X.A.N.A inc. HQ

*S walks down the same path as Sean and Denidile. While coming across another hallway, S hears Sean and Denidile*
Sean: What the HELL Dragon?! I told you to stay in the LAB!
Denidile: I'm sorry....I just th-
Sean: Thought you would piss me off easily? It worked. Oh so well.
Sorrow: Sean. Compose yourself.
Sean: Grrrrr! You heard me say that I forgive dragons. But, I still-
*Sean turns Half HB Rage*
Sean:HATE you dragons with a vengence.
*Sean pulls the UUEG on Denidile*
Denidile: P-please forgive me...
Sorrow: Sean!
*Sean freezes Denidile up to his neck. Then he notices S*
Sean:....

S: *watches* Whoa...Am I interrupting something, here?? *he pauses, then merely inches away down the hall* Errr...Don't mind me, chief...*walks away*

Sean:Grr...
Sorrow: SEAN!
Sean:!
*Sean returns normal*
Sean: Mrrmmhhh....
Sorrow: Look at what you've done.
*Sean looks, but doesn't see the problem*
Sorrow: You've made yourself what you hate the most.
Sean:
*In his shock, he runs straight into Slyce's lab/room, without unfreezing Denidile*

*Meanwhile*

S: *walking down a hall, then notices the morgue up ahead, showing a red glint under his fedora as he grinned* Pay dirt...

*He walks in, going into astral form as he hides in a large medicinal cabinet*

Xana Troop: *tending to his wounds, sighing* Man, this job is rough...What do we expect to gain from this, again?? AAAUGH!!! *blood flows out of most of his wounds, trailing off behind the cabinet*

Xana Troop 2: *tending his wounds and notices what's going on* Huh!? What th-AAAUGH!! *blood seeps out of his wounds*

Xana Troop 3: *watches with wide eyes* The medicinal cabinet!! It's pure evil!! *he runs out into the halls* AAAAAAAUGH!!!!

*Sean gazes upon the smithered ashes of what was Slyce's blueprints, alsthough Slyce was nowhere to be found. The ashes did however seems to have traveled into the hallway and electrons left by Slyce's leave made Sean's quills stand on end.*

Xana Troop: *running in the halls* Haunted medical cabinet!! Haunted medical cabinet!! AAAAAAUGH!!!

*Other troops watch him run*

Xana Troop 1: What the hell's gotten into him??

Xana Troop 2: Wait a second...wasn't that one supposed to be recovering in the morgue??

Xana Troop 1: Yeah, you're right...maybe he's hallucinating from blood loss or something. You know how that works...

Denidile: He left me still frozen.
Sorrow: I had to tell him.
Denidile: ....I think he can't handle most of the difficulties life gives him.
Sorrow: Yeah. He's still too young to bear all of those emotions. It's a wonder I haven't found in in a noose yet.
Denidile: D-don't joke about that! I do NOT want to envision that!
Sorrow: Hmph...What do I care?*Fades away*

Xana Troop: *runs passed Denidile and Sorrow* The morgue's been CURRRRRRSED!!!!

Slyce's room
*Sorrow fades into view*
Sorrow: President, your soldiers are acting like children. Go organize them.
Sean: .....
Sorrow: .....(He might be too young for this....)

Xana Troop: *reaches Sean as he catches his breath* Morgue! *huff* Cursed! *huff* Bad! *huffs once more, then passes out facefirst on the floor*

*Meanwhile, S was strolling down a hall, dancing and humming a little in his steps*

Sorrow: This is annoying...
*He posseses the intercom*
Sorrow: Soldiers! Attention!
XS1: Sorrow?!
XS2: Sorrow's dead! Ain't he?
Sorrow: As a spirit living among you, I thought I had nothing to worry about. But now I see that I still have run this place! Shape up now or I WILL posses Sean and personally shove his foot in each and every one of your ASSES! DO YOU WANT THAT?
XSoldiers: NO SIR!
Sorrow: Then show me the men that I trained to be the best soldiers in history! Find that S person and surround him!
XSoldiers: SIR, YES SIR!
*They sorm the hallway looking for S without fear*

S: *continues strolling, humming to himself, then notices some troops storming the halls* Uh oh.

*S quickly jumps into a wall in astral form as troops fly by*

Xana Troop 1: *running* I can't believe Sorrow is alive!

Xana Troop 2: *running* Forget that, just find that shady beatnik!!

S: ....(Beatnik??? Really??? Buncha schmucks...)

