Jean wipes the back of the truck as we limp over, "Need a hand?" She yawns while waving, "Just don't tear your stitches." "Oh wow, you do care." We slowly crawl up, "You better be sterile Bolt." "Does an alcohol wipe bath count?"

Jean shudders, "Sure." "Any calls yet?" She sighs, "Yeah, they've been working me all day!"

*We found a soldier in a trash can, Jean?* She groans and pushes a button, "Who is it?" *Oh my god! It's Gladius!* She springs up as I lean forward, "You gotta let me come along." She put her palm on her chin, "Sit up front." "Yes!"

We get out and Switch pokes, "Why would they let him go?" I rub my chin while getting up into the passenger seat. "Must've caved."

"What's that?" I laugh and turn to the generic-soldier, "Oh, nothing." He drives us out of gate one and turns on a siren. The acceleration sends me back into the seat. I buckle up before he whips to the right. "Shit!" "Why'd you come if you're injured?" "For a comrade." After about ten minutes of getting swung around, he slows to a stop in front of several armored cars. I slowly get out and we limp over towards Gladius.

He lays there, no arms, just the artificial shoulders while cuts and bruises line his body. My jaw drops as he grins, "They did not break me." I smile, "We have very different definitions."

He coughs up blood. "You might be right." Jean runs over with a stretcher. The driver, Jean and several others heave him on and roll him onto the truck's ramp. I glare at Jean, "You had a ramp this whole time?"

"It's only for people that can't walk, dufus." Switch laughs behind me, You want me to you shut off? I shake my head and have him walk us up. Gladius gasps, "Is everyone alright?" I lift my shirt to my neck, "Tango suffered way less, no sign of Fox though."

He coughs, "They were looking for Milo Matthews, desperately." Jean grins as she doused a rag in alcohol, I swipe it and she glares at me. "Hey!" I raise my brow, "Are you a sadist?"

She swipes it back and starts poking his wounds. He winces as she talks, "I don't like to see people die. Gladius smiles, "Definitely a sadist." She pushed the rag back on him and he roars at the pain. I laugh as she smiles.

"At least she gets her kicks." "Damn right." *We're heading out, shut the doors.* Jean looks at me, "Sure." I shut the doors as the driver gets in again, *We got that other stretcher?* She leans in, "Yeah, who is it now?" *It's the other one, Fox.*

She frowns, "Another trash can?" *Yeah.* I sigh and smile, "And that's the whole gang." Jean glares at me, "In poor

condition." She quickly turns and raises my shirt, "Wait- one of your bruises, it's gone?!" I rub my chin, "Is it?" I can

feel Switch smile,

"I was able to speed that up." I gasp, "I didn't even touch you, relax!" "By communicating with your nerves." My eyes widen. What is your fuel? "Unknown, Nick." I look down, Who made you? "It'll take a while to decrypt that file."

The truck stops and Jean opens the doors. "How long?" "Who're you talking to?" "Unknown." We hop down and walk towards the alley.

Fox lays under Jean, same as Tango's condition, light bruising, starvation and dehydration. Jean was pouring water

for her. "I don't know anything." We kneel down and I lean forward, "You're safe now, Fox." "Oh, it's sexy."

Her mind wanders off before going limp. Jean looks up at me, eyes wide, "Did they break her?" I rub my chin, "Probably not." People take pictures ahead. Words are spray painted on the wall, "Game on, Peacekeeper!" Games, could it be Grand master then?