Gregor walked quickly across the fields of the IHFC's grounds, to his car awaiting him on the other side. His manner was more brutish then it had been in a while, reflecting his days gone past with the BHC, when he was the tyrant king. He had changed a lot over the past few months, and things had changed along with him. He felt unsure and insecure about himself, as if he had no idea of who he truly was, though he never let on for a second. He knew one thing for sure. He was still a secretive person. At the moment, Gregor felt a presence, and was surprised when the White King SuperGrover dropped from the sky behind the current Red Rook.
"Hello, Gregor. Where are you off to in such a huff?" the blue skinned, red clothed man said. Gregor hesitated. Perhaps SuperGrover's help would be of some use, but Gregor couldn't help but keep his actions his own.
"It has something to do with...well, do you know the Black Scribe Avalon?" SuperGrover thought to himself.
"Hmmm...yes, I recall meeting him. He was in the library one time when I visited Gomurr. A rather quiet kid."
"That's right," replied the former Black King "Well, I heard he's been....abducted. I was going off to...help..."
"Isn't this the BHC's concern now, Gregor?"
"No," said Gregor, surprising Grover with his apparent insult at the White Kings question "He's my responsibility. Listen, Grover, you just wouldn't understand...this is something I need to do...I need to help him..." Gregor said as he reached his car, slid the key in and unlocked it.
"Well, listen. If you're going, I'll come too. It'd be fun to be side by side with the BHC again. Check up on how Gomurr is. Kick some ass. Take some names.' Grover smiled his special grin which intoxicated many young women with love, as the pair hopped into the car, and drove off, through the gates and onward.
The fleet of cars had been parked outside the abandoned building, while the teams and few gathered Inner Circle members had ventured inside the bowels of the hollowed out abandoned building. They had searched for twenty minutes before Gomurr had come across a strange metallic door set in a tiny room in the basement. Each person present tensed as the door was slowly lifted open by Belasco and DarkWolf. The doors slammed against the concrete floor, and everyone peered into the darkness, hoping for their eyes to adjust. Nemesis muttered something, as Silver gave the command to forward in...
Moments earlier, Pug had looked up at the peaceful face of Avalon as he lay in a state of total unconsciousness. Pug had handed the syringe containing the lethal serum to Gulliver, and the huge man had begun his lecture on obedience and alliance, when suddenly the intrusion bell had sounded.
"What the *uck?" Gulliver bellowed, as he lost the grip of the syringe and it shattered on the ground.
"Computer!" he bellowed. "What is the meaning of this?" Security breach in sector A-1. Gulliver gritted his teeth in frustration.
"Computer, take according procedures!" he commanded to the seemingly omni-present machine "And Pug! Take care of the trash!" he spat, as he left the room to go about his business concerning the breach. Pug once again looked up at Avalon, and winced, as he took out a second syringe, attached it to the drip, and slowly began to squeeze, until all the liquid within the tiny chamber had been pumped into the young mutant's blood.
"This kind of shows our worth, doesn't it?" spat DarkWolf as he walked through the dark tunnel with the rest of the two teams, the Inner Circle trailing behind.
"We're nothing but cannon fodder to them. We get wasted first and they get to run away. It sickens me..."
"Oh shut up, DW!!!" hissed Nate, fed up with all the accusations DarkWolf had been spouting for the past twenty minutes. The Iceman watched his American allies, his red eyes warming the darkness with their glow. For what was supposed to be a strikeforce, they were somewhat casual in their gaudy outfits and pop culture language. Just as he was thinking of how they should be entering the enemy's lair with more stealth, a noise from up ahead sounded. Everyone froze, and peered forth.
"Stand your ground." Silver quietly commanded, as the noise grew close. Suddenly, into the light bursted dozens of mutated creatures, not recognizable as either a human or a creature. Their eyes contained no sanity, only a lust for blood which could only be taken care of by the individuals standing before them. The BHC members braced themselves, readying their weapons or igniting their energy haloes, just before Silver gave the order to attack. The two masses of opponents met head-on and hard, the mutated beasts savagely ripping at the determined warriors, as the dark figure of Gulliver watched from a safe, invisible distance away.
TO BE CONTINUED! The mystery deepens! Why is Gregor concerned with the well being of Avalon? Will the BHC survive? Will SG!!! kick major ass? (YOU BET HE WILL!!!) And is Avalon going to die because of those rat bastards Gulliver and Pug? FIND OUT NEXT CHAPTER!!!
~Av, who's feelin' funky today!