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Primo Victoria: Part II is the fifteenth episode of Season One of. It is the second part of the season finale.

Synopsis
Operation Primo Victoria continues.

Team B
"MR. LI, STOP!"

"We're going to fucking die!"

"Are you out of your mind?!"

The screams continued as the driver continued to drive towards the flames, a look of stanch determination on his face. The creatures continued to bang on the roof of the car, their screams still just as haunting and bone-chilling. Then, the old man drove them into the flames.

"STOP!!" Blossom's loud scream rang through the air, as flames lept into through the open windows and whipped around the vehicle, the screams of the passengers even louder as they docked for cover where they could. The beings attached to the car dropped as they continued through the flames, letting out ear-splitting screams.

Once they made it to the other side of the bridge, Li slammed the breaks of the car, pulling it to a stop, and wiped sweat off his forehead. Somehow, maybe by pure miracle, he remained unharmed. He quickly glanced out the back window of the car, noticing the beings were paused behind them, most in a giant pile of burning bodies. Feeling a small sense of relief, he then began looking down at his companions. "Are all of you okay?"

"No, we're not fucking okay!" Blossom screeched as she sat up in the car, holding her left arm due to feeling intense pain from various burns on it.

"Oh, okay. The first aid kit is back there if you need it," Li said, as he flipped the windshield wipers on once again, scraping the charred remains of the creatures from the windshield. "At least we all — except for the things — made it out alive."

"That fire was traumatizing," Chris said, relieved that he was alright. He turned to Li, feeling a bit mad. "For future reference, never do that again, even if you are trying to save us."

Samuel looked around him. "What the hell, old man?! Did you ever take a defensive driving course in your time as a taxi-man?" he shouted to Li.

"Old man?! Are you questioning my driving skills?! Let's see you try better when you have demon things punching the windows and roof of your van!"

Melissa grabbed her arm, she had been burned by the flames since she had been seated next to one of the windows, she glared at Li. "We don't need people going crazy and doing risky things, driving us THROUGH fire was stupid and risky! In fact why are you even here? Aren't you a little old to be on a mission?"

"Come on guys, we don't have all day!" Blossom interrupted, opening the first aid kit back up again and using some of her water to cool the burns. "Let's get a move on."

As Steven writhed in pain from the mysterious blue flames, he turned around to make sure they were safe. Thankfully, there was nothing behind them — but a collection of corpses, burning in the mysterious wall of fire. Where, how? he thought, his head spinning.

Samuel looked through the shattered glass, Remnant Rock now closer than before. The surrounding area, previously looking like a grayish clay — was now revealed to be metal. The complex itself was a massive, gray, featureless building. Empty boats stood docked and ready, platforms stood above the sea, and black lighthouses watched over the area. Intending to get a closer look, Samuel looked through his rifle's scope. Hmph.

"I think I see a few guards, not sure. They're in this odd, green armor. Do we continue driving, or go on foot? Not to repeat what happened last time, but this car isn't safe."

"The boy is right. We need to get out of this van" Li stated, beginning to get up from his seat. "I can tell it suffered internal damage from that fire and could go up at any moment. Go, move, now, hurry, run!" With that, the old man was out of the van, with the others following behind quickly.

Blossom ran along with the others. As she ran, the details of the guards standing in wait on Remnant Rock began to become more vivid. Their odd, green armor was the color of vines, with their helmets following suit. Their long, thick boots were the only part that were not green and were instead black. As Blossom stared at the guards, what she did not realize was that she was slowing down and the rest of the group was way ahead of her.

"Come ON Blossom, you're holding us up!" Melissa shouted from way ahead.

"Coming!" Blossom began sprinting up towards the group.

Running as fast as he could, Samuel suddenly heard something in the distance. Briefly looking behind him, he watched in horror as the vehicle he carefully selected was now set ablaze. Confused, and not wanting to fall behind, he continued running.

The group continued on-wards, as they reached a point in which the bridge prepared to fuse with a downwards metal road. "Almost!" he called out.