Just as the guards pass, a man is seen leaning against the wall of a small, alley-like cut in the side of the wall.

"Your quite the little intruder. Fancy meeting you here, I'm just here to...speak to an old friend. However, you seem to have some other idea in mind to have camouflage. And yes, I can see you-hidden or not, when I'm around THOSE kinds people, I get used to things like that. So, what's your name, intruder?"

The man stepped out of the shadows, it was visible that he was wearing a stripped Fedora that appeared to have taken a lot of damage over the time, of which it has. His brown, slightly-torn trench coat hung just below his ankles, and underneath it, he sported a striped tuxedo. What had really set this man apart is an odd briefcase that he was holding. It was dark brown, and had a three-clawed slash mark running through the front. His silver, slightly-bushy hair was half-covering an eye-patch over his left eye. This man looked like he'd been to hell and back-and metaphorically speaking, that was correct.

"My name is Cyrus. That's all you need to know about me."

S: *notices he was discovered, stepping out of the wall and becoming visible* Well, you're no slouch...The name's S. And before you go about considering me an *twitches fingers* Intruder, your friends already welcomed me with open arms...

*He walks off nonchalantly, unaware of who he was up against*

S: *gives a half-hearted wave as he walks* See ya in the funny papers, pal...

Haha, the funny papers. He was starting to like this trespasser. He didn't have much time though, as the guards came storming in, guns at the ready. Cyrus turned casually, facing his adversaries. He counted six in total-one leader and six troops. Ah, the memories this brings back. Too bad, he may have spared these people on any other occasion, but now was not the time.

"HEY! You, turn aroun-no. No, no, no. Not you! Your-"

Before the guard could finish, Cyrus pulled out two fizzling sticks of explosives, throwing them at the walls, creating a colorful and loud explosion that knocked the men unconscious and set off the alarm. Of course, this was no problem for Cyrus. He could probably blow the building up, but he doesn't have the time. Heh, could ya believe it, THE Cyrus doesn't have time? He remembered when he did have time as he walked through the flashing, smoking hallway very slowly. He took the grenades from the knocked-out troops, and use them to disable another group of attackers that approached him. If he was correct, then he'd be near his target soon. Sean, I'm coming for you. And you to, Sorrow. he snickered as he said those words, he took Sorrow down already, he was pretty sure he can take down his soul.

S: *noticed what just happened, flinching in the process* Whoa! *he looks back to see Cyrus walking by* Talk about freelance mercenary tactics...this guy's a natural! *rubs his chin* (Wonder if I should warn Mr. President so I'll stay on his good side...)

S: *smiles and decides to go into astral form, stepping through many walls in search of Sean* (Damn, this place is huge...and that alarm's annoyin' the crap outta me!)

*After stopping in another hall, he was spotted by a soldier*

Xana Troop 1: HEY!! *runs towards him*

S: *sports a red glint from his fedora as a small amount of blood floats from up his left sleeve, covering his hand and forming a sharp blade*

*There was a scream that caught the ears of nearby soldiers. When they reached where the scream came from, the soldier laid dead in a pool of his own blood with no one around*

S: *Going through walls, looking for Sean* (Small price to pay, but I'll make up for it soon...)

Axel: God damn it.
*Axel jumps into a shadow and rises from Sean's, who was currently on the roof with Shine*
Axel: Yo.
Sean: Trouble?
Axel: Like always.
Sean: Who is it?
Sorrow: Cyrus. He's back to pay his respects to me and to give you a visit all at once.
Sean: Right....*sigh*
*The intercom sounds again*
Sean: Attention soldiers. Forget S. There a guy named Cyrus in the building. Fedora, Trenchcoat, the works. Let him pass. Cyrus.....I'm outside on the lawn.
*Sean walks to the edge of the building*
Axel: Sean! This guy's too dangerous for you alone!
*Sean jumps off*

Through the window, a man jumps through the glass, his trench-coat acting like a blanket covering his body as he curls himself into a ball upon decent. The shards of glass break in mid-air as the man is showered with bullets-none hitting him, for he's falling at an alarmingly fast rate. Seemingly at random, a soldier pulls out a walkie-talkie and nods, motioning to his men to seize-fire. Cyrus uncurled himself, letting the trench-coat fill with air to act as a parachute as he fluttered down to the soft glass. After dusting off his fedora, he looked up, smiling. It seems he wasn't the only one with the idea of leaping out to meet his target.

"How've ya been?"

