[url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-13-Captivity-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=64069001#referred-OffTopic%20%28Offtopic%29]Chapter 13: Captivity[/url] (From now on, I will only be linking the previous chapter so I can save more space for the actual story. If you want to see any of the other chapters, just follow #AttackoftheAlts) [u]Chapter 14: A New Plan[/u] The Destiny Purifiers, Hawke, Rampant, BaconShelf, the Northerners, and the two alien lovers briskly walked back through the deserted city and eventually made it back to the manhole leading to their headquarters. As PsychBot reached down and started removing the cover, Vien and COWPIE stepped forward rather urgently. “I feel you no longer need our help,” said Vien, “COWPIE and I are going to make our way back to his Fun House.” GrandmasterNinja looked at him with a scoff and said, “What? But you two just helped us kill all of those zombies!” “Yeah, and you managed to reunite me with these assholes!” exclaimed Rampant, turning to Hawke and BaconShelf, who only shrugged in response. “WE’RE TRULY SORRY,” exclaimed COWPIE, “BUT WE’VE DECIDED THAT WE WOULD JUST GET IN THE WAY OF YOUR PLANS. WE HAVE…[I]NEEDS[/I] THAT MUST BE FULFILLED.” TBlocks jumped at Vien and gave him a gigantic hug, a single tear falling from his eye. “I’ll miss you, eh.” Vien wrapped his arms around TBlocks and motioned COWPIE to start walking towards the exit of the city. “If you ever need us, you know where to find us.” He said as he caught up to COWPIE. The rest of the group waved goodbye as the two lovers, with Vien’s arm around COWPIE’s waist, walked into the sunset. PsychBot removed the manhole cover and allowed everyone to hop in, one by one, before climbing in and covering the hole back up. As they turned towards the heavy steel door of the headquarters, they saw a very familiar face sitting on the ground next to it. “Officer Nasty!” exclaimed Hawke as he ran towards him. Officer Nasty jumped to his feet and exchanged a fist bump with Hawke. “Glad to see you’re back in one piece,” said BaconShelf, offering a fist bump to Nasty. “To you as well, Bacon…” said Officer Nasty as he looked through the group members and noticed the two Northerners, who were unfamiliar to him. “Who the hell are they? And why are they wearing moose-skin hats?” He continued to search through the sea of faces but couldn’t find Greene or Smiggles in it. “Where are Greene and Smiggles?” Before anybody could answer, Napalm pushed through the group and unlocked the door. “We’ll explain inside,” said Napalm as he lifted the hatch and pulled the door open, allowing everyone to funnel inside. They were all met by a rather nervous Recon, who motioned them all to meet in the common area. “Did you find what you were looking for?” asked Recon as they all sat down in a ‘U’ shape facing him. “Hell no,” answered GrandmasterNinja. “The hangar was empty, as I predicted, and the entire mission was a waste of time. Plus, two members of their group were captured by Camnator.” Officer Nasty’s eyes widened in horror after hearing the news, “What do you mean they were ‘captured?’” Hawke put his hand on Officer Nasty’s shoulders, guilt emanating from his body language. “Bacon and I were supposed to guard them while GrandmasterNinja was fighting Camnator, but I was shot by a weed blaster and everything just fell apart.” Officer Nasty looked to Recon in hopes he could gain some answers. “Where do you think he took them?” he asked. Recon pondered his question for a moment before giving an answer. “I’d assume they are in Bungie Palace as we speak.” Recon shuffled over to an empty chair and sat down, for leaning over on his cane started to become tiresome. He looked throughout the seated members awaiting his instruction and noticed somebody was missing. “Did something happen to Daisy?” Upon hearing Recon’s question, Napalm’s eyes turned stone cold, and PsychBot froze up in his place. They haven’t told anyone what happened to Daisy and Gatsby, it was only a matter of time until someone started asking. A memory suddenly dawned on Officer Nasty when he heard the name Daisy. He remembered speaking to a sobbing, depressed Gatsby in his mansion only a couple days ago, and he promised him that he’d bring Daisy back to him. “Did you just say ‘Daisy?’” asked Officer Nasty, reaching into his pocket and showing a picture of her that Gatsby gave to him. “[i]This[/i] Daisy?” All eyes in the room turned towards Napalm, who was visibly shaking in fear, as if he was suffering from PTSD. “She…She was attacked by a Destitard,” said Napalm, trembling as he