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Wherever the Winds Take You: Chapter 12

A/N: Another chapter! Yay! Thank you to those of you who read/liked the last chapter! This is definitely just a fun little thing I like to write in my free time for brainrot reasons, so knowing that even a couple of you read and enjoy this, genuinely makes me so incredibly happy! So thank you! Anyways, not much else to report! Hope y’all enjoy!

Star City

July 22

07:50

The sun was already risen by the time Roy Harper swung his body through his window and into his apartment. His new black, grey, and red uniform stretched awkwardly as the material hadn’t yet been fully worn in, but it was still much easier for agility compared to the old tunic.

When the ginger looked around his apartment, however, he was shocked to find it much cleaner than it had been when he left for patrol. The dishes he had left out in the living room were gone, everything looked as if it had been dusted and vacuumed, and the room smelled faintly of citrus. For a moment, the archer thought that perhaps he had swung through the wrong window. But then he looked to his old, mishappenly stitched, leather couch and all became clear when he found the sleeping form of a familiar young brunette. She was curled up under a threadbare blanket and wearing a pair of sleeping pants that he was pretty sure were his, so he assumed she must have been here for a while.

Walking towards the sleeping girl, Roy rid himself of his mask and weapon, placing both on the coffee table as he knelt down beside her.

“Lin’?” He spoke softly, grasping her arm and running his thumb along her skin. For a moment, she did nothing. But when Roy spoke her name again, her nose twitched and a small groan emanated from her throat as Lina’s face rolled into the pillow underneath her head. Roy smirked and gently shook her arm. “Come on Frenchie, time to get up. It’s almost…” he checked the clock on the opposite wall, “4 in the afternoon in France, you should be up and at’em.”

Another moan, followed by a muffled. “Que sont les fuseaux horaires? Je ne sais pas!”

Roy stopped, hesitated, then said “yea...you know I barely passed sophomore year French by the skin of my teeth, right? I can say ‘I’m a baguette' and that’s pretty much it.”

Lina sighed and sat up slowly, her eyes drooping as she tried to run the sleep out of them. “Good morning, Roy.” She smiled sleepily.

Roy smiled back at her, rubbing her matted hair before plopping down on the couch. “Good morning to you too, Lina.”

“Sorry for coming in while you were on patrol, I needed a quiet place to sleep.”

“Trust me kiddo, I’m pretty used to it at this point.” Roy shrugged. “Everything alright?”

Lina nodded, “Kaldur and I were on patrol in Gotham until two a.m. Eastern last night...I don’t know how you guys do it. Patrols are very much not for me, I have learned.” She explained. “But then, after all that, my brother came home drunk and started very loudly talking about a party he went to last night.”

“Oh Calvin, you bastard.” Roy gave her a sympathetic look. “And I take it the, uh, ‘Cave’ you guys called it, wasn’t any good?”

Lina yawned as she stretched her arms up to arch her back, “Superboy doesn’t sleep very well, so he gets up early and watches static on the TV, and since my bedroom is right next to the living area…”

Roy nodded, looking around his apartment to study the unfamiliar cleanliness, “Well you know you’re welcome here anytime, even though the cleaning wasn’t expected.”

As Lina dropped her arms, she gave Roy a look. “The room was dirty, I didn’t feel like sleeping next to a bunch of dirty dishes.”

Roy couldn’t help but chuckle. “I swear sometimes you’re like if Dinah and Nanny McPhee had a lesbian lovechild…”

“Nanny McPhee? I do not know this woman...” Lina asked with a raised eyebrow, and she leaned over to look into a bag that was sitting on the floor by her head. Roy watched as she rummaged through her bag, before pulling out her uniform. Her hands went to the thigh of the clothing, identifying one of the hidden utility pouches, and opened it to reveal a compartment fitted to house an emergency dose of her medication.

“It’s a movie, don’t worry about it.”

Lina hummed, pulling her medication out. As she injected herself with it, her eyes shut and she focused on the feeling of cool ice flooding her veins. Once the syringe was empty, Lina took it out of her arm and placed it back in its case. Then she looked around, suddenly appearing much less sleepy.

“What time is it? I will make us food.”

“It’s about 8, I think.” Roy hummed and then got up. “But don’t worry, I got it. You’re a guest.”

Lina sprang up from the couch, waving his words off. “No no no silly, I’ve got it. Please, you know I love preparing food. Plus, you need to shower and get out of your uniform…”

Then she looked down and noticed the red and black fabric. Her eyes widened.

