[url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-One-Confinement-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63553629#referred-OffTopic]Chapter One: Confinement[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Two-Surprise-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63580047#referred-OfficerNasty]Chapter Two: Surprise![/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=63594627]Chapter Three: The Mansion[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Four-The-Mountain-Pass-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63616181#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Four: The Mountain Pass[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Five-Darkness-in-Destiny-City-Attack-of-th/en/Forum/Post?id=63649315#referred-AttackoftheAlts]Chapter Five: Darkness in Destiny City[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Six-Meanwhile-in-Bungie-PalaceAttack-of-th/en/Forum/Post?id=63662728#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Six: Meanwhile, in Bungie Palace…[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Seven-An-Unexpected-Proposal-Attack-of-the/en/Forum/Post?id=63672818#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Seven: An Unexpected Proposal[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Eight-Ambush-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63688919#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Eight: Ambush[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Nine-The-Trek-to-Mount-Infinity/en/Forum/Post?id=63728219]Chapter Nine: The Trek to Mount Infinity[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Ten-Taken-sorry-for-the-delay/en/Forum/Post?id=63808480#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Ten: Taken[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-11-The-Powers-Vested-Within-Attack-of-the-/en/Forum/Post?id=63889481#referred-OffTopic%20%28Offtopic%29]Chapter 11: The Powers Vested Within[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-12-Aftermath-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=64010590#referred-OffTopic%20%28Offtopic%29]Chapter 12: Aftermath[/url] [u]Chapter 13: Captivity[/u] Greene awoke in the back of a poorly maintained van. The stench of burning marijuana bombarded her senses as she tried to move but was halted by her hands and feet being tied up. An unconscious Smiggles was lying next to her, a large bruise protruding from her forehead. She listened in to a conversation going on between her captors as she tried to remain still. “Ohhhh dude, this is some good cannabis.” “It’s like I’m floating in space or something, brahhh.. ahahaha..” “Hey Camnator, how far are we from the palace?” “We’ll be there within the hour. You bastards better save some cannabis for me or I’ll sever all of your booties and mount them on my wall!” Greene tensed up as she remembered the battle that occurred in Destiny City and realized who was in the van with her. She heard one of Camnator’s thugs shout an expletive and saw a joint fall directly in front of her. “Sorry boss, I just dropped a joint.” “Then pick it up, you incoherent squirt.” The thug turned around, leaned over the back of his chair to reach for the fallen joint, and noticed that Greene was awake. He closed his eyes and started to giggle as he picked up the joint, lit it, and stuck it in between his lips. He grabbed his cannabis blaster and flipped it around so that the butt of the weapon was facing Greene. “Time for your nap, little grill!” said the thug as he lifted up his blaster and whacked Greene across the forehead, rendering her unconscious. Greene eventually woke up face down inside of a dull, gray room. She sat up, feeling woozy from being unconscious for a prolonged time, and shuffled up to the chain-linked door keeping her locked inside. As she was looking around the surprisingly elegant hallway, she noticed a disturbingly familiar figure coming from the first floor of the building and walking down the hallway towards her. It was Scarecrow, the deviant who attacked her and the rest of the Flood’s Salvation in the mountain pass and nearly killed them. Scarecrow didn’t notice Greene leaning against her cell door until she spit at him when he walked by and said, “I should’ve guessed you work with JOHN CENA, you psychotic bastard!” He stopped in his tracks, wiped the spit off of the burlap sack over his head, and clenched his fist. All of a sudden, Scarecrow phased directly in front of Greene with his hand around her throat, squeezing and choking her. Greene tried pushing up on his forearm to loosen his grip, but she was unsuccessful. Her gaze was locked with his, and all she could see was a dark, tortured soul. “You’re lucky I’m in a rush,” said Scarecrow as he let go of Greene’s throat and walked away. “Or I would recreate your biggest fears for insulting me.” She remained behind the cell door, gently tending to her neck that was bruised from Scarecrow’s assault; her gasping and choking for air caused an unknown disturbance in her room. She turned around to the sight of a strange