Alex sat on a ripped up mattress, reassembling his shotgun, when he heard his cell phone ring. Confused, he reached out and checked the ID. It was a series of random numbers. Grinning to himself, Alex answered the phone "why hello?" He stated in the closest he could make his voice sound normal, which still sounded like a sick man. "Alex, we have to talk." Replied the voice. Leaning back, Alex dropped his fake voice "Aren't we?" "No, get safe, I'll be there in five." And with that the voice hung up. Sighing, Alex set his shotgun on the ground and laid down on the "bed". "I better not be stood up" he thought as he closed his eyes.

James put his phone down, relaxing back in his recliner. "What are you going to do?" Questioned Watson, watching James. "I am going to go to sleep." Sighing, Watson went back to recalibrating his left arm. This caused James to smile "funny, you used to always pressure me to go to sleep." Watson didn't look up, muttering "I'll keep watch." Sighing, James closed his eyes, and in no time was in the realm of dreams.

"Took you long enough." Mumbled Alex, legs crossed like he had previously been meditating. "I went to sleep just a few moments after I hung up." Replied James, drifting around. "Why did you want to talk?" James looked towards Alex "I have the algorithms, the upgrades, and I know the locations. What have you done?" Alex laughed "I am truly impressed, that was quick." "We are enemies with every major organization and with the most influential terrorist group, we have no time." Snapped James, balling his fists.

James felt his anger start to sap away looking at Alex's emotionless face. "You've been letting the voice influence you." Alex stated matter of factly, keeping his face stone solid. James looked down in shame, not able to respond. "James, the voice will fuck you. Okay?" Nodding, James kept looking down, silent. "I found a group for us, but they need time. I've also been working on a few new gadgets and toys." James looked back up "How many?" "Five, three of them prodigies in the field of genetic manipulation, two are computer geniuses, and one of the prodigies unknowingly laid the groundwork to have an improved version of the energy algorithm."

Watson finished packing their things and sat back, watching James' face as he slept. Shaking his head, he went over to the laptop and continued translating the mutations algorithm. After he typed for a bit, he sat back, sighing and hit his hand on something. Looking down he saw the duffle bag Alex sent them. Deciding now was a good time, Watson opened the bag. Taking out an oddly shaped knife, Watson read the label on it. "A WASP, press of the button and this bitch stings." Holding out the knife, Watson pressed the button and heard a loud hiss, feeling the force push against his hand. Not seeing how this could be effective, Watson put it back and kept rummaging.

The Operator held her head in her hands, stressed beyond belief. "You expect me to authorize this?" Black suit sighed, his namesake thrown across a chair "I know this is bullshit, but it really is the best option." "Making another agent to track down an agent has been done before." responsed Gray suit, filing through paper work. "This hasn't though." Muttered White suit, head still wrapped in bandages. "Enough!" Yelled the Operator, feeling her headache grow worse. 

Watson held a weird looking grenade in his hand, wondering what this one's label read. "I think this one is an EMP, could be concussive, not too sure." Careful to put it back, Watson decided now was a good time to go back to work. Typing more, he started to hear something in the distance. It was probably just a news chopper.

"Listen Ma'am, we need this authorized if we want to bring Alex down." Begged White suit. "We won't be able to catch him otherwise." "He is right you know." Interjected Gray suit, "our best shot is putting this plan into action." Sighing, the Operator stood up "ethically though, how?" Slamming his fist into the table, White suit then pointed at his bandages "what about these?" "I don't know!" Screamed the Operator.

The chopper was louder now, causing Watson to look out his window. Suddenly jumping back, Watson grabbed James and brought him down with the laptop. Bullets riddled through the room from the outside chopper. Waiting for it to fly overhead, Watson threw the laptop in the duffle bag, an unconscious James over his shoulder, and bolted. Doing his best to avoid debris, he kicked down the door and overclocked his systems, running.

Resting a hand on the Operator's shoulder, Black suit sighed "Cass...I know you feel strongly about Alex. I do too. We have to do this though." Feeling tears go down her face, the Operator looked down "he doesn't deserve to be hunted this way." Squeezing her shoulder, Black suit waited. Breathing in shakily, Cassandra quiet whispered "okay, you can do it, but you'll have to forge my signature. I can't write it myself." Gray suit started to object but White suit held out his arm "won't be the first time. I'm sorry it has come to this." Cassandra just nodded, hoping she would never have to look Alex in the eyes after this.

"Targets are alive. I repeat, confirmation that targets escaped with Holy Grail." "Roger that, police are on route to your location, evac immediately." "Understood." Milgrim set the phone down and looked at Avery, who was sitting across from him. Tightening his tie, Milgrim shrugged at Avery "maybe you shouldn't have put all those algorithms on one laptop."

"We got the order!" Yelled a scientist as he walked in, rapping a clipboard. Everyone started moving around fast, typing, turning dials. The scientist with the clipboard sat down and pulled up a file. Alex. Reworking some numbers, the scientist changed on small thing at the top, retyping Alex as Exal. Now, all they had to do was synchronize the new dna and wavelengths with the old.