“You changed your uniform!”

Roy chuckled and nodded. “I thought it would help separate myself from GA, I’m also still workshopping a new alias. What do you think?”

Lina poked and prodded at the material covering his chest, studying the design and fabric. “Very cool, I bet this is much easier for stealth missions. What did you use? Where did you get it?”

“Cotton-spandex hybrid fabric, coated in CNTs with some leather reinforcements here and there.” He explained. “I got it from a guy.”

“...so the same idea as mine and Robin’s?” Lina asked with a raised eyebrow.

“How do you think I knew it would be good for agility?” Roy smirked, and Lina smiled back before pulling away.

“Well, it’s good to know you’re at least trying to be safe. But don’t think I won’t stop worrying just because you’re smart with gear.”

“I would never expect you to stop worrying, Frenchie, I’m smarter than that.”

“Good,” Lina smirked. “Now then...I will start on breakfast. I hope you have some decent food I can use...may I borrow a sweater?”

“You know where they are.” Roy gestured to the hallway that leads to his bedroom, and Lina flew off. The archer watched her fly away, then turned to pick up his weapons and put them away in the chesterfield beside the couch. Not the best hiding place, but he didn’t exactly have his own secret stash of warehouses quite yet.

“So how is the Junior Justice League?” Roy called out.

“Not the Junior Justice League, first of all,” Lina called back. “You know, you really hurt the guys’ feelings by brushing them off.”

Roy sighed, letting her comment sting him. “I’m sorry Lin’, but you know I was just stating my opinion.”

“We’re allowed to choose our own loyalties, Roy.” Lina said, walking back into the living room; now clad in one of Roy’s sweaters. “Just as you have chosen yours.”

Roy shrugged. “Ouch...but I guess I deserve that. I’ll send them all an apology text or something…”

“‘Apology text’, bah! Ce qui s'a passé à parlant dans vraie vie, là?” Lina sighed and walked into the kitchen. “We’re good though! We fought an evil air-manipulating robot named Mr. Twister the other day.” At the mention of the air-manipulating robot’s name, Lina had to tune out the sounds of angry Winds.

“Okay, that’s a terrible name.”

“Right?!” Lina exclaimed. “And I know from personal experience that air-related names can be hard to come up with but I mean...that just sounds so foolish, non?”

“Definitely.” Roy nodded. “You think there’s any relation to RT? We still don’t know where Morrow is, last I checked.”

Lina was silent for a moment, then answered. “Perhaps...he did seem to have a personal vendetta against him. And you’re right about Morrow...it doesn’t help that Red was off after the whole thing. But we defeated Twister, right? So I’m sure it won’t be any issue.”

“Your call.” Roy nodded and sat back down on the couch; deciding not to shower and change quite yet. “So...have you guys chosen a leader yet?”

Lina was, once again, silent. For a second, Roy didn’t know if she had heard him or not. Just as he was about to repeat himself, Lina replied, “no, we haven’t...I wonder if Batman will assign one before our first real mission…”

“He kind of seems the type to let you figure that out by yourselves, doesn’t he? Who do you think should be leader?”

Without even a moment’s hesitation, Lina knew her answer.

"Who do you think?"

“Yeah, figured as much. He definitely has the makings of one. But are you sure the others will be okay with that? Robin may want a seat at that table, and personally, I think you’d be a decent leader.”

Lina hummed in thought but didn’t respond so Roy decided to drop it. An unspoken agreement was made between the two, both knew that Lina wouldn’t be elected as the leader and wouldn’t try to force herself onto the position. Robin, however…

“So how is Kal? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“You would know if you reached out to him...” Lina said in an almost sing-song voice, and Roy sent her a look through the wall. Even though she couldn’t see his look, she knew it was there. “You guys are best friends, right? You should at least try and act like it. He may not admit it because he’s all stoic and calm most of the time, but trust me; he’s worried about you! To an extent we all are, but he’s not like me and the boys. He won’t drop in unannounced to check up on you.”

“That’s only you, Lina.”

“Bah! You know what I mean.” Lina exclaimed. “Obviously you can’t reach him right now because he’s in Atlantis with his parents but...just try to call him and invite him over every once in a while, okay?”

“He’s in Atlantis? Didn’t you say you were on patrol together last night?”

“He said he felt that he needed to be there or something.”

