Revolutionary Suicide

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter whips around and nearly falls over, stumbling but catching himself in the end. "Warren?" He draws himself up, summoning all the courage he can. This is not the time to show fear and weakness. "What do you want, Mary?"

[Mary Warren]

"I want to talk Peter. Noe doesn't know about this. Actually, he probably does. At any rate, I didn't tell him. I want to... apologize."

The phrase seems like the least likely thing Mary would ever say.

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter blinks. That had been about the last thing he expected to hear. "For what?"

["Zero" Americanski]

"Hello, and of course I can. I need to go down south to pick up a few things anyways." I say in reference to what I left in Serbia. With teleportation I can make both stops in one trip.

[Mary Warren]

"I wasn't aware that you were a hunter against your will. I only read the file recently, out of curiousity. I am sorry that you were forced to be a hunter."

Mary doesn't even blink. She sits down on a chair opposite from Peter, and folds her hands.

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter sits once more, a little uneasy still. "Really? Seems like an odd time to suddenly take an interest in me. But... alright, I accept the apology. Tthank you." Peter smiles slightly.

[Mary Warren]

"I seek the forgiveness of you, and our Lord, Jesus Christ. To do what we did to you, a human, was a sin, even though you did send many of the d**ned to their final rest. I tried to take comfort in that, but it still isn't right."

[Satsujin]

Satsujin fell forward, his own momentum flinging him over her. He flew through the air upside-down and backwards, but instantly stopped, rock and debris being ripped from the ground behind him as he hung there in mid air upside-down, glaring at Louhi. Slowly he rotated his body in position until it was upright again before lightly setting his feet on the ground.

"I hate it when my opponents are so sneaky..."

Something grasped Louhi's leg as he vision shot down to see what it was. Satsujin was inside her shadow, a copy of him glaring up at her with its hand grasping her right leg. The grip tightened exponentially as he vision shot back to the original Satsujin, who was now smiling.

"Only I am allowed to do that!"

Satsujin charged forward, his fists clenched ready for a series of punches.

[Stephen Christiansen]

"Seven years?! Wow, had I known that..."

Stephen glanced around the room, seeing the nice decor.

"This is really nice. I expected something more like a secret underground room or something. Ha..."

Stephen puts his hand to his forhead and chuckles.

"Figures I would think that."

[Peter "The Owl"]

"Well, there's not going back to fix things. I just have to deal with it. And God forgives all, in the end. Still," Peter stands, walking to the window. He leans against the glass and looks out. The sky is growing darker and white snow has begun to gently flutter to the ground. "There's a hole in my life, filled with nightmares... and one good dream. I thought maybe Hope would understand but..." Peter shakes his head slowly, leaning it against the window, "But nothing's gone right..." He looks back to Mary and smiles again, "Thanks for coming. It means alot to me that someone is really sorry. Makes it easier to forgive everyone."

[Mary Warren]

"Peter, I want to ask you this time. You helped rid the world of a little evil. Would you like to rejoin LIF? We need more people like you. I'm not talking about the augmentations. I'm talking about you. We need more people that care. Noe could help you with the dreams. I don't know if you remember him. The Ghost. He's the new chairman. He also does all sorts of things with meditation. It's not really my cup of tea, but perhaps it would help. I think we owe it to you."

Mary is almost unaturally still, and she stares intensely at Peter.

[Phillippe Montaille]

"I see no problem with such a name, it speaks volumes of our desires within the organization."

[Peter "The Owl"]

"Mary... I can't. Not now. I'm sure you mean well... but the LIF used me, for seven years. 'Once bitten, twice shy'. I'll do what I can, on the outside, but I have work to do on my own.

And... and I earned these nightmares. I want them to stay. It helps remind me that I'm human."

[Lady Violet]

"Noe, didn't expect to see you here. And it is best that the parentage is kept a secret. But I am sure if you knew you would be impressed with her genetic makeup. All things, with time, will become evident anyway."

I look up from my work.

"And what kind of machine are you working on?"

[Noe "Ghost" Carlson]

"A massive platform carrier for equipment and personel. We call the machine series 'wanzers'. This one is the prototype. It's about twenty meters tall and weights many tons. It's built to carry just about anything we need to move. Perhaps your familiar with the Standing Tank design?"