Marshall Gueffery looked up at the building he'd come to as he stepped out of the van and onto the sidewalk.
"Doesn't seem very... conspicuous, does it now?" he mused to one of his comrades.
They chuckled, and began towards the building. Not bothering to take out any security cameras on their way, the trio began to make their way toward the main doors.
"I'm sorry Sir, but this area is restricted to..." the guard was cut off as the telekinetic with Guffery snapped his neck.
He fell to the ground instantly, blood flowing from a wound where the bones of his neck were penetrating his skin.
Guffery opened the door and stepped through. Making their way over to reception, anyone in the room was also killed as he looked around decisively.
"He's close," he decided, "we need to get to the third level."
"This way," the telekinetic insisted, leading them over to a stairwell.
"And there couldn't be an easier way," Guffery rolled his eyes.
They made their way down to the third level and stepped out into a white laced corridor. Anyone in sight was killed instantly as Guffery led the way through the cells they came to.
Christian looked up from where he was sitting back against a wall as the guard standing at his door collapsed. Frowning slightly, he was beginning to wonder who was here after who.
When the three men he didn't recognise came to his door, he frowned as he watched the glass shatter and the men step through.
"Christian Thomas," Guffery smiled, the triumph on his face immediately recognisable.
"And they all thought I'd never find you."
Christian just shook his head as he slowly stood from where he was sitting.
"And who are you?" he demanded, folding his arms across his chest.
"Who I am is unimportant..." Guffery insisted, pulling the red gloves from his hands, "it is who you are. Little Raider."
Christian froze as a chill crept through his chest. Taking control of himself before he could start hyperventilating, he began to back off.
"Guffery?" he could hardly speak the name.
"I'm so glad you remember me, Christian. I really am. I thought maybe after all these years you may have forgotten who helped kick start your career."
"My career?" Christian shook his head in disbelief, continuing to back away as the other two men approached him, "if you hadn't have $#!+ing killed my parents I'd have..."
"You wouldn't be the person you were today," Guffery insisted, "get him."
"$#!+ NO!" Christian yelled, ducking away from the two men before being cornered.
He gulped as he felt the power of the telekinetic begin to take hold of him.
"You can't take me in now," he insisted, "it's too late."
"It is never too late," Gueffery insisted, making his way over.
He stood in front of him for a moment, before reaching out and slipping his hand around the back of his neck. His thumb massaged Christian's jaw in a less than comforting manner.
"Welcome home, Christian Thomas."
"I can't leave this room," Christian insisted, his voice shaky as the two men with Guffery chaine dhim up securely.
"Oh really?"
"I can't," Christian raised his eyebrows, "there's a chip in my skull that will stop me."
"Well we'll soon see about that," the telekinetic grunted, pulling a chain tight over Christian's shoulder.
Christian finched slightly, then stared at Guffery.
"Fine, if you want me dead. Go ahead and take me."
Guffery hesitated, stroking his chin a little.
"I had a feeling it would come to this. We will need to remove these chips..."
"Fine. I'll be dead either way."
"You're underestimating me Christian. I don't like that."
The two nameless men forced Christian to his knees in the centre of the floor, before the one who wasn't telekinetic began to inspect his scalp. Closing his eyes for a moment, he found the scar with his fingertips and looked up at Guffery.
"I've found it."
"Then remove it," Guffery insisted.
Christian just looked up at him questioningly, before he felt a bolt of pain hit him. Arching his back slightly, he felt as his skin tore open and the chip began to dissipate. Right up untilt he last moment, the chip gave off its own painful punishment, let alone what pain errupted due to them fetching it.
When it was over, Christian fell backwards. The men caught him, before attempting to pull him to his feet.
Christian cringed as the men pulled him from the cell, flinching a little as he was made to walk over the broken glass from the door.
"Pain barrier a little broken there, Christian?" came Guffery's voice when he noticed.
"Bite me."
"It seems as though you've already been bitten a few times..."
Christian gulped a little, wondering exactly what powers Guffery had on him at the moment to let him know that. Knowing Blakesley, he could have had anything available.
A little down the corridor, they stopped at an office.
"Watch him," Guffery ordered the telekinetic, as he and the other stepped through the doorway.
Christian eyed off the telekinetic as he felt the man take hold of him with his mind. They heard the other two rummaging in a back closet.
After possibly ten minutes, the two men emerged. Guffery's accomplice held possibly five folders beneath his left arm.
"Let's go," Guffery ordered.
Christian gulped slightly as he was led down the corridors to the entrance, seeing many unrecognisable bodies scattered everywhere. Half of them looked like the clones Blakesley had worked so hard on.
When he was taken outside he was led to a black van with dark tinted windows. He noticed the plates had been customized, but that was basically all he saw before he was pulled in through the back doors.
Once in, one of the men quickly gagged Christian with a loose piece of material, before a black sack was pulled over his head and tied with something around his neck to prevent it slipping off. He heard the front doors open and close before the van started and he was roughly pushed into a corner. He clenched his fists as he tried to keep calm. For his own sake.