Roy let out a low chuckle. “What do you want to bet he just really wanted to see Tula?”

Although they had never officially met, Lina practically knew enough about Tula to write a small book about her. The pretty Atlantean girl who was Kaldur’s peer, friend, and crush. In the early days of her and the Atlantean’s friendship, Lina had asked him if he had someone special at home; and he had happily gone into a half-hour tangent about how Tula was not only one of the best friends he had ever had (along with his other childhood friend, Garth) but also one of the strongest, smartest, and most beautiful people he had ever known.

It was admittedly very cute, watching the usually very reserved man blush as he spoke about the young Atlantean girl. The one time that Lina actually saw Tula, when Kaldur showed a magic-infused picture of the trio of friends, she agreed that she was indeed a sight to behold. After one of his long tangents about Tula, Lina had once asked Kaldur why he didn’t just confess his feelings towards her. He replied that he had always wanted to, especially before he started splitting his time between land and sea. But for a multitude of reasons, he never had.

“You’re changing the subject,” Lina spoke sternly.

Roy let out a loud sigh at having been called out.

“Yes, I’ll reach out to him.”

“You promise?”

“Yea...but don’t tell GA alright?”

Even though he couldn’t see it, Lina rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect your stupid masculine ego.” And with that, she collected the bowls of yogurt and freshly cut fruit she had prepared and brought them out to the living room.

“My stupid masculine ego thanks you.”

Mount Justice

July 22

19:00

“Isla Santa Prisca.” Batman spoke clearly and loudly, as he stood in front of the team of 6 supernatural teenagers. Behind him shone a holographic map of an island that sat in the heart of the Caribbean. “This island nation is the primary source of a dangerous neo-steroid, a strength-enhancing drug, sold on the streets under the name Venom."

The screens flashed with images of factory blueprints.

"Infrared heat signatures indicate their factory is still operating at full capacity, but all shipments of Venom have been inexplicably cut off. That's where the team comes in." The Bat turned to face the eager-faced teenagers standing around him.

"This is a covert recon mission only. Observe and report. If the Justice League needs to intervene, it will." The leader of the Justice League turned back to the screens. "The plan requires two dropzones."

"So who's in charge?" Robin piped up, not at all hiding his excitement.

Batman and Red Tornado exchanged glances before the former said sternly,

"Work that out between yourselves."

Caribbean Sea

July 22

20:08

As everyone sat around the bio-ship, stale tension filled the air. Nobody dared to break the silence, if they were even aware of it. Most of the team stared ahead through the window at the sprawling sea, their thoughts locked away in their own mind. For Lina, her thoughts lingered with anxiety. The fact that they were going into their first mission without a clear chain of command made her innards tie themselves into tight knots. But instead of trying to make small talk, Lina cast her eyes up to the moon above them (trying very hard to not think about the flying contraption she was sitting in) and thought about the small bit of dialogue she and Roy had shared over the topic of team leadership…

There was no way she could be team leader.

Being responsible for the success or failure of six powerful teenagers? No, thank you. Sure, she could look after her family and Roy. But that was small stuff; making sure they ate and were hygienic, healing any minor injuries, giving them advice and making sure they were happy. But in battle? When one wrong decision could lead to real consequences…

She shivered at the mere thought of it.

Not to mention her sheer inexperience was enough to disqualify her from the discussion on its own. Just three years ago she had been a simple circus girl, a civilian, and she barely had a year of field experience under her belt. She didn't know the first thing about tactics or battle strategy. Running a hand through her hair, Lina let out a long sigh, and began mentally preparing for a mission she hoped wouldn’t go terribly wrong.

“Approaching Santa Prisca.” Miss Martian announced, snapping everyone out of their trances. “Dropzone A in thirty.”

Almost in unison, Kaldur and Lina stood from their seats. As their chairs sank back into the ship’s floor, the two teens reached for their insignias and gently pressed them. Black began to pulse from the letters on either of their waists, and slowly the darkness began to cover the entirety of their uniforms. Aqualad’s red and Zephyr’s white and gold all turned to the colour of the Caribbean night sky, leaving nothing but the metallic gold-tinting of their respective symbols.

As Lina pulled up her hood and looked down at the new look, she grimaced.

“I feel so…angsty.” The girl muttered, but then looked back up at Kaldur. Their eyes connected, silently communicating before the taller of the two looked to M’gann.

“Ready.”