Everyone nearly reached the bridge's end — until a familiar obstacle appeared. To everyone's horror, blue embers once again appeared, rising; before completely obstructing the entrance to Remnant Rock. Not wanting a repeat of recent events, the group stopped in their tracks. They watched as a similar fate hit the sides of a bridge — a blockade of flames, lighting up the left and right sides. It was like an "arena" — they were now encompassed.

Seeing the wall of fire, Blossom stopped running instantly, gripping her gun tighter as she glanced around the "arena."

"FUCK, now what's happening?!"

"I, well -" Samuel readied his rifle, pointing every which-way. "Keep, keep on guard!"

Li unsheathed his dao as he turned back and looked at the van, now in a fiery red blaze. "Our van!" he mumbled quietly.

"So much for the first-aid kits." Steven said, nervously.

"Now, how are we supposed to get out of this?" commented Melissa.

"I am unsure. The best course of action would be to remain here, it would not be wise to continue forward." Chris looked around the bridge, when he noticed something odd about the wall they had previously driven through. Examining it closely, it appeared some rapid movement began to happen towards the bottom. A swirl, of sorts, as if a spiral portal of embers was created. It continued to move, before slowly spiraling violently; becoming a homogeneous light blue.

At once, the spiral was thrown directly at the group, spinning violently. Everyone prepared to move from its trajectory — before it shot into the air, dissipating.

Looking into the newly created hole, figures began to emerge.

"What the hell, this never ends. I didn't know I was going to be dealing with this when I agreed to this mission," Blossom exclaimed, aiming her gun at the figures.

"This isn't too bad," Li commented, holding his dao up defensively.

The figures at the other side of the bridge walked very passively. As if taking a stroll on some warm day, they certainly did not appear as enemies to the group.

The figures walked closely, and it could be made out what they were. Five in total, following one. There were four Alchemilia style androids — not like Wellington. Featureless, gray, mechanical humanoids. Each had a cyan light emitting from their head. Massive and bulky, fascinating feats of engineering.

Leading these androids was the most intriguing. It was what appeared to be a regular human, a female general of Alchemilia. She wore simple clothes, rather than power armor. A black, long-sleeve buttoned up coat, with streaks of red. Her skin was a bit-tan, and her uniquely red-hair was housed by an Alchemilia cap. The woman, despite approaching an armed brigade, had no visible weapons. She spoke quickly. "I am surprised you all made it this far. But this is where your expedition ends. Come with us — all of you are under arrest."

Melissa felt rage building as she heard the woman, glaring at her. She spoke. "What did you just say, you little bitch? Don't you dare tell any of us what to do — and you aren't arresting anyone."

The woman smiled as all laid their weapons on her — yet, she stood her ground. Briefly, she turned to Melissa, smiling. "It is not 'little bitch', I'd prefer General Nabi; Melissa." Melissa stood surprised.

The general turned her attention to the rest in the group, laughing softly. "What is this? The Freedom Fighters?" She sighed. "You all are pathetic. Do you intend to continue this reckless self-indulgence? You've loaded up some third-grade weapons in that little van, storming a military installation to kill innocent lives. Think about that. I am letting you do this voluntarily — come with me, and there will be no bloodshed. Hell, refer me to Atticus and Marshall, I might give you a nice cell."

Blossom, feeling weak and powerless, dropped her weapon in shame. "I... surrender." The words rolled off the tip of her tongue, the sound of her voice immediately made the group turn towards her. A tear rolled down her cheek, thinking that, after all she had gone through to get here, she had surrendered to the hands of Alchem. She could only imagine how disappointed the group, especially Atticus, was. Blossom simply didn't realize what was about to happen and what it really meant for her to go on this mission. She finally got a taste of what war was really like.

Steven mumbled something quickly, not really a serious of words, rather a meek, shaky noise from his throat. He attempted to correct himself, not looking Nabi or his compatriots in the eye, but keeping them down. "I surrender." Steven bit his lip, chewing uncomfortably while he began to sweat. "It's the only... logical... course of action. Marshall, Atticus, and Fontaine are in the tunnels underneath. Just don't hurt them, please."

