[b]Ashes And Their Secrets // Somewhere Outside Tatakai // 5:43 PM // The Marshal. [/b] [i]"I never wanted to come back to this place..." JT admitted as he walked along the Cylaki deserts, allowing the brown boots to become caked with dirt and the spurs on the back to send a small chiming sound out for miles and miles in the barren expanse of land that was the desert. The hot sun beat down on the Marshal's muscular body from above and his cowboy hat managed to avoid letting rays from the massive ball of fire in the sky hit his cyan blue eyes, both of which were synthetic in different ways, for one was grown in a test tube and the other was mechanized and installed into the head. "...But, Gunther left his work behind... God damn facility." JT was speaking into a digital recorder to keep track of all the important logs on his adventures and travels. On that one log he had, was a complete retelling of his time from Cedyetica after the Prison Break and the rogue Psion saved him, to the Twilight and Phoenix's Unborn, now all up to this single point in time where the wind stood still and the sun beat down, almost as if he was lost in time, though the clock in his Tac-Pad installed in his left arm had definitely been counting time. It was counting down for whatever reason, one hour, though JT was the only one who knew why. JT turned off the recording device and quickly stuffed it into the left pocket of his duster, which was so tattered, torn, old and frail that it could be ripped from his body with a tug from anybody, even a young child. That was the Marshal's only regret, children, he was there for two of them but not for Natalie. He only wished that he could have spent more time in his life with his firstborn child, at least the one that he had known he had on his way out of Cylak the first time around. He doubted that there would be a chance to savour any more time though. 57:32. The Cowboy's vision was filled with nothing but sand and sun for miles, with the occasional cacti scattered around the lands he inhabited, though in the corner of his eye was a hut. How funny, that was his target, not some multi billionaire's head or some bandit's compound, his target was four rickety walls and a roof made of the same stuff you build an outhouse from, that being wood. Still though, JT understood what had to have been done in that shack, and he understood that likely wasn't the only thing he would be facing inside that establishment. 52:12. Eight minutes since the hour had passed, and JT arrived at the shack. The door was left agape for him to just waltz in, though the Techno-Cowboy was only growing more and more suspicious of this place. This location held dark secrets of his past and the man who created him was dead, so who could be exiting this location, or entering for that matter? Either way, JT had a mission to carry out, his last mission that would involve his past in the slightest. So he pulled Triple Tap from his back, loaded in the trio of uranium tipped slugs, and he entered the room. A lonesome, silver-doored elevator was in the centre of it, with steel walls surrounding it. That was his way in, so he stepped in and pressed the button labeled "B9." 49:58. The descent trip in the elevator was hellish and painfully slow, but it gave some insight as to what happened in this facility. Rows upon rows off pods filled too the brim with a cloudy green substance and a subject inside, each floor showing the difference from fetus, to baby, to full grown adult man at the very bottom floor. The seventh floor was where the sickening nightmare of a ride ended for JT, so he stepped out of the elevator with great caution as he raised the shotgun in his hand. He was supposed to go two floors down but it let him off here, JT was suspicious of this. 45:34. The ticking clock meant JT had to race his way down, but his time wasn't a concern seeing as he still had forty five minutes to get what he had to get done, and be on his way. Still though, JT would at least have wished to complete his goal and get to the generator room faster. So he walked along the steel halls and beside the old and slightly rusted pipes, as the only lights shining down on him were synthetic and from the lamps above him. All of them radiated a bright light with a tinge of blue to their shade, as they hit upon the floors and walls as well as the body and frame of the cowboy. Past the tubes he went, which gave more insight about him and his brothers. He was no man, he was no machine, he was a science project, concocted within this very laboratory by some mad scientist with a hate for all humanity and a need for an army. Only difference between now and his youth is that the creator had six shots in his heart, rather than a love for his creations or the specimen that killed him. JT was specimen JT890M, he only felt bad for the other hundreds of his brothers and sisters that existed throughout the lands. 32:21. "John," a small voice called out to hmm from behind, though in truth it was from a full grown adult woman, one with a voice that JT recognized clear as day. Even after sixteen years and another twenty four before that, he knew this woman was not dead. He spun around but quickly faced disappointment, as he learned the truth. It was not his sister, it was a clone of his sister, who was a test tube child herself, he could tell by the fact this woman looked Indian when Janice was not of that ethnicity. So "John" as he was referred to as, raised the shotgun, pulled the second trigger, and allowed a volley of three bullets to all fly out at once and annihilate the woman. She fell to the ground, dead, as JT's sanity only decreased from that point. 21:09. The eighth floor was a shitstorm if JT ever saw one. The tubes in this location were shattered and broken, vials and full grown chambers lay all along the ground with the corpses of young adults that looked to be in their twenties, all scattered about on the floor with various looks, skins, and some even having tattoos on their skins. It sickened JT, because he knew something in the facility was horribly wrong. Then, groans of pain. Each of the bodies made a soft noise as some even twitched, and one stared directly at JT with bloodshot eyes. And so JT put his shotgun on his back, grabbed his revolvers, and started his work. When the mercy killings were soon done and over with, JT continued his mission, now JT was on the bottom floor, and that was where the generators were. JT knew what needed to be done, so he accelerated the clock on his Tac-Pad in those moments. The clock hit 0:03, and JT allowed a tear to run down the side of his synthetic face with a whimper and a thought of his family. 0:02 struck and JT started to choke up, as he thought of friends like Lance, Treyman, Etana and even old enemies like Frost. 0:01, JT accepted his fate as he stood directly n the center of several generators. 0:00, came with a loud and deafening boom as explosions filled the room, coming from the body of the extremely volatile cowboy. His insides were on the remnants of the walls as the facility and all the layers ceased to function, and the generators on al floors simultaneously exploded. JT packed himself with an extremely volatile and explosive element, which forced his body to blow up in a brilliant mixture of blood red paste and orange explosions. When the explosions ended, the facility was collapsed and even the shack walls above were gone. But JT was gone too. [/I] ((Open to feedback and thoughts))