“Putting bioship in camouflage mode,” M’gann replied, and the cabin’s air pressure changed as they descended from the clouds and closer to the water. The two teammates nodded at one another. “Go.”

As a hole opened up under the hero’s feet, they both fell down and into the saltwater below. Just as her body was about to breach the surface, Lina circled her hands and formed a bubble of air around her form. Then, once the two had fully submerged, the two rocketed off towards the shore. The darkness of the water made Zephyr’s human eyes strain, barely able to make out Aqualad’s form as she followed behind him, but the water was thankfully clear of any obstacles. Or rather, almost clear. After a moment, the two came across a long, large wall of netting, but Kaldur was able to promptly slash it open with a swipe of his sword, creating a hole big enough to swim through.

Not long after, they breached the surface. Kaldur poked his head out of the water for a moment, then dove back under.

“I’ve located the security sensors, are you ready?” He asked, used to speaking underwater. Lina nodded, then with one sweep of her hands, blasted them both through the water, breaking her protective bubble and lifting them into the air and over to the heat and motion sensors. When they landed, Lina pulled out a USB drive from one of the hidden compartments on her upper arm and plugged it into the large, boxy machine. After a moment, the USB began to blink a blue light.

“Heat and motion sensors have been patched. Data is now on a continuous loop. Move in.” Kaldur spoke into his earpiece.

“Acknowledged.” Robin spoke back.

As Zephyr and Kaldur made their way over to the end of the beach, they were met with a tall cliff. Overhead, they could see trees, foliage, and other signs of a jungle peaking over the surface, the jungle that housed the Venom warehouse. Kaldur turned to face Lina.

“If you please.” The young man leads as he placed a firm hand on his partner’s shoulder, and with a small nod, Lina summoned her Winds and began lifting them as slowly and as quietly as possible. About halfway up, however, they were interrupted with their com’s sparking to life yet again.

“Aqualad, Zephyr; dropzone B is a go.” Robin’s voice came through.

Kaldur lifted his finger to his ear. “Head to the factory. We’ll track your GPS coordinates and rendezvous ASAP.”

Once they landed, Lina lifted one hand to her ear and pressed her com. “Be careful, and let us know if you need assistance.”

“Copy.” Robin responded.

And with that, the two teenagers began sprinting/flying in the direction of the factory. Partway through, however, movement caught Kaldur’s eye and he slid to a stop. Lina had to quickly drop her Winds to avoid flying into him.

“What is it?” Lina whispered as she stood, and Kaldur motioned silently over to where the movement was coming from. Stepping over a little to get a better look, they were able to make out a slow procession of armed men a few meters away...and headed in the direction of the four younger team member’s coordinates.

“Superboy, KF.” Kaldur spoke as the two partners began their sprint yet again. “Switch to infrared, see if you are being tracked.”

A moment later, Wally replied. “Got a band of armed bozos incoming.”

“Two squads, but they’ll reach each other before they find us.” Superboy added.

“Sweep wide and steer clear.” Kaldur instructed, but apparently, his words fell on deaf ears as hardly a minute later, the sound of loud gunfire rang through the forest.

“Those miscreants always find a way to bring chaos to nature, so much disruption.” A voice sighed into Zephyr’s ear.

Almost in unison, the two heroes let out whispered curses in their respective mother tongues and picked up their speed.

Once the two had reached the source of the gunshots, a large clearing amongst thick greenery; Kaldur and Lina found their teammates fighting groups of men. Some were in long, dark red coats with black face masks, and others wore typical dark street clothes. Two of the red-clad individuals caught Aqualad and Zephyr’s attention and they jumped to action; the former leaping in front of the first goon, placing his hand just over the man’s heart and lighting up his tattoos to send a surge of electricity into it, and the latter using her Winds to pick up the other cloaked man, sending him flying into a nearby tree.

The last of the men fallen and unconscious, the team turned to look at one another.

“Nice of you to join us.” Wally smiled bashfully.

Santa Prisca

July 22

20:20

“I recognize those uniforms,” Robin spoke up once the last of the men were hogtied and safely incapacitated. “The Cult of the Kobra…”

“I am certain Batman would have mentioned it if he knew a dangerous extremist was running Santa Prisca’s Venom operation.” Said Aqualad.

“Agreed.” Robin nodded. “And since there’s clearly no love lost between the cultists and those goons...I’m betting Kobra came in and tossed them out. That’s why normal supply lines have been cut off.”

