Log entry 7

Agent: UNKNOWN

Western Market district, Halcyon city

Time: 0113 hours, Date: 20/04/2144

Status: Standby

Even without his power over time, the very seconds seemed to slow on their own and suddenly stop as Jason stared at the woman standing out in the open, completely in the buff. Sure it might not have been the best thing to do (and in all honesty if anyone else was around, they would've probably called the cops on him ), but his mind could only stare back in complete confusion as to what this woman was doing here, or what could of possibly lead her to up to here

"She might be a tad too old for you, you know," Cyclop's sarcastic remark reminding him that he was there

"Not the time to be snarky, Cyclops" Jason shot back, as he slowly walked over to the woman. She was beautiful, to say the least. Creamy toned skin, soft, snow-white hair, incredibly endowed in both the chest and rump, plus a jaw-dropping hourglass figure. She was flawless, like one of those dolls that those sick, perverted Elysium scumbags paid thousands to build. Piece of him was tempted to poke her to find out.

"So how long are you going to stand there gawking at her?" Cyclops chimed in

Jason rolled his eyes and ignored him. "Excuse me, miss. Are you okay?"

If somehow you couldn't see her body, then her face alone would cause even the most arrogant of men to stutter when speaking to her. High cheekbones, a perfect nose line, and plump lips, but her grey eyes, round and piercing somehow looked dull and distant, as if she wasn't even there.

Jason raised an eyebrow, "Miss? Miss, I asked if you were alright?"

Suddenly, without any sort of warning, Jason found himself holding up a heavyweight as her body pressed onto his."

What the devil?" Jason said as he fought a losing battle to keep his balance and the woman from falling to the ground. They fell into a heap, with his skull cushioning the impact of her fall. He clutched the back of his head in pain. After a few moments of trying to ease the throbbing, he looked up to see Cyclops standing over him with his arms folded

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," He said, offering him a hand

"Seriously, not in the mood right now, Cyclops," Jason replied, getting up from under the woman.

She lay on the ground with her eyes closed and her arms wrapped around her knees folded into her chest. She looked peaceful, like a baby in the womb, but they couldn't just leave her here.

"Come on," Jason said kneeling down to get a better grip on her, "We gotta help her."

Cyclops tossed him a glance, "Right, now if every homeless woman was as well endowed as she was, you'd practically be a saint"

He looked back at him, "Hey, just because I'm trying to be a decent human being, doesn't mean I'm trying to get lucky."

"Right, you're all about making opportunities and exploiting them." Cyclops continued, "You're all about making your own luck."

"Okay, you're being a little hurtful now"

"Alright, fine" Cyclops finally surrendered, "But how do we know that someone isn't out looking for her right now?"

"Given the circumstances, I don't think we should give her up if anyone comes to look for her," Jason said as he gripped her forearm. It was warm and soft, at least confirming that she wasn't some high-class pleasure android "I mean, I can only see a few situations that would land someone in this position. And none of them really involve a loving family looking for a wandering, naked relative"

"Fair enough," said Cyclops.

Suddenly from a little ways off came a crash followed by what could only be described by some sort of feral screech.

Jason and Cyclops remained still for a few moments, an unnerving silence settling over the area. Cyclops started off in the direction of the ruckus.

"I'll investigate." He said, walking away, "Stay here"

Jason nodded and stood up, the woman slouched over his shoulder. He watched the robot go and eventually disappeared around a corner into the neon-lit street, but as the seconds ticked by, Jason felt an icy dread creep up from his stomach.

'PFFT!' a sound from the rooftop above

"Oh to hell with this," Jason panicked, as he threw open the lid of a nearby trash can. Lucky for him, it was empty, but at the same time, he didn't think that a trash can would be the most hygienic of places to hide someone naked. There was no time as a strange, menacing hiss pierced through the air. Without a second thought, he jumped in with the woman in tow and pulled the lid closed as quietly as possible just as the sound of a body dropping into the alley echoed from outside his hiding spot.

