Charge at her hip. Pleased with herself she picks up the pile of folders and books to start her work.

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\n She grips it tighter, “You should explain yourself, and fast!”

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\n He turns his head around to see her, “You think I can bend that fast? I have more abilities than you think I do!”

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\n He laughed, and he disappeared; his clothes falling from where they hung in the air. They both stare in shock as the cord goes limp, and the door’s hinges fly out. They run after the trail of dripping blood, and turn the corner to see the door just closing.

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\n May and David stare in silence, and then they collapse into each other’s arms. Their lips meet and they look at each other’s eyes, “Are you okay, I hope it didn’t hurt too much!” he says reminding himself that he had shot her.

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\n She punches him in the gut, “That’s for the pain, but I still love you!” she kisses him, and he just stares at her with wonder in his eyes.

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\n He grabs her shoulders, “Hey, I thought ahead, didn’t I?”

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\n She sighs, “Should we get Michael and Bones back here?”

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\n He looked around, “I told them to come back as soon as they could! I wonder where they are...”

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\n Bones dives past the window, and the lady hands him his hamburgers. Pulling into the parking lot, Michael says with a mouthful, of food, “Don’t you think we should be getting back now?”

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\n He turn to his friend, and laughs, “Nah, I’m sure that the three of them could handle it,” he takes another bite, “besides, these burgers haven’t changed in over 700 years!”

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\n “Yeah,” Michael says after swallowing, “exept, it’s against the law to make burgers from cow after the Bovine Revolution in 2632.”

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\n He snorts, “I think that they still taste good, if you know what I mean.”

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\n “YEAH!!!” he fist bumps him and continues eating.

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\n David looks at the clock, “They are so dead when they get back.”

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\n I got really mad! I had it all finished, then my computer lost the file. GRRRRRRR!!! It was also why I took so long to upload this part, along with how long this part was! (10 pages to be exact). And thank you to a “certain” person for the inspiration of this part of the story, that right you know who you are.