“We get it, Kobra wanted super cultists: mystery solved.” Wally piped in. “Radio Bats and we’ll be home in time for-” He was quickly cut off by Robin.

“These cultists aren’t on Venom! Kobra’s hoarding the stuff. We don’t leave...not until I know why.”

“Until you know why?” Kid Flash spoke, frowning.

“This team needs a leader.”

“And it’s you? Dude, you’re a thirteen-year-old kid who ducked out on us without a word.”

“And here we go…” Lina sighed, just loud enough that Superboy, the closest to her, was the only one that could hear her.

Robin let out a cackling laugh. “And you’re a mature fifteen? You broke our cover the first chance you got!”

“Don’t you want to lead?” M’gann asked, tilting her head towards Superboy.

Superboy scoffed, obviously not fond of the idea. “You?”

“After the Mister Twister fiasco..?” M’gann cringed, raising her hand up in rejection.

Superboy gave her a shadow of a smile. “You did alright.”

M'gann face lit up with pink as her eyes grew wide. She quickly caught Lina’s amused gaze and the French girl gave the Martian an approving nod and thumbs-up behind Superboy’s back. Turning her attention back to Kaldur, Lina saw that he was carefully watching Robin and Wally bicker with a look of mild annoyance on his face. After a moment of trying to find the right words, Lina leaned in closer towards the Atlantean so that she wouldn’t be overheard.

“Being a leader is a very important burden.” She said. “It’s important to have the one bearing it be cool-tempered, reliable, patient, and level-headed.”

Her hinting wasn’t meant to be subtle.

“A good leader must also care deeply for their team, always have their best interests at heart, and have a good moral compass.” Kaldur countered.

“Fair enough.” She nodded but then turned to look directly at her Atlantean friend. “Although one could argue that some people on the team embody all these traits, while also having real experience with combat and strategy.”

Kaldur didn’t respond, but it didn’t much matter as not a moment later Lina’s attention was diverted by her overhearing someone muttering in Spanish. In her peripherals, she saw Superboy turn towards the sounds as well.

“Look at them argue.” One man spoke in Spanish. “Free yourself now and take them while they’re distracted!”

“Quiet!” Another man, this one larger and wearing black and white face paint. “For now I play along, they’ll give me what I need.”

Superboy and Zephyr exchanged looks.

“Yeah? You don’t even have superpowers!” Wally screamed, drawing the attention back to the young arguing boys.

“Neither does Batman!” Robin exclaimed.

“Duh,” Wally scoffed, “you’re not Batman.”

“Duh,” Robin mocked, “closest thing we’ve got!”

The two’s bickering was interrupted by the man from before, the one with the painted face, laughing.

“Such clever ninos.” The man spoke. “But you only know half the story. Let me show you the rest, get you into the factory via my secret entrance.”

M’gann knelt down to the man and began focusing, channelling her telepathy. “There is a secret entrance, but he’s also hiding something.” Her eyes began to glow white as she attempted to dig deeper.

“Ah ah ah chica,” Bane tutted, “Bane is not that easy.”

After a pregnant pause, M’gann let go of her telepathic connection and groaned. “He’s mentally reciting football scores en Espanol...this could take a while.”

“I can try and translate.” Zephyr voiced. “Mi Español debe ser satisfactorio.”

“Suffocation is an effective means of interrogation.” A deep, dark voice whispered in Zephyr’s ear, causing her to jump, straighten her back, and wave off the sadistic Wind.

“It’s not that complicated.” The man, Bane, said. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

The team exchanged unsure looks.

Santa Prisca

July 22

20:39

As the team hiked through the forest, led by Bane, each and every one of them felt uneasy. Even Miss Martian, arguably the most naive and inexperienced of the group, knew that their guide wasn’t trustworthy. It was like a ringing feeling in all of their heads, telling them that they shouldn’t be doing what they were doing. Eventually, however, they came to a cliff, and Bane silently motioned towards a large industrial compound. Robin took out his binoculars and began to scout.

“Look at all that product…” Robin whispered. “A buy is going down. But if Kobra’s not selling to the usual suspects, then-””We need to identify that buyer.” Kaldur finished.

“Just what I was thinking.” Wally nodded.

Robin scoffed. “Yeah, you’re the thinker!”

The look Wally gave his friend was the most unimpressed anyone had ever seen him. “Sarcasm? Dude, a real leader would focus on getting answers.”

