"Maybe," Punk said, considering what he knew of the man. "Then again he was trained by Mythic Directive and up until he went AWOL on them he was on of their most feared operatives. But he is the best bet on getting the sword." This was all just a another job for him. Whether the sword was real or not he could care less. He was happy with his life. Sure things would get heated now that he had wiped out a Directive team. So they would probably start hunting him soon enough. Most likely Rin was on their list now too. So technically speaking Sytry was both of their best bets on remaining alive long enough to get paid and get home. But he wasn't going to burden her with that knowledge. Not just yet.
"Let's go to the harbor. I know someone there that can give us a ride."

She swallowed nervously. "My name is Kanna." She flinched slightly at the name. "Actually, my name is Elizabeth. But I don't really use that name anymore. Not since my parents died." Her body was shaking, and not just from fear. Her skin was covered with little bumps from the cool air in the room. "It's cold. Could... Could I have that blanket, please?"

Rin nodded her head. It was clear to her now, that this assignment was no longer informative. "Let's hope we can approach him peacefully." She commented, as she drove to the harbor.
Once they had arrived at the harbor, she parked the car, and looked at Steampunk. "I'm assuming that I should bring my gun; right?"

"I've got to make this worth it."
Sytry turned away from her.
"They did this. They did this because they are so desperate, so fucking begging for any chance at that sword, they're completely throwing off the shroud of secrecy. They're doing so much, mobilizing platoons. They want it so fucking bad, and after all the people who've died I will NEVER let them take it."
He punched the wall so hard it cracked.
"NEVER."
He turned back to her. "It's all there. It's done. Your new life is in your hands, and the moment you get off radar and they can't find you they won't have the time or resources to waste on you."
He looked up at the sky. "Now go. Be free of all this."

They were each fierce, merciless, and vicious killers.
Then they were broken into little pieces, and reforged into monsters.
Their names were Creek, Kint, and Niol. Each of these men were considered the top three operatives of the Mythic Directive.
They were, at the moment, receiving their briefing on their plane out.
"Creek, you're being deployed to take care of an annoying duo who took out a team of ours and has been poking around, asking questions we don't want answered. If they attempt a flight, you may utilize Project GARDEN. Kint, you are going to be in charge of removing the little band of brothers our rogue had put together. If needed, Project ARACHNE may be called in. Niol, you're going after the girl. We're monitoring all passage in and out of Cuba. If she gets on a plane, you have permission to call in Project POSEIDON. Do not use the projects unless all other avenues of containment have been exhausted. If you succeed in your missions, you will each be given enough money to purchase a corner of the planet to live the rest of your lives in. Failure is not an option. Is that clear?"
"All clear, Olympus. Consider it done."
"Correct. It will be done. Or you will die in the attempt."
The radio went dead.
Creek was a short-brown-haired man of medium height, built like a boxer. He did, in fact, have a pair of boxing gloves slung around his neck. Kint was tall and lean, visibly balding, and wore a cowboy hat. A bullwhip was expertly coiled around his shoulder.
The last man, Niol, could only be described as hulking. He was nine feet tall. His hands were each the size of a man's head, and his body was perfectly proportioned. He looked like a god taken human form, if it were not for his face. His genes, so perfect in every other way, had failed him - his face was tiny, with little piggy eyes, a hooked nose so beak-like it almost resembled a bird, and pudgy fat lips. He carried no weapon. He WAS the weapon.
The plane soared into the night, its deadly cargo prepared for identification... pursuit... then execution without mercy.

Sylvia jumped when he punched the wall
"Well I guess this is good bye then"
she took the gun and tossed it on the floor
"I wont be able to get through security with this. Just do me a favor. Destroy my gun so that it cant be traced back to me. I wont be able to get through the airport with it. Even if i was a former cop."
She walked over to the door but paused just before exiting sighed
"Thank you"
she looked back at him
"For what its worth im sorry about your friend"
was all she said before leaving and heading to the airport. When she reached the airport she was able to get through airport security without question. She found a seat in the lobby and waited for her flight to arrive. Thinking about the events that took place the past few days

Rin sat up in the bed, and looked at Steampunk. "Change of course?" She asked, as she looked at her shotgun laying on the floor.

Rin sat back in her bunk on her elbows and shook her head. "Couldn't you just knock them all out, tie them up, and lock them in a room somewhere?" She sighed, and laid in the bunk. "Let's try to keep the body count low...I don't like bringing too much attention to myself."

