[b][i][u]Transgressions of the Past. Chapter 4[/u][/i][/b] [b][u]Dojoville 21:00 hours[/u][/b] [b]Gunshots. Screams. The stench of blood and gunsmoke.[/b] Three figures stood in a room, one dead on the floor. An entire warehouse was torn up by the stray bullets and explosives, police already on their way. Now only one man would make it out alive... Or none of them would. [b][i][u]2 days prior...[/u][/i][/b] "There's a reason why I'm here, Q." [quote]*Excuse me?* Q asks[/quote] Cylus had just awoken from a nap in his armory, the images of a certain fateful night flashing through his dreams. "I've been having these dreams, Q. About the night I died. There's a reason I came back. There has to be..." [quote]*Well, if you really feel that way, why don't you go find out? I'm the only one who can show you how it ended after you passed, so why not let me show you?*[/quote] "Ah? What are you getting at?" [quote]*The simulation room. I've heard about it, and I wouldn't have a problem recreating the events if the night.*[/quote] "Why not just tell me?" ... [quote]*Some things are just better to be experienced.* [/quote] [b][i][u]Present day... 25 minutes ago.[/u][/i][/b] Cylus approached the doors of a the building dubbed the simulation room. Ignoring the signs, he pushed the doors in and entered. "Any injuries sustained herein... Yada yada yada. Let's get this over with." He says. "Let's kill that son of a bitch all over again." He was wearing his oldest suit and carrying identical weapons, as to replicate the night exactly. This was long before he met Marker and the militia, and long before he even knew anything outside of his Earth. Back to the basics. A mechanical female voice droned through the speakers in the room as Cylus prepared himself and stepped into the pod. [quote][b]Simulation Loading... %75... %99... Loaded.[/b][/quote] With that, the world around him seemed to melt before rebuilding into a familiar sight. [b][i]Earth, Year 20-- ---------- City, Warehouse District 00:27 hours.[/i][/b] Now crouching atop a building near the docks, Cylus observed from afar as Vector's men patrolled the area. His breath steamed in the chilly air, a thin layer of snow coating the ground. Swinging a bag off of his shoulder, he unzips it and begins assembling its contents. Moments later, he had put together a sniper rifle, holding it and aiming it at the men below. [i][b]Pft. Pft. Pft.[/b][/i] The silenced shots sped across the courtyard, the bullets embedding themselves in the skulls of various men. The bodies dropped one by one, small coats of blood marking the otherwise white snow. He had looped the security camera feeds so that nothing would seem suspicious, and when each body was laying dead on the floor, Cylus made his move. He dropped from the roof of the two story building and landed with a thud. Jogging over to the East face of the building, he located the external circuit board and cut all the power. The sky went dark and shouts of confusion could be heard from inside. Cylus snuck his way in, using the dark to his advantage. Executing each man that he came across until he made it to the second floor. Someone was smart enough to find the circuit board and reboot the power. With that, all hell broke loose. Cylus was exposed and all the men turned towards him, spraying their assault rifles at him and sounding off. Obviously, this didn't work, and Cylus used the confusion against them. Pulling his two handguns, he fired at the surrounding crowds. When he ran out of ammo and couldn't reload, he charged them with knives. From the floor above, Vector and his two closest men waited. [b]"He's here! Kill him, NOW!"[/b] Vector shouted. "You two, stick with me." Half of his face burned and scarred from his last encounter with Cylus, Vector armed himself with his weapons and waited, the three men standing alone in the room. ... Below, Cylus stood in a crowd of smoking bodies, blood staining the walls, floors, and his suit. He was yet to shed a drop of his own. He wasn't dumb enough to walk through the front door, so he jumped out the window. Using his grapples, he swung around until his feet met the wall and he was able to climb to the roof. Cylus made his way to the glass sunroof above Vector and his two men, shouting as he rained death from above. Landing on the man to Vector's immediate left, Cylus embedded a knife in his skull and fired a bullet in his back before kicking Vector over and turning on the other man. [b][i][u]Present...[/u][/i][/b] They stood in a triangle, guns raised. It was down to two versus one. A crime lord and his right hand man versus a bloodlusted vigilante with nothing to lose. ... [b][i]As Q played controlled the simulation, he was notified of another person entering the room. Scanning, he found the observation deck and located another person sitting in a chair, watching as the events played out. He sighed as he could not get distracted, so he merely played on. Cylus could deal with them when he was done.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Open, finish the simulation!!![/spoiler]