"What the fuck?!" Blossom screamed at Steven. "Why the hell did you say that, fucking bitch?!" Blossom slowly lost control due to the horrible events of the day, even more showing that she was truly not ready for this. "Don't ever open your mouth again, asshole!" Blossom turned away for a second, crying slightly.

Steven clenched his teeth and began to tremble, still keeping his eyes down. He mumbled incoherently, avoiding Blossom's eyes.

"Well, we failed," Li said, dropping his sword and raising his arms above his head. "Might as well give up. We're screwed. I surrender."

Samuel slowly lowered his rifle, his hands shaking. Months of preparation, hope, ambition — for this? He was mixed with frustration for Steven's decision, and sadness for their failure. Solemnly, he placed the intricate weapon on the ground. "I — will... I surrender."

Melissa tore her eyes away from Nabi to look at Blossom. "Never speak to my brother like that again, understood?!" She then turned to Steven. "I can't believe you'll betray us like that, What is wrong with you?! We are suppose to be a team."

"Melissa, please." He spoke, struggling through a stutter. "I can't let you die, and we don't have a chance in hell here!"

"We had a chance if you and Samuel didn't act like cowards and give up instead of sticking to the plan!"

"Melissa, my deepest apologies," Chris said. 'But I'm with Steven, Li, Samuel, and Blossom on this one. There's no point anymore, not when we're probably thought of as terrorists and running into big armies..." Chris placed his arm on the ground. "I surrender."

"Magnificent," began the General. "While it was only now that you have come to understand the potential consequences of your actions, you've chosen wisely to bite the bullet. Do not worry — your friends will be found and captured. Dr. Alchemilia would not want that kind of garbage dead." Chuckling, the red-haired woman raised her gloved hand. Miraculously, a set of glowing blue handcuffs appeared on the wrists of Blossom, Steven, and Li.

Behind her, they could notice a large black vehicle approaching — like a limousine, with no windows in the back. Two armored men emerged.

"Those who chose wisely — wait in that car or be forced in. Allow us to address your friend." Nabi said, motioning for them to head inside.

Steven looked to the ground before starting to walk towards the car. "Please Melissa, give up. We can figure this out after, but only if you live through this." Steven said, before looking back with tears welling up in his eyes.

Blossom walked behind Steven towards the car, getting in and sitting next to him. Behind her followed Chris, Samuel, and Li. All of them looked solemn knowing that they had failed the mission, had failed Fontaine. That their last hope had been revealed. The car was dead silent inside, so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

Melissa was now the sole person within the flaming arena. Ignoring her pleas, her comrades did not choose the most bravest decision — rather opting for a tactical surrender. She gripped her shotgun tightly, loading the pump and confidently aiming it at the red-haired woman.

Shrugging off Melissa's angered eyes, Nabi began speaking once more. "So, this is it." she said, amused at the lone wolf that stood before her. "Amusing. You certainly aren't the stuttering mass that you were those months ago. Come, do as your friends would." Melissa continued to stand strong. "Oftentimes a lack of confidence manifests itself as overconfidence — your friends wouldn't want you to die."

Hit with a jolt of frustration once again at her friend's failure, Melissa's fingers nearly retracted, almost pulling her weapon's trigger. She stood there, glaring at Nabi. A silence — and then she spoke again. "Do you want my friends dead or alive?" Melissa said, a hint of defeat in her voice.

"We do not intend to kill -" Without another word, Melissa pulled the trigger — aiming at Nabi.

In a matter of seconds, Melissa watched as her bullets was seemingly deflected by the General's gloved hand. Before she could shoot again, Melissa found herself knocked back. Laying on the rough pavement, her eyes began to fill with blue hues — and then nothing.

Melissa and Steven Devlin
Melissa's eyes peered open, blinded by the white light above her. Her body rested on a thin mattress. For a brief moment, she was unsure of where she was. The room she was in was barren, featureless. It was gray and dusty, with only one small frosted glass window. Most would not be able to sleep comfortably with how bright it was. Melissa walked over to the room's sole sink, washing her face with lukewarm water.