A loud grunt, followed by a crashing sound made all of them turn to see Bane removing a large boulder to reveal a hidden passageway.

“Answers are this way.”

“So now El Lucador is our leader?” KF exclaimed, only to be smacked by Robin. “Ow!”

The passageway led to a gate, which-with Bane’s thumbprint-led to the factory’s interior. Bane poked his head through but was nudged to the side by Robin. After a moment, the young boy gave the all clear and ran out. When the others caught up, however, he was gone.

“Has that little fool already been captured?” Bane grunted.

“No...he just does that.” Kaldur spoke, disappointment evident in his face and voice.

“Stay put.” Wally whispered, slipping his goggles over his eyes. “I’ll get our intel and be back before the Boy Wonder!”

“Kid, wait-“

But Kaldur was too late, and the ginger had already sped off.

“Great chain of command.” Bane spoke, which to everyone’s surprise, earned him a deadpan remark from Zephyr.

“Bueno trabajo manejando tu fábrica.” Bane cast the girl a dirty look.

“What’s that?” Superboy piped up, and motioned to a nearby opening. It was a large garage door, littered with tall piles of crates with a forklift moving some out. The group moved to kneel behind the crates.

“It’s a massive shipment.” Kaldur muttered.

“Yea, but they’re only taking new product outside. They’re not touching this Venom.” Superboy noted.

“Maybe...freshness counts?” M’gann tried.

Suddenly, almost like a dog, Superboy’s head jutted upwards at attention.

“Helicopter’s coming.”

But of course, to everyone else, there was utter silence.

Santa Prisca

July 22

20:45

Kid Flash zipped into the control room where his best friend sat. The older boy munched on one of the energy bars he kept in the hidden compartments in his suit as the Boy Wonder sat above a knocked out Kobra cultist. The sight of the limp body on the group didn't even phase the snacking speedster, however, as he walked over to peer over the Boy Wonder’s shoulder.

"What'cha got?" Kid Flash asked.

"Chemical formulas." Robin explained, not even looking away from the monitors. "I'd say it involves Venom but…"

Robin pulled up two pictures of molecular makeups and their chemical formulas as the ginger's eyes squinted in focus. Not even after a second of thinking, Wally's granola-holding hand extended to motion to one of the pictures. "That one's Venom", then to the other, "and that one's...Woah, the Blockbuster formula from CADMUS."

In a simulated diagram, the two images formed together to create a new compound.

"Mixed correctly, Kobra's new juice would be three times as strong as Venom...and permanent." Wally turned to Robin. "But how did Kobra get access to Project Blockbuster?"

"Our mystery buyer must also be Kobra's supplier!" Robin exclaimed. "Using the cult to create a Venom-Blockbuster superformula!" Robin raised a hand to his com. "Robin to Aqualad, we got-" He was cut off. Static.

Meanwhile, back at the loading dock. The helicopter Superboy predicted had finally landed. A blonde man wearing a hockey goalie mask walked out of the flying machine, met by an awaiting Kobra and two of his goons; a tall punk girl with orange hair, and an inhumanly bulky male with skin akin to that of a post-Blockbuster Desmond. The two men spoke, discussing business. But unbeknownst to either of them, an invisible force watched them from above. The camouflaged martian watched closely, barely being able to hear the words they were exchanging in soft tones. But she could clearly see when the cult leader, Kobra, opened a silver briefcase. Furthermore, she could make out the several vials of purple liquid that lay inside. Quickly, Miss Martian opened a telepathic link.

"Aqualad," She mentally spoke, focusing her gaze intently on the masked man. "Sending a mental image of the buyer now."

Back inside the factory, Kaldur focused on the image of the blonde man that flashed in his brain. Once he had, he opened his eyes to the other people sitting with him on the raised catwalk Bane had taken them to.

"Sportsmaster? He is the buyer?" He muttered to nobody in particular.

Lina knew very little about 'Sportsmaster', never having run into him herself. But she recalled reading his file at one point. An average man, Lawrence “Crusher” Crock, but apparently some sort of sadist that was affiliated with the League of Shadows. He was trained in more than a few martial arts and was known to have access to an arsenal of dangerous weapons. Basically a glorified goon-for-hire, but a dangerous man nonetheless.

Kaldur raised a hand to his com. "Aqualad to Red Tornado, do you read?"

Upon only receiving static, he attempted other channels with very much the same degree of success.

