"But to Them, after all that They've been through, B.O.Ws, Cryptid... it's all the same."
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"There isn't going to be any rescue, we have to get out of here!"
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Mar 25, 2020 14:40:42 GMT -5
"Thanks Kris," she said and watched her walk away, Amy read the letter and handed it over to Irvine, "I don't know what to do... This bar was his, and keeping it open would be an homage to him, and keep Kris working but I can't run a bar and set the world on fire."
"Amy," said a robotic voice, John was standing at the end of the bar typing furiously, "let me, I will keep it going."
"I uh... Don't think people would be keen on a 103 serving them drinks," Amy said, he was already furiously typing again.
"Fuck them," the device said, he continued typing, "I will open a kitchen as well, the Crowbar will live in his memory and be the best Bar and Grill in the city."
Amy smiled and shook her head, "I guess we all have our own revolutions. Let me talk it over with the guys, yeah?"
John nodded and Amy lightly bumped Irvines shoulder and headed for the backroom, she didn't know what she was looking for so she hope he and LJ would look while they discussed the bar.
He read the note and nodded for a minute. "I mean weren't you helping to finance the place LJ? It was like you Adam and someone else right? I guess you could just go business as usual." Irvine made casual conversation as he motioned for LJ to follow as he followed Amy. He went up the steps and opened the door to the apartment. It was big but given the exact size of this building it was actually a really small living space with. "Huh... you'd think It'd be bigger..."
He checked the note again, the backroom... He looked around finding a bedroom and then another door next to the door which lead the the bedroom. He opened the door to find a small empty room which acted like a walk in closet. "If you know what you're looking for..." He looked around and pushed the clothes away from the back wall finding a keypad. "Hey Amy, check this out!" A post-it note was stuck to the wall next to the pad, it read '12:17 And on that day his vengeance will be swift.'
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Mar 25, 2020 18:12:39 GMT -5
"Yeah we can keep it going, I can come in and act as the money man and owner and keep things moving. I'll even rebrand it a bit so the BOW stink gets off it for a while," LJ said, "should be easy to keep it going if John and Kris stick around."
Amy looked around, it was basic, the usual hole in the wall that they resided in every iteration of the apocalypse. This time there was something more to find, she didn't look too hard before Irvine found something, LJ spoke out, "lets crack this sucker open."
She moved close to the door, "alright lets get it."
Irvine nodded, quickly translating the note in his head and typing the code into the keypad. There was a beep and a thunk on the other side of the wall as if something had unlocked a large section of the wall swung forward a bit. Irvine opened the wall the rest of the way and stepped inside, lights came on a flickered. This was the rest of the upstairs building. The full length and width of what remained after the living area had been put it. It was stacked with rows of gun racks, ammunition and different guns and weapons, there was enough here to arm your own military. Irvine whistled as he walked around at everything. In the far back of the room once they explored they'd find a large set up with three rows of flat monitors and a whole computer set up with a thumb drive inserted into a USB port on the keyboard. Connected to one of the giant sever towers was a charging cord which lead to a laptop and that laptop was connected to the keyboard through another USB cable.
On the laptop screen was a red countdown 00:00:05, with five seconds left Irvine didn't have much time as he called Amy over but the timer clocked down to Zero. The laptop shutdown and suddenly the monitors sprang to life, windows and dialogues uploading various files and other things right in front of everyone. Finally a video file played, Adam was on the screen, younger though, sometime after 2026, possibly a year later. He still looked fine and young, sighed starring off screen. He was wearing a fully kitted out combat vest and typical BDU's, his rifle was strapped to his chest.
"I don't even know where to start... Uhm... It's like... July or something, 27 I think, it's been a while you know? The good news is we're making great progress as far wiping out the facilities, left over B.O.W.s and files and all of that. If we keep this pace up I'm looking at retirement in like... three or so years? The bad news is I can start to feel everything slowing down, just like back when we were kids. I haven't told anyone, no need anyways. I'm hoping to see you one last time before it fully sets in but I'll probably be unrecognizable by then. Been keeping an eye out on certain things though and it seems like Arix is starting to make moves, like father like son. I'll have to keep you updated as we go." The video paused before another one started up. He looked older, run down, the signs of degrading already showing in his face and by his accelerated age.
"I was right, Arix is planning something, while we were taking down a facility we started encountering Gentec private military. It's been a trend lately, whenever we attack a facility that has anything to do with Type-1 or higher. Like father like son I guess, boy is he going to be pissed when we wipe out his men and everything in these fucked up places that could help them reproduce any of it. Still though, I've been doing this for like... three years now and it's still not easier stepping into one of these facilities, too many bad memories. Too many nightmares. Too bad you're asleep though, you're missing out on all the fun, sort of like the old days I just wish everyone else could keep the hell up."
The video stopped and a new one played. Adam was directly facing the screen, he was exactly how Amy had seen him the night before he died except his beard was fully grown out. "Too late for I told you so I guess. Somehow Arix managed to win himself the presidency. What's more is the hypocritical fuck is taking shit right out of Sears' play book. I'm not going to last long, but I set things up here in case you ever wake up and need some help." Several files displayed on the screen, thousands of names and lists; "I've hacked into their registries and lists and downloaded every single B.O.W. on the list. I've also spent the last year along with Irvine's help to catalog their abilities and what they can do, both local and distant. I've also managed to get critical information into the S.O.S. and what all Gentec is doing as far as their armed forces are concerned... Bastard's twisted Chamber's legacy and it makes me sick..." He sighed and regained his composure. "I've also got contingencies in place in case the day comes when I don't make it. I've already got things working on bringing one of the last two living Himura's down for good. We should've fucking killed him when we had a chance. Either way if you're watching this then the mission's simple. You're the last one standing, finish the fight."
