"Italy."

Tyler unfurled a map on Hayley's dining room table, tapping the small image of Rome. Josh felt a curl of anger deep in his stomach, festering and bubbling as he remembered what happened the last time he was in Europe. His eyes glanced at the small country of Romania.

"That's where Gerard will be hiding," Tyler said, circling the city with a metal finger. "He had two places he always went to when shit went south- Rome and Bucharest. But Rome's defenses have always been better, so he'll be holed up there."

"How on earth are we going to get to another continent?" Ryan asked incredulously.

"Boat?" Hayley shrugged when they shot her unimpressed looks. "Don't look at me like that, it's better than risking a fight in an airport. Plus, I hate TSA."

"It's not a bad idea, but crossing the Atlantic would take too long," Josh said. "I think plane is our best bet, even with the risk. It's fast and efficient, and it's easier to predict the air than the sea."

"We could steal a private jet," Ryan suggested.

"Or force someone to fly us," Tyler added.

Josh rolled his eyes. "Or neither, you heathens. I'm not going to get arrested committing grand theft air."

"My brother owns a jet," Hayley's mom piped up.

All four turned to her.

"What?" Hayley gawked.

Her mom shrugged. "You remember Uncle Thomas, right? Yeah, he owns a company that rents private jets. I can rent one, I've got a family discount."

"That would actually help a lot," Hayley nodded. "Now all we need to figure out is what places to go after."

"Well, we've got two places already, surely they don't have any more bases."

"You'd be surprised," Josh and Tyler said at the same time.

Tyler's eyes lit up. "The prisoner."

Josh smacked his forehead. "Fuck, the prisoner."

"He can give us more places to hit," Hayley said, smacking the table with a grin.

Ryan pulled away from the table. "Do you think he'll be willing to talk?"

"We'll make him," Tyler said with a grin that sent shivers through Josh. "Josh, sweetheart, care to join me in the van?"

The man was still unconscious, bloody and bound in the back of their stolen van. He stirred when Josh slid the side door open, grimacing with anger at the sight of them.

"Bastards," he grumbled, shuffling uncomfortably.

Tyler stepped into the van and crouched in front of him, gripping his neck with his metal arm. He tightened his grip enough for the man to go red in the face, flailing and trying to get away from him.

"You're going to tell me where the rest of you Templar sons of bitches are," Tyler began, squeezing so hard that the man's face deepened into a shade of maroon. "And maybe, if your answer satisfies me, I'll let you live."

He released, and the man gulped for air.

"F... fuck you," he retorted.

After a pause of stunned silence, Tyler laughed and stood. He grabbed the man's head and slammed it into the van floor, the sickening crack echoing.

Josh grimaced at the violence. Just because he was desensitized to it didn't mean he wanted to see it up close. He had to look away, listening to his lover pummel the man near to death before he shouted.

"Th- there's five!"

Tyler stopped. Josh turned back, making eye contact with the man, and crouched in front of him.

"Where?" He asked gruffly.

"R-Rome," he began, blood dribbling from his lips. "D.C. Bucharest, Mykonos, London."

"The D.C. one is already destroyed," Tyler said. "So we have four left."

"You won't beat us." The man spat a glob of red mucus into his lap. "Gerard's unstoppable. You can kill his followers, but unless you kill him, you'll always be hunted."

"Then we kill him."

"You can't."

Josh grabbed the man's neck. "Why not?"

"H-he injected himself with an imperfect serum," he stammered.

"And?"

"And he- he's barely human now. He's got the strength, sure, and the healing factor, but that's not what makes him unstoppable."

Tyler rested his boot over one of the man's hands, threatening to crush it. "Where is he?"

"I don't know." The man started wheezing. "Honestly, I don't! I'm just a watcher. The serum, it-it turned him into something you won't be able to stop. Even his followers are scared of him."

"Good. Maybe that'll knock some sense into you."

He grinned. "Don't forget, Tyler Joseph, that you used to be one of us. You all used to be. What makes you better than us?"

Josh let go of his neck and planted both hands on the side of his head. "We're not."

He twisted his head, neck snapping instantly. The man slumped forward.

"You couldn't let him suffer a little longer?" Tyler pouted.

"Nope."

Josh stood and wiped the blood on his pants. "I guess we're going to Europe after all."