Dear Alexander,

Thank you for your offer. If the time comes, we can be considered allies and help eachother.

Mina 

Yo, Mutants. I am at your service.

Thank you, Angelena.

Well, you know how I make all those automatons and I have an army of animals? I think they will still work for me and maybe I can make more, maybe even try humans.

I smile at Sprocket.

"Automatons?" I grin wickedly. 

I flap down the tunnel. THis is who I will be working for?

"Greetings." I say, trying to sound friendly. Everyone turns. I perch on the ceiling. 

Krater strolled down the filthy street, calmly munching on an apple—most likely stolen. The young male whistled softly, a light, carefree sound that echoed slightly down the narrow way as he strolled along. He tossed the half-eaten apple over his shoulder, keen eyes skimming over the dirty street and the few homeless people that milled about. "Dang. . . The king eats all he wants, while people out here are starving," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he let loose one last  whistling note. 

The sound  of heavy soled boots pounding across the rough stones that the street consisted of caused him to turn his head and cast a fleeting glance over his shoulder. Upon catching sight of the two armed 'enforcers' jogging towards him, Krater muttered a muffled curse under his breath. The young man knew that the other people on the street, not matter how old or sickly they were, would do anything for some coin. And a young man dressed in decent clothes, instead of the normal filthy rags that most people in the slums tended to wear, would most likely catch their attention. He also knew that after his last 'trade'-gone-wrong the small troop of 'enforcers' that had shown up had manage to snap a fleeting image of his fleeing figure. Now guessing that one of the people on the street had managed to get their grubby hands on some type of walkie-talkie, Krater figured his best chance was to make a break for it.

His theory was proven several seconds later—an old scarecrow of a man hopped up and began screaming about how his prize was over 'here'. Though, by the time the guards arrived next to the ranting man, the only thing that they spotted was a dark shadow sprinting down the filthy road. The old man then proceeded to screech in one of the man's faces about how he wanted his coins. The bulky 'enforcer' simply brushed the spittle of his face and gave the old man a nasty back-hand as across his sucken cheekbone, which sent him reeling, before charging after the fleeing figure while waving the other 'enforcer' after him.

Krater didn't once look back, and his lean frame darted around corners, down alleys, and across small bridges. His long legs pumped, and he used his knowledge of the streets as best as he could. He had finally managed to put some distance between him and the two other men when he took a wrong turn and ended up in a dead-end. The young released a muffled curse, spinning on his heel as he posed to race back down the narrow alley. Though, by the time he'd placed one foot down to lunge forward, the two guards had filled up the entrance. One was tall and very skinny, while the second was squat and fat—a perfect pair. The fat one stayed by the entrance, weezing, while the skinny one sneered and took several paces forward. "That was quite a little run you led us on." That was the skinny one speaking as he gripped his baton and hawked up a glob of vile phlegm. 

Now it was Krater's turn to smirk as he backed up 'til his back was propped against the slimy wall. "Was it now?" He cracked a grin, taunting them as he put on a show of nonchalance. He just needed Tall and Skinny to come a little closer. . . 

~Krater~ 

We turn to see a bat give us his greetings. 

"Alexander," Leva says in a friendly tone.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Alexander asks politely.

"No, but I greeted your grandfather," Leva replies.

"Grandfather...?" Alexander asks.

"Never mind," Leva mutters.

Alexander nods and turns to the rest of us. "I'm here to assist you and your army." 

~Icy

"Did that bat just...talk?" Sprocket asks. I raise my eyebrows. "Yes." I say calmly. "I'm assuming you're Alexander? I've heard allot about you and your bats." 

Alexander and I turn from discussing our war tactics as we hear a thump. Shadow lies on the floor, and black is spreading from her body. It starts to fill the room, like a sickness. The room grows even darker, and Leva runs up to Shadow. She crouches gently down beside Shadow, and she touches her hand on Shadow's head. She slowly starts to clench her fist, and then the darkness flows back to Leva's paw. Leva then releases her fist, and the darkness spews everywhere but then is gone. Shadow starts to regain her normal color, and is up in a few seconds.

"What was that?" she groans.

We all turn to Leva. She seems to be the only one that knows what is going on around here.

Leva sighs and shakes her head.

"Simply a phase, simply a phase."