As she examined the room, Melissa noticed a man turned to the wall in a nearby bed. Approaching him, her suspicious about where she was confirmed. Looking at the brown-haired man, she could at least be thankful Alchemilia allowed her to stay with her brother. For now, she chose not to speak to him after his compromising of the mission at the bridge. Melissa sat, saddened. It would be here, she thought, the rest of her life would be.

Steven turned from the wall, looking to his sister. He said no words.

Melissa gasped as she got a splitting headache, she closed her eyes placing her hand over them. She thought back to the dream she had and shook her head opening her eyes once more. "You shouldn't have told them," she said in a whispering voice to Steven. "Now we are locked in here while Atticus and Marshall could be getting killed."

Steven remained on his bed, looking at Melissa. To him, it was the most tactical choice. Their interrogation would have been inevitable. "I did, I did what was logical..."

"It wasn't logical, it was stupid now we are stuck in these cells for the rest of our lives!" She yelled.

"You just don't get it." Steven rested his chin on his hand, continuing to speak quietly. "That woman at the bridge, we, we were surrounded. They'd have found out anyway, I didn't want you to be hurt.. You were lucky that woman didn't hurt you that much. W-we should never have come here-"

Melissa glared and took a breath, fuming with anger. "We knew this was a risk when we all agreed to take part of this mission. Just because we get caught doesn't mean we throw the others under the bus, we could have stalled them. At least to let Marshall and Atticus get a good head start. We might've gotten hurt really badly. but it's what we agreed to from the start. We didn't come here to betray our friends at the first flicker of danger!" She said. "I have never been more disappointed in you than I am right now."

"Melissa listen!" Steven said, his tone picking up

"I did what I had to do to keep us safe. If we would have stayed and fought we would have been killed. And if not killed, then beaten, captured, and then tortured for the location. If it wasn't for me, we could be rotting in a dark cell all alone."

"How do you know that's not what they are gonna do to us next? Do you really think they will treat us kindly forever?" She replied.

Steven stood up and grabbed Melissa by her shoulders. "I know they won't treat us great forever, but hopefully they treat us kindly long enough for us to figure something out."

She shoved him off. "Do not grab me like that again, that is the third time you have done that. You can believe whatever you want but it was not the best choice to just give up like that." she said before sitting down on her own bed.

Steven turned back and sat back down on his bed before mumbling to himself "Fine I won't, and it was for the best at least I didn't get the shit kicked out of me"

"You've always been a coward," she told him. "I might not remember our childhood, but from what I've seen of you now, it probably wasn't much different! You hide from any slight sign of danger, that's probably why I joined the militia in the first place. You are so overbearing and controlling!"

"I may not be the bravest person, but I'm no coward either!" Steven said

"My staying home was calculated, I know we had no part joining in on that crazy fight, and you had just as little logic and reason to run off and join that suicidal militia" Steven said with anger growing in his voice.

"Just shut up, Steven. I don't want to hear this nonsense anymore," Melissa snapped, turning around in anger and with slight tears dripping from her eyes. She felt a heavy mixture of feelings — sadness, disappointment, worry, shame.

They had come this far only to be captured, only to have their only hope given up by one of their own. This was so unlike the Steven she knew, he had always been a solid rock.

She began to take slow and steady breathes, calming herself before speaking again. "You know, Steven, I remember the day I left for the Militia. You were so angry at me, you called it a suicide squad then too and I fought you every bit of the way. But you were strong, relentless, did not give up on your view. Even after I was already walking to join them. What happened to you?"

She felt Steven's steady gaze focus on her, as her words shocked even herself. She didn't know how, but she felt a strange sense. Memories of times forgotten flooding her mind — faint memories of her parents, times with Richard and Steven growing up, forgotten pets and friends.

Gasping at this revelation, she held her hand to her mouth. "I remember..."

Blossom Cane and Wen Li
Blossom paced around the room, leaving her without anything else to do. She felt the gaze of Li as she paced.

