
Cubed looks down at the networked-tissue comprising the mothership as it devolves in the metallic mandibles and claws of his nanospider-carrion. They ping under the silent fall of his feet as he progresses down the hollow corridor. Back home - out of the Tunnels via Parfaxitas. He'd been poisoned, even had a hand in it himself. The hollow cavity where his right eye once was throbs with pain. Thick, vicious no-life substance shifting in the recessed facial feature. Something in him knows She set him up... He and his S2/3 swarm shall eat their way forward to dayside, consuming all the Black-Φ zombies that line their path. Something is growing under his feet as his nanodroid eat...The Athiel-Complex is expanding and could very well consume all remnants of signal down here. "That's when I hit the limitless compression state and make an uber-spark" he reminds himself.
Diamond is coming down, he'd been drugged by some lackies and left badly bruised in the alleyway. He's tough shit though - it barely phases him and his achey bones carry on. They hadn't gotten a word out of him; he knows only silence. VanMile had been snooping around when the Black-Φ agent had stepped out of the shadows greeting him with a nano-anesthetic needle to the neck. His vision flickered in some purple and greenish hue accompanied by a distortion of shape and form of nearby objects. It subsides but Diamond knows it's the effects of the drugs..."That bastard was wearing the original Titan mask," he thinks. Had all these operations been a front for someone to try to lift the T-cluster from the Neo-D Labs? Half his face was there in Dayside, NZI Towers @Parfaxitas held the nightside half. "Wasn't there A break-in at Owl HQ too?" he can't focus...visions a little blurry and kinda monochrome...a Black glove extends a blank white sheet of paper in front of him; the words appear: "Abraxas ate his face. Welcome to Crime Game." Diamond will submerge himself in the hollow dark abyss to find his answers. Knowledge is always a black tower.
They step out through the diseased wall, arrangements must be made to have the D.C.C.s fix these oversights.