Cyrus said casually as the hedgehog man slammed down to the ground next to him, although he seemed to be unfazed. He stuck his hand into the side of the coat, and pulled out the destroyed briefcase, undoing the clamps on the top, and folding it down. He first pulled out a sandwich. How funny. Then, he pulled out a little glass vile, no, two glass viles, both filled with a florescent green material that was so bright it could be seen clearly in the sunlight.

"Feast your eyes, for this chemical is the reason I'm here. That, and the fact I will be dead in approximately five minutes, so make your chatter fast."

S: *while running, heard the intercom and stopped in a hall* Whoa...that didn't take long. *He looks to see everyone running in different halls, ignoring him as ordered* This guy must mean business if he's THAT much of a threat...

Sean: Three questions.
1. How've ya been?
2. What exactly is in those viles?
3. Why are you here?
You said to make it breif.
AxelSorrow: Sean...
Sean: What?
*Sorrow fades into sight for everybody*
Sorrow: I can answer those.
1. He's been planning this for awhile. Other that that, he's fine.
2. That's probably the Crawler solution. The first batch that made the Crawlers.
3. Here may be here to kill you and end my time as a spirit.
Sean: Wha-wait. You said you might die soon. What do you mean by that?
Soorow: He might die from your hand.
Sean: WHAT?! Cyrus, I don't want to fight you.

*OOC:I've been gone on VACATION(Camping), so that's where I've been the entire time, sorry for not telling you guys...*

"hm hm hmm hmm bwa hahahahahaha!"

Cyrus bent over a bit, coughing as he laughed. Quite amusing, these people, always trying to be a few steps ahead of him. But Sorrow was correct, at least, most of it was. Cyrus was not here to extract revenge, he had no reason, and if he did, he would've killed him before Sean even realized he was dead. No no, this was a more important matter.

"Right you are, my friend! This is the crawler solution, and I have been planning this for some time. But I'm afraid you will not end my life. They will."

Cyrus pointed at the building behind them. From here, you couldn't see much, except for two people swiftly leaping over and through the buildings, on their way to this very location. Cyrus pulled down his fedora, and smiled slightly. He knows that these two appearing so randomly would not only shock Sean, but he didn't seem ready to fight them. And neither was the un-sung hero, Cyrus.

"They shall arrive in approximately four minutes and fifteen seconds now, and that's all."

Cyrus turned, and uncapped the fluid. It was a florescent blue now, being exposed to the air seemed to change it's color and texture. After removing the sandwich, he threw the briefcase down. Now was the time to get serious.

"Not only is this the chemical that had started the Crawlers, but it also attracts them. It's like cow pheromones, it attracts the bulls..."

Cyrus began to smile, and even in the bright of day, it looked like the crescent moon. That's when it came into view-the swarm. A huge swarm of crawlers snarling and drooling over one another, attempting to claw, punch, and bite their way to the building. Cyrus waved the vile around like air-freshener.

"About four minutes now. And this one vile can only attract a few crawlers in a certain vicinity, but THIS can attract every one in this putrid city!"

He flung open his trench-coat to reveal hundreds of open viles of the stuff-he'd been attracting them all here himself, but for what purpose? Where those two men also attracted to it? And why was Cyrus here like this?

S: *standing with his arms crossed, tapping his feet as he pondered in thought* Hmmm...Eh?? *looks out the window and flinches* Whoa, boy...This can't be good! *goes astral and rises up to the roof, finding Axel* 'Ey, stretch! What's with Mr. Briefcase down there?? Is he a friend of yours or somethin'?? Also, we've got company just across town..." *he looks to the distance to see the figures advancing further*

*Crawlers crawl by while Axel speaks*
Axel: Crawlers. Lots of 'em. Huh? That man...is Cyrus. A very dangerous guy. Not just for his strength, but for his intelligence as well. He knows we're up here.
*Axel walks to the side of the building*
Axel: Go get Slyce. This might be a good lesson for him.
*Then jumps off. He fall into the shadow cast by the building and rises infront of Cyrus*
Axel: Woah!
Sean: Axel!

S: *scratches his head* Yeah...now if only I knew where to look. Sheesh... *goes astral and fades into the floor*

*He walks around, taking his time as he looked for Slyce*

S: Now if I were some kind of sciencey dragon guy, where would I be?? Maybe there's a lab somewhere around here...Wait! Amber! If I find him, I find Slyce! *he began to dash around the halls, looking for Amber*

*S finds Amber in the med room tending to some soldiers*
Amber: Honestly, the things that people do when they need to hide.