"Mr. Li," she asked. "Do you think Atticus will make it out okay?"

"No. He is probably dead," Wen said as he sighed, looking at his aged hands. "It is best to move on. Weeping will do us nothing."

"Thanks for the reassuring words." Blossom rolled her eyes. "Also um, sorry for calling you an old man earlier. Was just under pressure."

"It is fine, Miss Cane. I apologize for raising my voice earlier," Li looked at Blossom. "Is there anything else on your mind?"

"You can just call me Blossom." the girl sighed. "Nothing really, just Atticus. What am I going to do without him, without a job, in prison?" Blossom's head hung low. "My parents would be yelling at me right now. 'Look, you wasted your good life to go off with a boy in a suicide mission! You had a safe life where you were here. Now you got yourself in prison, eh.' They probably hate me now."

A tear ran down Blossom cheek, leaving her sniffling. "And I was trying to be calm earlier, but it's just all so overwhelming. I don't know what's wrong with me. I wasn't ready to come here. I'm not brave like the rest of you. I've lived in COSL all my life, you know? I'm not used to all these strange demons and such. I've never been adventurous or anything. But I wanted to help, I wanted to be useful for once. I now realize that was the wrong choice."

"You are useful. You have been. You have a place with us." Wen said. "Sure, Marshall is very unhappy with you for stealing his best friend but, you have been useful. We need you."

"Thanks but, how did I even steal... Marshall's best friend?" Blossom asked.

"Truth be told, only Marshall thinks this. Atticus was his anchor, so to speak. Now once you came into his life, he thought he obsessed over you and abandoned everyone else in his life."

"He doesn't obsess over me." Blossom replied. "I'm sure if Marshall and Atticus tried to make it work, they could become friends again."

"Too bad they're dead," Wen chuckled.

"What the hell? Do you even care about them??" Blossom asked, furious at the old man's laughter.

"Huh? Oh, that. I was joking, you see? They survived a car crash, they can survive this," Li responded calmly.

"Ha," Blossom scoffed. "Absolutely hilarious, mocking my boyfriend's death," She turned away from Li, staring at a wall. "Feels like it's been days already."

As Blossom turned her heard as she heard a noise on the opposite side of the cell, Li was nowhere to be found. Through the doored wall, she could hear a faint "What were you saying?"

"What the hell, where are you?!" Blossom yelled. "Let me in there!"

"Technically, this is out and you are in, not reverse," Li corrected. "I'll get you out as soon as I grab a few things," Li hurried off.

...

Li ran down the textured hallway and to a clean, white table with messy papers and files, scanning it. Above the table, a bulletin board of notes, flyers, and posters. He quickly found a small but incomplete map of the building and shoved it into his pocket. Footsteps sounded as he hid under the table. The guard stop and carefully looked over the board. Li crawled from under the table, standing up behind the man. He tapped his shoulder lightly and asked "Care for some tea?" to which the guard exclaimed "Mother—" before being punched. The guard fell to the floor.

"One too many lumps." Li hurried away from the guard, and peered down the ground floor of the prison. Quickly, he examined the crumbled piece of paper. It did not provide much, but it did give him ideas of a plan for escape. "Interesting. Entrances out of the prison at the ground, fifth, and tenth . . . . biological testing? Android storage? Those weren't here before. Ah, there we are, third door from the right." Li walked forward, carefully correlating the map and the prison, before arriving at what seemed to be an ordinary cell door. Opening it - a gray staircase revealed itself. "Bingo."

Samuel and Chris
Chris awoke, surprised to find that he was alone. Where had everyone gone? Then he remembered - the weird woman had caused all this. He was got a strong sense of déjà vu, until he attempted to open the room's door. It was shut tight, and through it's small window he could slightly make out rows of repeating doors. This was a prison. Samuel's hands twitched at the sound of movement within his cell. Interrupting the meditation he had been preforming in one of the cell's corners, Samuel began speaking. "Took you long enough."

"Samuel?" Chris asked. "Why are you in here with me? Where is everybody else?"