Rin looked at Steampunk, then sighed. "I guess it's better safe than sorry." She replied. "I don't think I want them after us." She added, then sat up in her bunk. "You cut your hand, by the way."

BBRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

The sound of a motorboat cut through the air, the night sky obscuring the sight of Steampunk's and Rin's apparent pursuer.

In Cuba, Niol was dressed in a flight attendant's gear he'd - acquired - and he approached Sylvia, expertly hiding his emotions.
"Good evening ma'am," squeaked the nine-foot-tall giant. "I'm afraid there's been some confusion about your passport, if you don't mind could you just accompany me to the security room to get it all straightened out."

Kint walked down the dirt track, following the trail of the car as it went off road.

Sylvia sighed then stood up
"What exactly is wrong with my passport?"
she grabbed her things and followed him
""I hope this doesnt take long i would like to get back home as soon as i can"

He led her to a security room.
It was empty.
He sat her down at the white table.
"We have confirmed that your passport was forged, Miss...Sylvia?" he inquired, still squeaking.

Rin nodded her head, as she rested her head back on the pillow, and covered her eyes with her arm. "I really hope we don't have to be out here for weeks." She commented.

Sylvia held back a giggle from the sound of his voice. She looked up at him trying to focus on the situation
"What do you mean forged?"
she crossed her arms in front of her
"So what now?"

There was a pause.
"I admire the way you don't point out your name isn't Sylvia," he squeaked, then got up.
"Perhaps we should speak more clearly. The man you were travelling with."
He brought his hand down in a karate chop, and the impact split the table in half.
He loomed over her.
"WHERE IS HE!?" It would have been scary, except the fact that he sounded like a dog's squeaky toy.

Slyvia jumped when he karate chopped the table. As he loomed over her asking where Sytry was she couldnt hold it anymore and her laugh escaped her. When she realized this she quickly covered her mouth, composed herself and looked up at him
"I dont know where he is, we went our separate ways and from there I dont know where he was going"
she sat back and crossed her arm

Niol gave a laugh that sounded like a Mickey Mouse impersonation and drew a gun with a barrel the size of Sylvia's head from his pocket.
Then he aimed it at her head. The trigger was the size of her palm, a hand-gun designed explicitly to be wielded by his gigantic hands.
"I said. Where. Is He?"
He took the safety off to make it crystal clear.

Sylvia looked at the gun then back at the man
"I...Dont...Know..."
She glared at him before sighing
"this day just keeps getting better and better"
she soften her expression
"last place i saw him was at some hut, along the beach"

Rin laid in the bunk, with her arm over her face, as she drifted slowly to sleep. She heard the door open, then close, and heard Steampunk moving around the ship. She knew that she should be helping him; but her body would just not let her expend energy she no longer had, so she decided to sleep for now, and when she got up, she would let Steampunk sleep.

OOT: Yes I know Sytry isn't on a boat but Douglas doesn't. Also I'm back.


A man walked up to the hut Sytry was inhabiting and placed a radio in front of it. He made a noise to make sure Sytry knew it was there and he left.


Kyle laughed as he got out of the wrecked car. "Shit. Sorry about the car." Kyle's radio made a sound. "Ah, could you two hold on for a second?" Kyle left the area and answered his radio. A man in a raspy voice spoke. "Everything is all set. What about your end Kyle?" "I'm getting to it. Don't worry everything will be taken care of soon." Kyle put his radio back and headed back to Terios and Jaden.


Douglas' boat was catching up to the boat where his information told him Sytry was located. "We can't screw this up men. Today is the day we get revenge."

Niol backhanded Sylvia across the face, and it felt like she'd been hit with a frying pan.
"You're very confident."
He motioned with the gun.
"Lose the clothes."

Sytry had just finished setting everything up to hide his friend's death, when he heard a noise that was not normal.
In an instant, he was by the door, guns out, ears pricked, his body tensed.
But then he heard someone walking away, so he peeked out.
A radio was lying in front of the door.
With a feeling of terrible foreboding, he picked it up.
Then he clicked the button.
"Hello?"

Sylvia cried out when she was backhanded which nearly knocked her off her seat. She placed her hand on the side of her face as she straightened herself up moving her jaw to make sure it wasn't dislocated. She glared up at him.
" you're not with airport security are you?"
As he motioned with the gun telling her to remove her clothes she didn't budge. She stayed in her seat
"No. I will not remove my clothes. What reason do you have for me to do so?"