There was another menacing hiss and Jason found himself holding his own mouth closed as not to utter a sound, but after a few moments of dreadful silence came a frustrated snarl.

"Where could she be?" The voice, cold and threatening.

The sound of footsteps resonated through the alley but eventually grew closer until Jason could swear they were right outside the trash can

"Have you located Subject Four yet?" A new voice, deep and professional

"Does it look like I have?" The first voice spat back, "Have any of the other teams reported back anything?"

"I wouldn't be here if they had, Sikmon," Replied the second voice, "This is bad. If we manage to lose one of The Pandora's top generals-"

"Don't say it like this is our fault," Sikmon corrected, "The boss will understand what happened, but he'll be furious that the hacker managed to break through our firewalls. And even more furious when he learns that they managed to get there hands on the prototype Hermes suit"

"Speaking of which, Apollo team reported in that they have narrowed the hackers' location down to a L.A.S complex to the east end of this district. They seem to be a five-man cell from "

"An assault team on standby?"

"Three. I counted thirty-five men. The thing is that Apollo team could only confirm that the prototype was in their possession. There's still no word on if Subject Four is with them or not"

Sikmon grunted in disproval, "I don't like it, but it's best we work with what we have." He said, "I'm leading the assault. Those hackers are going to pay for messing up my date night. And as for Subject Four, well, she couldn't have gotten far on her own, but have a skeleton crew keep up the search."

"I'll have the boss informed." The second voice said, as his footsteps began to grow distant "Happy hunting"

Sikmon scoffed as his own footsteps began to also become very distant until finally, they were completely out of earshot. Still, Jason waited a few moments before finally reopening the bin's cover and climbing out, taking in a large breath of semi-clean air.

"Ah man, it smelled like rotten eggs and diapers" He coughed, trying not to throw up.

After a few seconds of dry heaving, he calmed himself and pulled his unconscious guest from out of the putrid hiding spot.

"Lucky you being unconscious," He joked to himself, as he slung her arm over his shoulder. But as he stared at the woman's sleeping form, he couldn't help but think over the conversation between the two men. 'Subject Four?' that phrase alone, created so many questions, but he was willing to bet his all of his night's winning that this woman could possibly be connected to whatever it was those men were talking about.

"I couldn't locate the sound of the noise," Jason's heart practically skipped a beat, as the words came from out of the darkness.

Turning around slowly (partially because of the woman weighed him down, but also to regain his breath), he was thankful to find that it was only Cyclops.

"Not the time for a jump scare," Jason said

"Why. Did I miss something?"

"Oh, you could say that."

Jason explained everything he'd heard from the men to the robot: from the hacker to the whole Subject Four thing and even to the potential L.A.S complex assault. Cyclops listened and when he was finished, shook his head and spoke, "You really think that woman has anything to do with them."

Jason shrugged, "Honestly, this night has gotten pretty weird in the space of only about thirty minutes, but those men referred to this Subject Four as she. I say it's a safe bet that she might have something to do with them."

"And if that's the case, then why not give her up" Cyclops argued,

"Another safe bet is that guys like that might not be too pleased with the public having knowledge of who she is and they may want to have all loose ends tightened." Jason paused and glanced at the woman, "Plus, to give her up to guys like that. It....it would just seem cruel to me"

Jason sighed "The devil have I gotten myself into, I haven't the clue. But I think I know somewhere I can probably get some answers." He eased the woman into Cyclop's arms and looked at him

"What are you planning?" Cyclop's voice, full of simulated concern

"Something a little risky and dangerous, but don't worry about it. Use the sewers and take her back to our place."

"That makes me worry more." Cyclops replied, scooping the woman into his arms "And what am I supposed to tell Arcemides and Rose about this?"

"Think of something, I'll be back soon, trust me."

"But-"

But before Cyclops could protest anymore, Jason was already outside of the alley