Samuel stood up and approached Chris. "Do you remember the bridge? Once we all walked to the car, they forcibly shut you off. Precautions, I guess. They drove us here, searched us, and placed everyone in different cells." Samuel sighed. "I don't know where the others are, but they are probably nearby. It's over - we failed." The android nodded, the events from before slowly coming back to him. "What happens now that we have failed? Are we going to remain here forever?"

"No." responded Samuel, confidently. "I do not intend to remain in this raggedy prison forever. We'll be out before the day ends."

"How do you plan on getting out, sir? We seem to be tightly imprisoned in this cell, and surely they have guards outside," Chris said.

"Of course they have guards outside. If I am to be correct — they're coming now."

“Coming?” Chris asked. “But why, unless...” He paused for a second, knowing that these guys wouldn’t just let somebody they considered a criminal out. “They’re getting us for some kind of torture.”

Samuel chuckled. "Do you even feel pain?"

Before Chris could respond, he could hear sounds of a lock turning on the door's other side. At once, the metallic door opened loudly and slowly. Peering into the room were two figures, completely clad in black armor. At first glance, one might assume they were an android.

"Chris Wellington? You're needed with Dr. Alchemilia. Get out of your cell and come with me - be quick.." said the one of the guards. Deciding it was best to not remind Samuel that he was concerned about him, Chris nervously exited the cell with the guards. “Alright, I’ll come, but where is he?”

"That's why you should follow us." responded the man. The guard closed the shut and locked the door to Samuel's cell.

Chris anxiously followed the guards, looking around Remnant Rock's prison. It was a singular, massive room that seemed to extend in all directions. To his left, a metal fence prevented a drop from ten stories down. The hundreds of doors made Chris anxious, wondering what type of people Alchemilia had stored here. "Do you know what he needs to see me for?

"Aren't you an android or something? Probably work or whatever. You'll see when you get there."

"I suppose that makes sense," Chris replied. "Though admittedly, I'm feeling very nervous."

"Considering how confident you were in destroying this building, you shouldn't feel nerv-" Eerily, the guard stopped mid-sentence for several seconds. Wellington and the other guard looked to the man.

Before Chris could comment, he found himself pushed aside by the silent guard. Looking up - he saw the guard choking the other. The other could barely muster out a word, attempting to claw out of the other's tight hands. The armor did not protect the man. As if gifted with a supernatural strength, the guard threw the man across the protective fencing. He fell violently to the bottom, dying instantly.

The lone guard took off his helmet. Looking down to the bottom of the prison, he took out a small pistol, aiming at his skull. "Yes, yes, yes..." he said, before pulling the trigger.

"This is bizarre," Chris said, astounded at the scene he had just witnessed. Staring towards the office door, he decided not to go in. Maybe this was his chance to escape and find the others. He looked around the area where his cell was with Samuel, hoping the others weren't too far behind.

Samuel, Chris, and Wen Li
''Andy did not perfect emotions. Let's see if I can get more than two.'' Samuel opened his eyes slowly, ceasing am meditation that he had began when the android was taken out of his cell. He placed two fingers on the gray, metallic door in front of him. As if none had bothered to lock the door, it quietly swung open at Samuel's light push, Samuel walked out of his cell, into a white, brightly lit hallway.

"Ah, there you are, Samuel. Those two guards were very strange," Chris said, as he noticed Samuel. "We need to explore this complex, it will surely lead us to the others."

Samuel quickly walked towards Chris. He talked in a quiet tone. "What happed to the guards — well, no time for that. My cell was unlocked, managed to get out. First order of business, we need to find Li."

"Where in here do you think Mr. Li is?" Chris asked. "While I was here briefly before, I have yet to memorize the layout. This is a very intricate structure,"

"When were you ever at Remnant R- well, that's besides the point." Samuel peered downwards. He could barely make out a large door at the prison's bottom. "We can't lose time. We need to find a ladder and see if we can catch Li — he is out by now, I am sure of it."

