Alec walked to the cockpit of the Leviathan, taking a seat in the co-pilot seat next to Whisk. Alec looked over at Whisk, noticing a patch on the right arm of his worn-out, black trench coat. The patch read: “Dagul ob-Cutotaz” It had a skull with torn wings, a burning thorn bush under the skull, and the skull was cracked and had tears of blood. “Dagul ob-Cutotaz,” Alec said, looking through the ships windshield. “Didn’t know any of them nut jobs were left.” “I’m the last one.” Whisk responded, not surprised by Alec identifying the patch. “Didn’t know you were a fan of Tolkien’s’ work. What are we to do about So Fawn? I called Pheln and Lyle; they say So has gone into hiding.” “For now,” Alec said, leaning back in the co-pilots seat. “We’ll return to your hanger.” “Are you going to contact the Council about this?” Whisk asked. “Yeah,” Alec responded. “Then we’ll hunt So Fawn.” Whisk successfully flew the Leviathan back to in its layer, landing with a loud crash. As the engines powered down, Alec and Whisk walked out of a door off to the side of the Leviathan, just to the side of the cockpit. Alec walked over to the table in the hanger over near Phelns workshop. Alec sat down at one of the chairs and removed his helmet. Alec was nervous, he hadn’t spoken to the FOTC Council in a while; the last time he did he was still human. The hanger was empty now; Alec was the only one there with the Leviathan. Alec took out his wives dog tags from his belt, that Spencer had given him; Alec then replaced one of his own tags with one of his wives on her chain. Alec got up and walked to Whisks’ room, just down the hall from the hanger knocking on Whisks’ door. “What’s up,” Whisk asked with a yawn as he answered the door in his sleeping attire. “Put these with my box,” Alec said, handing him the two remaining dog tags. “Alright,” Whisk said, taking the dog tags. “Hey, whatever happened to Daniel?” Alec had started to walk away, but turned around. “He was killed on an operation we were on,” Alec responded. “Eleanor, Daniel, and I were tasked with stopping a high jacked vessel that was heading for Mars. The Fallen had killed the pilots and had routed the ship towards the sun instead, crippling the controls before escaping in the escape pods. We separated the ship in half by detonating explosives that Eleanor and I placed to separate the ship, but Daniel had been trapped in the command deck. Daniel held the detonator, he sacrificed his life to save Eleanor and I, as well as the rest of the crew. Eleanor, the crew, and I tried to get him out, but he said it was okay, it was his Destiny to sacrifice his life. Then he detonated the explosives.” “Did you try your best to get him out?” Asked Whisk, with a very sincere tone of sarcasm. “We tried to find the blue prints to the ship,” Alec responded. “But the crew didn’t know where the prints were in the computer. I even tried ripping the doors to the command deck open with my bare hands, but it was to no avail.” Alec then turned away from Whisk and started to walk down the hall way again, heading outside. Whisk waited until Alec was down the hall when he put the tags with Alec’s box. Just as Alec was about go out the door to the outside, he was stopped by Pheln. “Where you off to, Alec?” Pheln asked, stopping Alec at the door. “Need a lift? “No,” Alec said in a stern tone. “I’m going to speak to the FOTC Council on our situation. I’ll be back.” With that, Alec walked outside, the door securing itself behind him. Alec walked the twelve blocks to the FOTC building; as Alec walked up the steps; various Guardians littered the front of the building, filling the square; a fountain in the square had a statue of a fallen general by the name of General Flax that the Guardians saluted as they passed it. Alec walked through the front of the building through the glass doors into a small waiting area. The flags of the various factions lined the walls; Alec looked at them with displeasure in his mechanical eyes. Alec approached the security booth in the center of the room; it was the only way to get into the main lobby. Everyone had to go through a bios can and background check, just to get in. A wall divided this area from the main lobby. “Name,” Asked the droid sitting behind the safety glass of the check in desk. “Alec Blackwater,” Alec responded in a dark tone. The droid then did a quick scan to check out Alec’s background, an alarm went off as the scan came up negative. This however didn’t shake Alec; he stood there until suddenly the alarm stopped. “Sorry,” The secretary droid said. “You seem to be missing from our records; however, you have been given a pass. You may proceed; an escort will be with you shortly.” The door to the right of the security desk opened up, allowing Alec to pass through into the main lobby. The lobby was full of Guardians, walking to and from their business throughout the many hall ways. Three marble statues stood with their backs together in the center of the lobby surrounded by a fountain; the statues were of three of the original Guardians: Samson the Mighty (Titan), Ammihud the Adroit (Hunter), and Zedekiah the Wise (Warlock). Below the statues was a plaque that read in Latin: “Memini noster Ruinosa Countubernalis” These three Guardians were but three of many idolized fallen brother and sister Guardians of the city. [b]Continued below[/b]