There are more than alligators in these Sewers

Late, a concept that Phoenix became familiar with once becoming partners with Micheal after all, it didn't matter what sort of event the two were attending because the pair would always arrive after the designated time as the universe seemed to hold a grudge over her partner. Hence, the reason that Micheal was scrambling out of the subway train, leading Phoenix to their destination while civilians seemed to dodge out of their way and if it wasn't for their vests, then a fight would have likely occurred. Yet, onlookers, despite being displeased with how the duo was acting, held a bit of fear within their gaze because it was quite obvious something horrible was happening for the pair to be in such a hustle.

Refocusing her gaze on Micheal, she followed his lead in leaping over the turnstile as the duo didn't have a second to waste, and conquered the stairway as well before the two finally reached the streets of New York City. Excitement was radiating off her partner to the point where she swore she heard him humming, though it wasn't surprising considering that he had been enthusiastic about the mission ever since the message arrived earlier in the day.



Sprawled out on the couch in her designated living space, it wasn't the most comfortable piece of furniture, but ultimately she didn't feel like moving either hence she remained on the lumpy little piece of furniture yet, her head perked up slightly as an eager voice rang out, one that belong to her partner as he seemed to want her to glance at something he probably found on the internet or television.

Using her right arm, she pulled herself upright in order to get off the piece of furniture only to stop her action as her partner came barreling into her line of gaze with the laptop that the government issued to him. An overeager grin was plastered on his face almost as if it was Christmas morning and Santa had brought him everything he could ever want. Presenting the laptop to him as if he was offering the Queen of England a gift, Phoenix reads over the message to see that the duo was being sent an important mission or as Micheal claimed 'a real mission'.

Micheal was pleased, and as she was finishing the message, her partner was already talking about the weapons depot...



Despite being late in the evening, the city wasn't that dark due to all the light pollution, though it was much easier for the pair to weave through the crowds of people in order to reach their destination. It wasn't long before the temporary barrier was insight and Micheal was quick to hop the fence followed by Phoenix after all, she had been jumping fences her entire life. Yet, their entrance wasn't quite accepted by the other agents who seemed to shoot them dirty looks, but like the civilians in the subway station, Phoenix ignored their gazes.

A voice called out not too long after the pair jumped the fence, one from a female who has been referring to Micheal using a nickname of 'Space Cadet' before she mentioned that the Captain was irate, but who wouldn't be? The mission was one classified as a 'Black Ops' and was quite important and here the pair was arriving late honestly, Opelle questioned why they wouldn't give Micheal an earlier time, then the rest of the squad as then, perhaps, the two would arrive on time for once.

Micheal ignored the comments in favor of giving a quick goodbye as he jogged off to which Phoenix followed his lead, taking a moment to glance at the female who seemed quite displeased at being blown off. Nearing the tactical van though, another voice called out, one from Captain Sawyer who was quite irate yet, his tongue lashing would have to wait as the radio crackled announcing that contact had been lost with two agents... Yet, the voice that had declared that communication was lost from the two agents declared that singing could be heard as well which was quite... Odd...

Orders to Micheal and to Phoenix to go first were made, where three gunners would be flank them while other teams would be dispatched to cut off all exits in case their enhanced couldn't set the psychopath aflame.

Descending down the sewers after Micheal, surprisingly, it wasn't as dark as she would have imagined it, though that was mostly thanks to the maintenance lights that had been switched on. Yet, Phoenix couldn't help, but feel little butterflies fluttering about in her stomach, none of them knew what they were going up against and it only seemed to put the Tracker on edge, yet she didn't let the anxious feeling control her and followed after Micheal as he proceed forward, her hands moving slowly in front of her just to prepare herself for what was to come.

There was no training on the planet that could have prepared Michael for the moment the two dead bodies were flung out in front of him. The young Handler stopped short, his wide eyes instantly going to Phoenix's, as the more experienced soldiers went around them. "We've been trained for this," he said quietly, though it was a tossup whether he was trying to reassure himself or her. "We got this."

They so did not have this. Another man went down as the monster was revealed. Michael froze: he studied the thing, listened carefully to that sing song voice, and tried very hard to remember what it was he was supposed to do. The better trained soldiers reacted instantly. Gunfire clattered around them and Mikey fell back with a wince. He backed up towards Phoenix.

As soon as the gunfire started it was over. The Handler wasn't sure what to do now, but it seemed like their target was dead. A smile lit across his face and he turned to grin conspiratorially at his partner while the soldiers did their jobs around them. He was all for going out and getting victory ice cream, but it seemed like they hadn't actually won.

Mr. Bloom, who had just been declared dead, was talking again. Worse, he was killing people. Mikey's mouth dropped open in shock as the last two real soldiers in their party were killed. "Nooooo," he intoned, reaching for the slowly dying woman. Michael caught her before she fell, trusting Phoenix to have his back, and cradled her carefully as he tried to come up with a way to save her. He wasn't a medic, though. Besides, she was beyond saving.

"We're not running," the young man said, looking up from the dying woman he was holding to glare at the monster in front of him. His gaze flickered to Phoenix. He held up a red smudged hand to his partner, asking her to hold off for a few seconds, so he could try to reason with the monster. Because that was a great idea. If it attacked, though, she was more than welcome to set it on fire.

"You said you're lonely, right?" he asked Bloom as his brows knit in misplaced compassion. "We can help you," Michael suggested. The young Handler glanced down at the woman in his arms. Her eyes were unfocused. He closed his own eyes in grief and carefully closed her eyelids before setting her down gently on the ground.