woman wearing a generic blue jumpsuit sitting up on a dingy bed in the back of the room. They both looked at each other with the same confused expression. The woman yawned, outstretched her arms, and asked, “Who the hell are you?” Greene had an even more perplexed look on her face as she replied, “Who the hell are [i]you?![/i]” Scarecrow ascended the flight of stairs and entered the royal chamber of Bungie Palace where JOHN CENA was located sitting atop Achronos’s throne, Shadows loyally on his lap. He approached them and yelled out JOHN CENA’s name, but he was too busy flirting with Shadows and was unaware of Scarecrow’s presence. Eventually, Scarecrow dragged his needles across the tile floor, creating a deafening, high-pitched screech that grabbed JOHN CENA’s attention instantly. “Well, look who finally decided to pay me a visit,” said JOHN CENA as he motioned Shadows to retreat back into their room. “Why aren’t you kneeling before my presence, peasant?” Scarecrow scoffed at JOHN CENA and clenched his fists, trying to suppress his anger. “I will never kneel before a liar and a dong-spinning imbecile!” JOHN CENA’s face was flushed with red in response to Scarecrow’s insult. He shifted in his throne and contained the urge to summon Scarecrow into a meatspin vortex. “How dare you call me a liar? I have never lied!” “I did what you asked of me, and you promised me payment in return!” Scarecrow reached into his pocket and revealed a letter with JOHN CENA’s seal of approval on it. “But you send this letter, telling me to kiss your ass? HA!” “So you’re mad about that, huh?” asked JOHN CENA as he rose to his feet. “Our agreement was for you to [b]kill[/b] the Flood’s Salvation, not let them embarrass you.” “I supplied you with valuable information on where they were headed, which you used to tell your pothead general where to go. If it wasn’t for me, Camnator wouldn’t have captured two prime subjects for your experiments!” JOHN CENA remained standing next to his throne, visibly annoyed by Scarecrow’s demands. “That wasn’t in the agreement,” said JOHN CENA as he raised his arms and instantly summoned a large group of Alts who all appeared to be identical to him. “If you want to live, I suggest you leave my palace!” “This isn’t the last you’ve seen of me, JOHN CENA!” exclaimed Scarecrow as he turned around and stormed out of the chamber. Greene slowly backed away from the stranger in her cell, wondering if she is safe or a threat. The strange woman lifted herself off of the bed and gingerly walked towards Greene, trying to keep her calm. “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” she said, trying to coax Greene towards her. “Where’s Smiggles?!” asked Greene, her back making contact with the cell door, meaning she couldn’t back away any further. “Smiggles? Is that the girl who was brought in with you?” Greene nodded nervously, her heart rate rising and breaths shortening. “Calm down, I know where they took her. You might want to sit down for this.” Greene leaned back against the wall and slid all the way down until she was completely seated, not once breaking her gaze from the woman. She scanned her jumpsuit and noticed a sticker on her chest which read: “Quarantine.” The woman sat back down on her bed facing Greene, and explained the situation. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm pretty sure that, as we speak, JOHN CENA is conducting his experiments on your friend Smiggles." Greene's eyes widened in horror and her voice trembled as she asked, "What do you mean by 'experiments?'" "Well, ever since JOHN CENA took over control of Bungie, he has been trying to create the 'perfect Alt.' This Alt would be more powerful and more intelligent than any of the Alts that he can spawn out of thin air." "But...why us?" asked Greene. "Why can't he just use any of his own men?" "His theory is that, since Bungie's female population is so miniscule, that the secret must be hidden within our DNA. He's already experimented on Kiyo and I. I'm fortunate enough to have kept my sanity, and since the experiment was such a failure on me, they labeled me as 'Quarantine.' Kiyo on the other hand...The experimenting turned her into a deranged, sex-craving maniac. I'm not sure what will happen with your friend." Just as Quarantine finished speaking, there was a sudden, loud noise emanating from a slamming door. Greene got up and turned towards the cell door, only to see two Alts dragging Smiggles across the floor, a light blood trail following behind her, and into an empty cell across from them. She noticed that Smiggles's hair had been shaved off and some sort of weapon was surgically attached to her, which replaced her right forearm. The Alts unlocked the empty cell, threw the heavily sedated Smiggles inside, and locked her up. JOHN CENA came down from his chamber and confronted the Alts. After a short, quiet conversation, the two Alts left the Palace, leaving JOHN CENA staring at Smiggles in her cell. He suddenly turned towards Greene, a sinister smile plastered on his face, and said, "The Zygluta Project is complete."