Chapter IV - Let's Make a Deal ~Multehx707

Omega sighed with exhaustion as he tried the umpteenth lead in finding some info on the weapons. Once again, the search on the multiple dimensions of the internet, the "multinet", had come up fruitless. He glanced back to the monitor showing the path ahead, since the Spectrum was a craft that could go anywhere, it needed such a system, as it didn't blindly follow rails.

As he toiled, the majority of the crew was scattered. Some were in the engine room, some in the passenger car. Kenzo and Scilas sat on one of the couches. The knight paused, then smiled cheerily at Scilas, though he lacked a visible mouth.

"So, Sci, can I call ya Sci?"

"......."

"Well, um, Sci, just wonderin', what do you think of this all?"

"........"

"It's kinda thrilling to me. I mean, Juroken's old mission lasted this long, and I'm gonna be there for the end! Wow, it's a doozy of a thought, don't you think?"

Scilas closed his eyes, folding his arms.

"...Leave me alone."

Kenzo quirked a brow and waved his hands defensively.

"Ok, ok, geeze! Don't be so cold man!"

Kenzo settled back into his seat, looking out the far window for a moment, before turning to 6400, who was seated next to him.

"It's quite a train, isn't it?" he smiled cheerily.

Kenzo looked up as Ian strode into the room, inspecting a silver pistol, wearing the green cloak.

"Hey, that's the-"

Ian looked up and nodded.

"Yes, it is, I just figure since its previous owner is AWOL, it can serve a purpose for me."

Kenzo scratched his helmet.

"Good point...and I never noticed, but that cloak you're wearing...that's Juro's, isn't it?"

Again, a nod.

"Yes, it is. I found it, and a note in one of the storage compartments. Looks nice, no?" he said, turning in a circle to show the vestment off.

"Yeah…reminds me of him…'cept you don't have the hat, or the funky thing with the bangs."

The young man shook his head, muttering, "You're impossible, pal," before walking back to the engine.

Omega groaned as yet another search ended in failure. Ian raised a brow and put a hand on his shoulder.

"No luck?"

Omega groaned.

"I've tried fifty six search engines, every possible keyword, nodda. When the Almighty one hid these things, he hid ‘em well!"

Ian was about to say something when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to see Sapphire. He bowed his head and presented himself with a manner of servitude to the crew.

"Um, yes ma'am?"

Sapphire hesitated, then went on with the request: "Sir, the sink seems to be broken in the ladies room."

Ian nodded and quickly walked towards the guest car, murmuring something along the lines of, "Yes, right on it, miss."

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The atmosphere was depressing in the pub. The lights were casting a dim light throughout the room, and it had a musty smell to the atmosphere. One of the clients downed his shot and heaved a sigh, looking around the room with depressed eyes.

"Had it all...was on a winning team, with killer powers, and stronger than ever. Even received this new armor upgrade. Then..." he made a spiraling motion with his right hand, which was covered with black armor as opposed to the green of his exterior. "Boom. It all went crashin' down. Those damn goodie two shoes ruined it all." He growled under his breath and shook his head. "They...took it all. My brothers, my master, my acquaintances…"

"Not quite so on the latter," injected a new voice, who laid a white gloved hand on the table.

The armored gentleman looked up and saw the familiar confident smirk, those haughty, almost snickering disembodied eyes, that neatly combed blond hair.

The armor wearing soul paused for a minute, then asked, "So, you're still around, eh?"

The visitor chuckled and took a seat on the empty stool next to him.

"They never quite weed me out. I'm one that always comes back, no matter the circumstances."

The first gentleman nodded, leaning on the bar.

"So…why do you need me?"

The other chuckled to himself and rested itself on the head of the cane he carried.

"The truth is...I don't."

"What??"

"I don't need your help in anything. If I want it or not, it's a different matter."

"So you're saying you want me for a job?"

The visitor nodded.

"Yes, having a In-"

The first waved his hand. "Don't use that term. We're a dead breed. I'm the only one left."

"But that's where you're wrong," the visitor smirked.

The first man looked over incredulously.

"You're...you're lying."

The second man shook his head.

"Not at all. You'll learn the truth if you agree to join me on this little venture."

The first was quiet for a time, then turned on his stool to the other.

"What's the job?"

The second smiled slyly.

"Only to make the steal of a life time. To revive your race…and to give me great power."