"I agree, but where on these premises would a ladder be?" Chris asked, as he and Samuel began walking around. He wasn't going to bring up his previous journey to Remnant Rock (which, as he saw it, had been the catalyst for the big mess) ever again.

"Just — just look around. We don't have a lot of time." Samuel quickly walked through the prison's tenth level, being careful not to make his footsteps too loud. "Did you hear that?" Chris asked Samuel. "It sure sounded a lot like Li."

"Keep your voice down! Nothing sounded like Wen Li, get a ladder -"

One of the prison hall's many cells swung open, interrupting the silence Samuel was attempting to set. Wellington's observation had been correct - emerging from the door, carefully observing a crumbled paper. Absolutely surprised, Samuel did not wait for greetings. "I- Well- Is that a map? We need to get out of here."

Before Li could respond, a figure crept up behind Samuel and Chris. The man took a puff of his cigar before speaking.

"Out? One cannot simply get out of Remnant Rock. Now, do not cause any more trouble than we need to by kindly going back to your cells and closing the door behind you."

The man took a final puff, then dropped it, stomping it out.

"Who even are you?" Chris asked. "Because I find it highly impossible that there's no way out of here." Samuel ignored Chris's curiosity, and looked at the man without fear. "We'll be out before the day ends - I said this before. " "Sure ya will - Inmate #4279." Just then, two more armed guards appeared behind them. "Nobody has ever gotten out under my leadership and nobody ever will. One more time. The easy way or the h—"

Several loud sounds of sparks began to reverberate through the loud hall, breaking the prison's eerie silence. At once, as if a generator failed, the lights that illuminated the main prison hall slowly began to shut themselves off. First, the prison's top light - then, the lights of each level. Only the dim lights that could be seen through cell windows lit up the room.

So, you're alive. Go figure. Samuel looked to Wen Li and Chris, nodding. Fontaine had explained this would be the most important part of Primo Victoria - they knew what had to be done. Praying that the dark room would be enough to shield them from bullets, they quickly diverged from the armored guards. The sound of gunfire would not impede them from opening every prison cell in sight.

Atticus and Marshall
Slash, slash, slash.

The sound of swiping could be heard in the still air, as the light and monitors of the room shut off. Backing up, Atticus looked around the small breaker room, the knife still in his hand. To him, it was somewhat claustrophobic - in each corner, four glass chambers protected a conglomeration of wires and processors. Monitors surrounded the room, and a collection of generators stood in the center.

The lights continued to shut off, and Atticus looked at two men that lay on the ground. After exiting the train station, he and the others made their way through Remnant Rock's lower facilities to the breaker room. Fontaine had seemingly vanished, opting instead to search for any future threats from Alchemilia. After catching the two off guard, subduing them was simple - though their motionless bodies served as a reminder of what he had become.

The room was now completely covered in darkness, with Atticus and Marshall having no way to see.

Now to shut off communications. Come on. Think. What was it Mr. Li said? Oh. "Simple." Right. Marshall grabbed a switch and then pushed a button, cutting off all communications and transmissions. "Atticus?"

"Yeah, Marshall?" Atticus answered in pitch black.

"We should have packed a fucking flashlight."

"No shit, sky is blue," Atticus snapped, folding the knife and stuffing it down his pocket. "Find the wall and use it to guide yourself out of here, it won't be long before they figure out what we've done."

...

Now outside of the room, Marshall placed his hands on the smooth walls of the building, looking for a possible exit. "Do you even know where to go from here? You have a map?"

"No, I don't have a map," Atticus replied, following the wall as well. "I wonder where Fontaine is." Marshall stopped walking. Pulling a lollipop out of his pocket and unwrapping it, he spoke. "I don't know, he never came back." Marshall started walking again, still dark. "Who cares, anyway? We're doing fine without him," Marshall said, now with the lollipop hanging out of his mouth.

"Keep your voice down," Atticus whispered. "Alchem employees could be anywhere right now. And we DO need Fontaine, he's the only one that knows where we should even be going." Looking ahead, he noticed a green light slowly illuminating.

"We should maybe head for that area. Be careful though, and be ready for anything."