Not your kind of people

[«Wraith»]

It had been what felt like hours since he passed in and out of consciousness while they were fishing the bullets out of him. There were two times they had to tranquilize him with what he assumed to be rhino tranqs, although that only lasted for a few minutes before his body metabolized him. He sat up from the tarp they had set him on, rubbing his face as he did. He reached down and pulled the I.V. from his arm despite one of the doctor's protests.

He looked around groggy as hell as he stood up, looking for his combat suit top and helmet which had been folded up and set aside on a nearby table. He rubbed where he had been shot, still felt bruised and painful to the touch which meant his body was still fighting out the toxins from the Anti-B.O.W. rounds that were recently removed.

He didn't see the Dante look a like, he couldn't tell whether him and the fishbowl head had peac'ed out and left the doctors. Hopefully fishbowl followed his advice on not sending anyone towards the area he washed up or even further towards the general vicinity of the Lodge. He grabbed his belongings slipping his gloves into pocket while he slowly put on his top. Leaving it open half way.

Despite protests he scooped up his helmet and started leaving the building.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"So," came a voice, sitting on the counter. His senses wouldn't have even picked her up, she was truly like a ghost in an extremely eerie and familiar way, "what's the plan?"

The girl had a backpack next to her, she was wearing a black flannel and worn in jeans, torn at the knees with a pair of converse on her feet. There was a deep scar on her right brow, her hair was brown with a tinge of red to it and her face was lightly freckled with bright green eyes. There was something dangerous about her presence, perhaps it was the lack of presence she gave off or the fact that her voice was scarily calm sounding.

[«Wraith»]

He turned around to look at who was talking, how did he not sense that she was there? He could usually always pick up on things like that. Was he that far busted up and out of it that he couldn't tell he was there. Also... who the hell was this person and why was she speaking to him so familiarly as if they knew it other... "I don't, I don't recognize you. Who're you?"

[¤Amy Grace¤]

She grabbed her back swinging it onto her shoulder and slipped her other arm through as she hopped off the counter, the rattle of the rifle and shotgun attached to her bag jingled as her feet touched the ground. She was around 5'8, not exactly short for a girl her age not really that tall either compared to a lot of others.

"You don't know me," she said, her voice chilly, familiar in some kind of way, "but I know you. My name is Rebecca Cross. I'm the leader of the current iteration of White Rabbit, along side Marcus."

[«Wraith»]

He began walking to the door, "Ah." He spoke rather carefree for a moment before he checked up at the sky, it was night time, well into the evening it seemed a rain must've past sometime earlier because the ground was wet and that familiar damp smell lingered in the air. "Who decided that?" He finally asked assuming she was following him as he walked down the cracked side walk. He was headed toward's Alice's old penthouse where Gabe and them stayed.

That was originally his goal before passing out in the street because of his injuries. He double checked his belongings, his phone was definitely fucked, he went about taking the back off as he walked, pulling out the battery and grabbing the SD card from it before just tossing the phone. He had to take a moment under an awning as he suddenly got dizzy. He leaned against the wall as he looked her over for a minute. It was so weird how he looked slightly like someone he knew but he couldn't tell how at all. "You sure we've never met?"

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"Birthright," she simply said in response to his questions shrugging off the question of them being familiar with one another. Her foot steps were mostly silent, she walked with an unnatural silence, light on her feet as if it was natural to her rather than something that was trained. She had every sign of being some sort of infiltration type of tyrant but even more so than that was her demeanor and stance shifting more onto the soldier side of things.

"So, once again," she began, "what's the plan?"

[«Wraith»]

"That's not how that works kid." He pushed himself from the wall now that he recovered. He started walking again, "So what's really your deal and why are you following me around?" God this would be so much easier if he could just call someone to come pick him up instead of his busted ass having to walk all the way to the penthouse. He stopped for a minute and turned to face her, squinting for a minute. Before shaking his head, "Nah."

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"It's your word, against the other veterans of White Rabbit," she simply said, when he stopped she stopped. She just stared at him for a moment before finally saying, "someone attacked you, you're a veteran of White Rabbit, we look out for our own, regardless if you're still with us or not. Anyone who fucks with you, fucks with us."