With that the video stopped and everything started popping up on the screens, all the information that was just explained in the video, literally all the info she would need to start a brand new work to finally end the rest of the Himura Legacy.
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Mar 25, 2020 19:45:57 GMT -5
"Should have just kept your head low," Amy said watching the displays, "I'd of gladly beaten you to death if you really wanted to go on your own terms."
She was being sarcastic of course, this was her command center she supposed, granted it wasn't where she was going to be very often given that everyone knew where this place was. The information would have to be moved elsewhere eventually or they run the risk of having an all out war in the lobby of the bar. If they end up getting enough people behind them she would consider it however.
"Gonna be honest with you guys, this is a bit extra, even for Adam," Amy said with a laugh, "this is like Alice's level of extra, a hidden wall with a room full of weapons and information. I really expect one of the bookshelves in another room to slide open to a secret stash of booze and maybe the microwave has a certain time you put in and a revolver pops out from a counter drawer."
"You're not wrong," Irvine chuckled, "Maybe we should go try those next." He got a small kick out the idea of a revolver popping out of the microwave. "To be fair he was taught most of what he knew from her right?" He looked around, "Always plan for shit to hit the fan he'd say. Something he saw during his personal tour must've spooked him enough to make all of this. I never really asked why exactly he asked for the info he did I just figured he was bored."
Irvine looked over some of the files on the screen. "Oh wow some of this data and info goes back to when he and Chambers were part of KING... no shit it goes even further back than that. Must be back logs from the umbrella servers from the facilities he busted. Jesus and I thought I had a lot of people waiting." There was buzzing in Irvine's pocket and he looked at his phone, a text from someone about looking on the news, about how Adam was on it. "Uh... huh."
Irvine made his way out of the secret room and into the living area, scooping the remote from the table and flipping on the news.
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Mar 25, 2020 20:32:25 GMT -5
Amy began sifting through data on her own volition, there was names in here she never knew existed, 313's actual name, the original name of the Grace project, about five other Grace names she planned to follow up on. They were spread across the world by the looks of it but there was one other in Raccoon aside from her, one named Samantha Grace, the only one in the database to not have a handle for a last name.
Irvine moved in the other room and turned on the news, she could barely hear it as she sifted through another set of files, these on Alice's clones, there was still two actively alive, Nine and Two, the problem was Two never made a real public appearance and Nine made sure to betray everything that Alice stood for during the end of the last war nearly crippling the Diamond Dogs on their attack of Umbrellas base. It appeared Adam had located Two however, she was in the city as well but no location for her.
"Man this place is crazy high tech," LJ said, he was reading his own file, "gonna have to update his file on me though, occupation, best pimp in the East."
"You never really were the best when it came to this kind of stuff bud. But I guess it get's the message across though." He moved back into room they were in. "Even beyond the grave he's an asshole. Just gave Harker a giant middle finger from the grave. The pro-B.O.W. movements are probably going to have a fucking field day with all of this. And it'll probably be all over the internet by the days end. Bet that."
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Mar 25, 2020 21:20:58 GMT -5
"Wont matter, he's dead and chasing phantoms," Amy said walking out to the room, "Arix Himura has never existed, there are no records of him, this wont stick. Spencer Harker on the other hand has existed for a very long time... The son of R&R Pharmex wealth, doesn't mean the two are the same but that does mean Arix probably murdered Harker or took his identity to be who he is now."
"It's the reason we never went after him, he's untouchable from that point of view. Don't get me wrong, this'll get people talking but it's not going to win us any battles."
"You're right but it'll also get those conspiracy nuts fired up. And people might not look so highly on Harker once shit really starts hitting the fan." Irvine shrugged, "I mean either way, you've got a lot of work ahead of you girl." He rested his hand on her shoulder a moment before patting it, "You want some coffee or something while you sort through all this?"
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Mar 26, 2020 14:01:38 GMT -5
"Nah," Amy replied, "I'm going to get a beer and cook something out of his fridge... If there is anything in there... I'm guessing he has deli meat and cheese and stale bread... Which will work...... If not I'm gonna just eat the meat... Do you think Adam checked dates on food?"
She wasn't actually worried, she knew her body could actually eat rotting meat and still get nutrients from it and her immune system was strong enough to negate the side effects but still she didn't want to eat anything gross if she didn't have to, "it's going to be a long night. I'm going to also poke my head out and challenge TYRANT tomorrow."
"Sounds like a plan. Just be sure that if ya reheat any of his left overs the microwave don't accidentally pop out a revolver." He joked lightly before patting her on the shoulder one more time. "Imma get on out of 'ere, got some calls to make and a hotel to rent out since I'm going to be here for a bit. Don't be a stranger." He said holding up his own IDroid and with that he made his out of the room and out of the bar.
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Mar 26, 2020 20:50:24 GMT -5
"So," LJ said, "what now?"
"Now, I go get some rest, then I start a revolution," Amy said, she just flopped down in a chair, "think I'll just stay here for the night so I can spend the day sifting through data and files. See if I can find anything else useful for setting the Government on fire."
"Do me a solid and change my file over to say worlds greatest pimp yeah?"
"Will do," Amy said with a snicker.
"Good night Amy, good seeing you on your feet again," LJ said stepping out the door and closed it behind him.
Amy got up and walked through the room looking at things then put on one of Adam's jackets, she flopped down on the couch and rolled over onto her side facing away from the room and staring at the couch. She wanted to forget today for a while.