Chapter 2: Grab and Dash Part 1

In the vermilion, the janitor found the navigation room. He sits at a table, shuffling through sheets of paper in a cabinet he found. Around him were several dead bodies and a destroyed compass, all of them riddled with bullet holes. The janitor glares at the sheets with every page; he gets more and more frustrated. After a 10 minute, thorough search found nothing.

Feeling Irritated, he gets up, tries to regain his composure, and starts to ponder. "Alright, so there's a good chance they might leave it in a particularly safe and not leave it wide open in a filing cabinet."

He began turning the picture frames to see what would happen, eyeballing the table for a button, testing the doors to look for any secret entrances, flip the carpentry, tapping The wooden floors below his feet. "Maybe the computer?" He thought to himself. 

 He walked over to a nearby monitor, pushed a dead body beside him, he proceeded typing on the computer. It was screen-locked. "I desire a passcode." He grabs His walkie-talkie to inform his captain. 

"Captain, I'm unable to find the sheet; I need to get to this passcode to find out where it is." "I don't think that would normally keep the sheet in one spot, possibly in Captain's quarters or something?"

"OK, K-12, let me see what I can do." "I'm gonna ask O-64 To send the passcodes to the navigation Room." In the meantime, stay out of trouble, don't get caught." "Yes, Captain."

 Another voice comes on the walkie-talkie. "No need for that, boyz I got it covered." "How is hell!?" Says the captain. A shadowy figure comes through the door, it's another janitor, But you can see his face. His skin was a light brown, Had chiseled features and Olive eyes.

 "Oh, it's you"  "Don't worry, captain, it's M-4." "We'll let him take it from here." "I guess." "Aye aye." They both said. K-12 stepped back from the computer and leaned against the balcony, well M-4 tamper's with the computer.

The two of them engage in conversation. "Okay, K-12, I could take it from here; just let me get to the passcode, and we'll figure it out from there." "Do you think they would keep it Here?" "I doubt it; it's a navigation Room." 

"If My hunch is correct, I think it's probably in one of the Captain's quarters or the Back Room." "If we're fortunate enough, we might be able to escape." 

M-4 turns to the bullet-covered compass. "I see you went to town on the compass, keeping the partons from tracking this down when we get out of here."

 "A few more minutes in the [Rotten Cobbler] comes in full swing." 

K-12 was silent for a little while, just listening to his conversation.

until he said. "So, it's finally time. can you believe it?" 

 M-4 response. "Yeah, I can't believe it myself." "Was so close to catching the treasure." "I'm gobsmacked too, K-12, But buddy, we're not supposed to talk to each other unless it's mission-related." "You should know that." "I know, I know I know." 

 "But I just can't comprehend how far we've come just to get this damn thing finally."  "It's like something I would daydream about, You know."

"Well, I had a feeling it was only a matter of time, but to be frank, I don't care for it." "Care for what?" "The treasure." "What!?" K-12 was taken back by that statement. 

Feeling bewildered, he says. "But you said the 1st time You found out the Copper Cave wasn't a myth; it was worth dying over." "I still remember how obsessed you were." "That was like two years." M-4 Interrupted. Plus, I was not that suicidal, for your information." 

"Then what's with the sudden change?" "I'm just so confused?" "You can at least give me that."  He gave a short reply. "Guess it was just a phase, I don't know?" "A Phase?" He whispers. "What!?"

K12 giving a glare, feels very unconvincing by his statement. "So you're telling me, after two years the number of people that died for this treasure, Our friends and families, and you say that you don't want it." "Because of a phase, is that what you're saying?" He said in a monotone vexation. M-4 turns to him in a severe stare and says.

"...No, it's because. "I have enough." "What do you mean?" "I have enough." "That's what I mean." "I have enough money to retire, I had enough fun being a pirate, I have enough stories to brag to my grandchildren about how awesome I was. "No more killing for gold and sport." "I have enough." 

K-12 assimilated those words. Get the fact that he's telling the truth; all of it was true. He respected those words. 

M-4 Continues. "Do know that corny lesson that the journey is more important than the goal." "I didn't get it at. First, my father told me, I thought it was just a lazy copout ending." "But now, now I understood what he meant." "Damn, Oldman, Is probably laughing at me while eating my fries and my words."