[«Wraith»]

His expression dropped to a much more serious tone. "Shit like that's going to get you and everyone else dead." He replied as he turned he shook his head, This kid sounded like him when he was around her age, "You don't even know what happened, hell I don't even know. All I know is that it's not a problem you can just take on head first. If you do then you, and everyone will die." Jesus Christ now he was starting to sound like Alice. "Let me let you in on a secret, we not just veterans, we're not soldiers that just take marching orders and do what the head honcho said. We were a family," He turned to face her once more, "They're my family, of which I hold very dear and close to me. So think before you run your mouth off like that again."

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"Family dies for family," Bec said.

She had an idea of where he was going now given how long they were travelling in the direction of the Penthouse, "don't underestimate your past because you want to protect us from something that took you and the Blu down. Cut the shit, if you're heading to Wonderland then we'll discuss details there."

[«Wraith»]

He just threw his head back rolling his eyes, was this what it was like dealing with him when he was younger? God what an idiot, he'd have to apologize to the rest of them when he saw them. "Please stop talking, you're giving me flashbacks of when I sounded as dumb as you do right now." He kind of quieted down after that as they walked, a couple more blocks and they were standing on the edge of the town on the path to the penthouse.

"That took forever." He muttered under his breath before he finally walked in, waving to the person behind the desk. He still hadn't had a shower or anything so there was still some lines of dried blood and dirt covering him. Overall he just looked like someone stomped him into ground still. That was another reason to get up to the penthouse. A shower. Eventually he got up to the floor that Alice's old place was at and he bang on the door leaning off to the side but where he was still visible.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

There were voices behind the door and footsteps came as Gabe pulled the door open, the conversation in the room was heated apparently because Gabe was somewhat red in the face while the other man had turned away and was looking out the penthouse window.

"Adam," Gabe said, and motioned for him and Rebecca to come in, "close it behind you."

He continued his conversation, "all I'm saying is, you can't just fucking one man them. I don't give a shit what level of bullshit you have running through those veins. Boy, get us some beers."

He was talking to Krieger who was in the kitchen leaning on the counter, he turned around quickly and opened the fridge and took out five beers and began tossing them around the room, the man at the window caught his without looking, Rebecca caught hers underhanded and slipped it straight into her backpack, tyrant grade alcohol was basically napalm if you melted the right amount of styrofoam with it.

[«Wraith»]

Adam followed Gabe inside, it was nice to see a familiar face given all the shit he went through today. He caught his beer and set it aside on a near-by table. His danger sense firing off on every level similar to the way it did that night Amy's 'sword' had wrecked his fight against Eres. It felt similar though, like that masked man who helped him back in '26 when he was trying to get Molly out of Manhatten and at the time Amy was being controlled and trying to kill both of them but ten times more since his upgrades.

He almost reflexively sprung into action but he assessed the situation first, given that Gabe and him weren't trying to kill each other and things seemed chill despite the exchange in words obviously meant he might be fine. Regardless there wasn't much he'd be able to do since he was still recovering. "Stealing your shower." He simply stated as he walked past everyone and started making his way to the bathroom, "Also you guys were apparently down a dumb ass I brought her back for you though."

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"You might want to give that dumb ass some respect," Gabe said pointing to the shower, "clean your ass up, we've got shit to talk about."

"Old man," she said, "what's going on?"

"What's going on is, he wants to march down the doors of death because of what happened to Blu," Gabe said.

"You think you can," she asked and the man at the window looked over his shoulder and nodded, "then let him go. It's what he does."

"What he does is assassinate our enemies," Gabe said, "it's what he's always done. It's what he did for your mother, it's what he's done for Olivera and what he does for Marc. Mowing down armies is not what he does, that's what WE do, and we fucking do a damn good job of it because HE fucking kills the big targets. Do you understand?"

[«Wraith»]

"She'll get it when she doesn't sound like me when I was her age." He replied, "Also stealing some clothes all mine probably got torched." Eventually he closed the door and you could hear the sound of water running. While the water was running he was looking himself over in the mirror as he stripped down, checking for bruising that was still there checking for any damages that might have still not healed over given that he still had those damn anti-b.o.w. drugs in his system.

Eventually though he hopped in the shower. About ten to twenty minutes later he came out wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. All the dried blood and dirt were gone and he no longer smelled like he crawled out of a river. There were dark marks lining his forearms all the way down to his finger tips and he had some bruising in certain areas like his chin line and neck. He had his combat gear draping from one of his arms as he scooped up his beer and moved to a near-by outlet setting his stuff next to it.