spoke. “But we didn’t know until…until Gatsby found her. He was so stricken with grief that he wanted me to…he wanted me to burn him and Daisy together.” The entire room was dead silent at this point, until GrandmasterNinja broke the silence. “So…What the hell did you do?” he asked irritably. “I burned Gatsby alive, okay!” exclaimed Napalm as tears began gushing from his eyes. “I tried talking him out of it but he wouldn’t listen!” He vaulted from his seat and stormed out of the cavern in a sobbing fashion. “I’d react the same way,” said PsychBot, blankly staring into space, “If I was still capable of feeling emotion.” GrandmasterNinja stood up in the center of the group. “Look, shit happens, right? Especially in this godforsaken wasteland,” he said, trying to get everybody else on track. “But JOHN CENA is still out there killing and imprisoning everyone who doesn’t share his vision of the ‘Perfect Flood,’ which means we have to suck it up and move on!” “He’s right,” said Recon, as he began stroking his beard. “But we must still remember the fallen. Please, Grandmaster, have a seat.” GrandmasterNinja nodded and obeyed, sitting back down in his place. “Now, since you could not find a plane, I have a new plan. Are all of you familiar with the trolls?” CND’s head perked up after hearing Recon’s question, and answered, “Of course, eh, they always hang out in Support City!” TBlocks finally stopped sipping his maple syrup and added, “That’s right, eh. The trolls always seemed to like messing with us, but why do we need to be familiar, eh?” “Even before I became a Ninja, the trolls would alternate causing chaos between the cities. They are able to do this due to an extensive system of underground tunnels that spread throughout each city. I’m sure that their Destiny City tunnel is loaded with Destitards now, so my plan is that your group head to #Gaming, go through the tunnels from there, and enter Flood City from below.” “Are you sure we have to go to #Gaming?” questioned BaconShelf. “I used to go there a lot before A-Day, and let’s just say they don’t really appreciate my ‘type.’” “What do you mean?” asked Officer Nasty. “Well…I actually like Halo 4!” Hawke turned to BaconShelf, his face showing extreme disgust. “You like that shitty game? What the hell is wrong with you?!” “I always knew there was something off about you,” added Rampant. “Something off about me? You’re a psychotic asshole whose mouth foams more than a bubble bath!” exclaimed BaconShelf, clenching his fists and edging towards Rampant. “That’s enough!” Recon commanded, hitting the floor with the bottom of his cane. “I am sure everyone who lived in #Gaming is dead, just like every other city, so you should be fine.” Before Recon could continue, Officer Nasty interjected. “Wait, you said ‘your group.’ Are you guys not coming with us?” “I’m afraid not.” Recon answered, looking towards PsychBot. “That’s right, we have unfinished business here,” said PsychBot. “According to my calculations, if we allow this disease to go unaffected, the collective force of all of the Destitards will completely annihilate the planet. We must stop this infection before it spreads outside of Destiny City.” “We’re called the Destiny Purifiers for a reason,” added GrandmasterNinja. “Okay then,” said Officer Nasty. “Sounds like we’ve got ourselves a plan.” He motioned his group to get up and head towards the door, but the northerners remained seated and sipping their syrup. “Are you two coming with us?” They both gave each other reassuring glances and jumped to their feet. “Of course, eh!” exclaimed CND. “We’re sick of freezing our asses off up there in Support!” They grabbed their jars of maple syrup and headed towards the door with the remaining members of the Flood’s Salvation, who retained the weapons they received from the Destiny Purifiers. Before Officer Nasty could meet with them, he felt Recon’s hand upon his shoulder. “I forgot to ask, did Silent Bob teach you the magic of muting?” asked Recon. Officer Nasty felt a light surge of energy flow through him, which was surely just his body adjusting to sharing a conscience with Silent Bob. “Yes, I completed his trials.” Recon nodded and lifted his hand from Officer Nasty’s shoulder, allowing him to gather with his group. “Good luck to you all,” said Recon. He dropped to one knee and bowed his head, “May Achronos watch over you and keep you safe.” The departing group all dropped their heads towards Recon’s blessing. “To you as well,” Said Officer Nasty, as he lifted the hatch on the heavy steel door, pulled it open, and led his group outside to embark on their mission to #Gaming.