Eden

"Welcome to The Eden!" The man danced about, his right hand men all standing at their spots, staring grumpily as the group entered through the rear entrance in their battered car, following him down the ramp.

Shane was still confused, why 'darling'? What was his intention? She felt cold, a sense of falling into a trap in life. But yet somehow feel a sense of warmth. Everyone did.

The place was not like The Light of Men. Instead of enforcement vehicles, they were all military hardware. Tanks and armored vehicles sealed but ready for an assault, missiles carelessly placed up on a corner with weapons propped up on crates. Behind was the only sense of vehicles similar to their end with SUVs and sedans but they were all black. Further back was the only posh place in the heated furnace. Five out of place posh sport cars seemingly belonging to him. A truck transporter was also right next to his collection, seemingly telling them that his collection could be larger. As they head to their designated lot, medical staff were waiting.

They carefully propped the two sick patients to the medical room, Sylvie trying to follow them when two large men blocked her path. Trying to move her back towards the dancing man. The man removed his hat and looks up, showcasing brushy hair amongst a old exterior, shaking hands with the group.

"Hello, my name is Linoleum Al Bonds. Also known to everyone here as Lord Bonds. You may personally know me-" he introduces himself when Shane slapped him. Derek looked at the man he claims to be his father,in frustration of his authenticity as everyone else was shocked.

The large men immediately tried to grapple Shane with force, pinning her onto the dusty concrete floor. They were about to beat her up when Linoleum intervened.

"It's ok. Release her, she probably is having trouble accepting." He tries to comfort her but she simply looked away, such a pervert for saying darling.

"Anyways knowing that you guys are not part of Sector B, you guys will be staying in the building. We will help you all whatever we can in the meantime," he brings them up the elevator. The lift badly needed refurbishing, a cargo lift with smells of sanitizer and faded 90s beige interior. The cargo lift screeched and wobble up the building, struggling to lift the ten people inside it as it hit the 200th floor, their temporary home.

The low-ceiling place was filled with walls of faded white and buzzing lamps. It was obvious that before they entered, the place was made for soldiers or servants to sleep. The rooms were like a bunker back when they were in camp, just a bed and a chest for storage. In the middle of the place was a work bench, a TV and a small kitchen with furniture based off what a normal person would have. The place still had a great view over Sector B in all the rooms, but the structure was far from lavish. Although they may have far more plush rooms at higher floors.

"Note that your clothes have already been prepared and food ingredients are somewhat ready. Come up to the 100th floor when you are ready." He takes a bow and leaves. Knowing that his appearance would only stiffen the already tense mood.

The group quickly got to work as they tried to cook their lunch, a bag of instant noodles that took up half of the cabinet in the kitchen. Preparing for the future. Shane meanwhile stared into space in her bed, a single bed by the corner.

What is up with that guy? Why did he claim that she herself was his daughter? All she remembered was that she awoke in a large white bed, medical equipment all around, attaching to all sections of her body amongst her other colleagues as a bunch of doctors and a large man wanders through to check, with compassion. Though she never stopped to question her existence, she always wondered why. Perhaps he may have been involved in all of her colleagues awakening in the same few wards.

She sweat buckets, panting from her recent job. Torment with new questions as Derek, who has finally come to accept he is not getting what he wants, sits by the bed opposite hers and talked uncertainly, "You still hate him don't you?"

"Look I'm just as furious as you are and yet, after all of this bullshit, I'm still here. Why don't you just sneak in for answers in his home. I mean I do that when I'm close to death."

Shane was trying hard to simmer down. Unable to believe that for this moment now is that he became a teacher. A very bad teacher in fact as Baku hearing his conversation interrupts him, still furious at Shane for bringing him in.

"You have yet to have the right to speak to her like that. Prove yourself first!" Baku spoke in a childish like manner. It felt hard to laugh at her speech as Derek looked at Shane. Questioning why he should stop comforting her.

"What is this child even?" His words pissing Baku off like newly created popcorn over her short stature as Hanson, who had just entered the room, struggle to stop giggling.

"I aM NOt a ThINg!!!" Baku retorted as she crossed her arms, storming out of the room. Hanson, bursting out laughing finally when she was away quickly explained to him, "That is Baku Abioye, Blaze who is a 9-year-old robo-" as he explained Baku intervenes, screeching close by from the alley as if she is about to explode, "I'M A CYBORG NOT A ROBOT!!!"

He shook his head, grinning as he continued, "Anyways Shao Lin said that lunch is ready. Once we are done, we can quickly prepare for later," he moves away, Derek following him behind as Shane look on. Demoralized on her thoughts and her actions. So willing to trust that being to it's advantage then and yet still be foolish enough to not know how they appeared.

Meanwhile back in Sector A

"Well well well, look who we have here." The black goopy creature crackled, the mechanical parts fizzling as it looked onward. President Saxon is taken hostage along with all of his superiors in Saxon's office. The aged chubby men looked on with fear, the rope tied so hard that it felt scalding amongst the soft skin. Ken's and Ambar's green glowing eyes pierce through any innocence. The infected group of people all crowding around like flies.

The Light of Men was on lockdown. The people somehow all lacking knowledge that the Sector has fallen. Line of newscasters line up the already cleared street outside headquarters, the iron sliding doors still sealed shut to the new terror. The goopy creature lurches on towards Saxon, grappling a plague with his full name, the sharp edge nearly grazing his skin.

"How do you activate this machine?" It points up above to what looks like a bunch of wire attached to a machine with the word: GALED SYSTEM as Saxon resisted, shaking his head violently as the sharp edge is driven into his skin, blood leaking out profusely as his supervisors whimpered in fear.

"Let me reiterate this again. How do you activate this machine?" The creature warned in a low sounding voice, seeming as if he is really going to kill him. He struggles to keep it hidden with sweat dropping onto his newfound wound.

"I don't know. And you all will never know about it!" The man looked at him defiantly in the eye as the sharp neck is driven deeper down his neck. He winced as he finally let's go.

"Look, I don't know what you guys want... to activate this machine you need to turn on that switch... just don't kill me because of-" Saxon pleaded for his life as he is lifted against the wall. His superiors looking down, upset that he had to say it. But they all knew that just the switch wasn't enough.

Ambar switched it on as it grinned, "Nice. Finally I can start my work!" Above, a large beacon activates an 'antenna' which hissed violently, voltage rocking through with lightning as the gauges all bobs up and down, ready to fire what was hard to contain.

"Fire."