"Ok, okay, I get it." K-12 Interrupted.

 "So, what are you doing now?" "No, no, no, we're getting distracted, 1st. Let's focus on the mission." "Okay." Suddenly there were multiple thugs near the door, someone trying to break in; it was one of the patron's soldiers.  "Help me get this door open!" They yelled on the other side. 

 Both of them looked unfazed when back to their work. "I got it," said K-12 as he pulled out his pistol.

  "All right, ladies, give me the pros and cons of the situation." "It's going Swimmingly, captain; They're getting their asses kicked." "Now, all we need is the [Rotten Cobbler]! "Now, what are the cons?" The [Rotten Cobbler] Isn't here!"

"We're dying like Crabs in a barrel, and our bullets are getting cleared out like a pack of cigarettes!" "We need your stupid face over here, so they start shooting at you!"  As they were talking, the lady grabbed the nearest chair she could find and sat down.

 "Ohhh, and your boyfriend Henderson would like to see you as well." "He is  Pissed." "Good, I want to get my hands on that choleric, irritating cockroach." 

 "Son of a bitch had this a long time coming." "I'll be heading down their crew." "Anytime now, captain!" The man turns to the lady. She's sitting on a chair sharpening her nails. "Excuse me, lady dearest, but I'll be right back." "I will escort you to my shop very soon; right now, I must help out The Calvary."  "My crew members arrive here shortly to pick you up."

She gives a panicky reply,  "Hey, Hey, don't take too long. I want to get out of here!" "I don't want to be arrested. My Turkish is poor." "Don't worry, Señorita." If you're lucky, they'll shoot you'll before you go to jail."

The man reaches into his dress coat, pulls out a harpoon gun, Fires at a nearby Zeppelin, swinging away while the woman stands there flabbergasted. 

The man was swinging from rooftop to rooftop, Having the time of his life while he howled like a dog. Many patrons' soldiers catch on to this howling. "What the hell?" One said. "Who is that?" Said another.

 A body comes out of nowhere land's on top of a truck, giving a menacing pose. The fire behind him emanates his presence.

"Captain Benjamin's constant renege  Finally caught up to him." Said the silhouetted man. "I'm glad to be here; His goddamn lies will be the last one he'll spit." "He's gonna taste a warm gun of a BlackBerry bullet!"

The patrons get a good look at him, and once Their posture goes from confused to aggressive. "It's him!" "Mason Sierra!" Mason gives a devilish smile.  Oh, you got perfect eyesight, Pawn." "Can you see this?" BAM! He pulls out a pistol and blasts the nearest patrons' heads off. "Boys, it's Mason; shoot this bastard!" BOMB!

The man reaches into his dress coat, pulls out a harpoon gun, Fires at a nearby Zeppelin, swinging away while the woman stands there flabbergasted. 

The man is swinging from rooftop to rooftop, Having the time of his life while he howls like a dog. Many patrons' soldiers catch on to this howling. "What the hell?" One said.

 "Who is that?" Said another.

 A body comes out of nowhere land's on top of a truck, giving a menacing pose. The fire behind him emanates his presence.

"Captain Benjamin's constant renege  Finally caught up to him." Said the silhouetted man. "I'm glad to be here; His goddamn lies will be the last one he'll spit." "He's gonna taste a warm gun of my bullet!"

The patrons get a good look at him, and once, Their posture goes from confused to aggressive. "It's him!" "Mason Sierra!" Mason gives a devilish smile.  "Rrrrr, you got perfect eyesight, cherry." "Can you see this?" BAM! He pulls out a pistol and blasts the nearest patrons' heads off. "Oh, guess you couldn't, hahahahah!" "Boys, it's Mason; shoot this bastard!" BOMB!

Mason Backflips behind the truck. Takes cover behind the tires. Taken this opportunity, he pulls out a sword hilt, on the cross-guard popped out a blade. It was a dagger.

When the blade popped out, it gave a BlackBerry sent to it. Smelled like Blackberries. He Sniffs it. "Hey, cherries wanna taste." With his gun and dagger in hand, he pullslssthe suicide run towards the patrons as he laughs maniacally. HAHAHAHAHARRR.