"I cannot reach Robin, the League, or Kid. We need a plan. Now."

Bane gave a smile, an eery one that shot straight through Zephyr's spine. "I have a suggestion." And then he leapt right off the catwalk and straight into two armed cultists, quickly taking them down, but not before getting them to open fire at their attacker. The sounds of the gunfire quickly notified the rest of the security forces around the warehouse, who all rushed over to zero in on their intruders.

"What is he-" Kaldur didn't get the chance to finish his question, as the Blockbuster-esk Kobra goon (a previously normal man who went by the name of Mammoth) leapt through a nearby window and crashed straight into the catwalk. This caused the three members to fall or haphazardly fly down onto the floor, ridding them of any sense of safety.

“There goes our cover.” Superboy huffed.

Mammoth ran straight at the heroes, and the clone charged back at him, causing a resulting force strong enough to shake the whole building. As the two tanks went head-on with one another, a few dozen cultists began shooting at the two remaining young heroes. Aqualad knelt down, using his water-bearers to form a shield that protected both him and Zephyr from oncoming fire. Meanwhile, the young air manipulator lifted her hands, targetting the closest cultists she could see as her Winds picked them up and sent them all flying into metal walls.

“Where did Bane go?” Zephyr asked once she had realized that, once the shooting had started, the Spanish man had seemed to disappear into thin air.

“I’m not sure.” Aqualad shook his head as he lifted his other water-bearer to begin shooting cultists. “But I’m afraid we have more pressing matters.”

The fighting was a blur, with the members of the team very obviously outnumbered and confused, all of them internally reeling at how the mission was playing out. The large, open area of the warehouse floor made for little cover, and the sounds of repeated and multiple bouts of gunfire made it difficult for the team to get their bearings. At some point in the chaos, Miss Martian and Kid Flash had returned, only for the former to be blasted into a nearby wall by a rocketed projectile.

To put it simply, they were losing. And there was still no sign of Robin.

“Miss Martian, radio is jammed! Link us up!” Kaldur shouted.

A moment later, a sharp ringing entered each team member’s mind. Zephyr winced a little, but noted that the link didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it did during the initial cave tour.

“Everyone online?” The Martian girl’s voice rang into each member’s mind.

Superboy’s mental voice growled, but reluctantly spoke, “Yeah.”

“You know it, beautiful.” Kid Flash said from his place behind another support beam.

“Present,” Lina spoke, creating her own shield and blasted more cultists that were aiming at M'gann.

“Good. We need to regroup.” Kaldur’s voice rang.

Robin’s voice came through, rushed and chaotic. “Busy now!”

“Busy? What does he mean busy?!” Kid Flash’s actual voice sounded over the gunfire.

“Where did he go anyway?” Lina asked, but then spotted another cultist aiming straight at Kid Flash from around a corner. She delivered a quick air-strike to him, but in doing so, opened herself up. A sharp blast sliced at her arm and with a loud yelp of pain, she flew back behind the support beam for cover. “Putain!”

“Are you okay?” Kaldur asked, eyes darting to her injury.

Zephyr examined her arm, finding a tear just below her shoulder. Crimson blood seeped into her uniform, and the girl was suddenly grateful her costume was no longer white. “Just a graze, I’m fine.”

“Robin!” Aqualad called over the telepathic link. “Now!” After giving the order, Kaldur ran out, forming his weapons into water-whips and taking out as many cultists as he could.

“Strategic retreat! Kid, clear a path.”

A dark blue zig-zagged across the warehouse floor at top speeds, sending cultists down onto the ground as the remaining team member followed close behind and into a side door. Superboy lagged behind, having to wrestle Mammoth. But after a moment, the clone was able to leverage his strength into gripping Mammoth’s hands and send him flying into a group of armed men. Once the clone was able to enter into the side-passage way with the others, he and Aqualad promptly closed the door and resumed running. This only granted them a short reprieve, however, as Mammoth busted down the metal and was quickly followed by shooting cultists who open fired into the cramped walls of the hidden passage.

“Superboy! The support beams!” Aqualad exclaimed, and the clone delivered quick, strong strikes to the wooden support beams around him. Not a moment after, the rocky passage began to collapse, and with a rattling ‘boom’, all surroundings went dark.

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blakes-seven-or-so-blog · 7 years ago

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Episode 7: Mission To Destiny

SPACEBALLS!

No really, it's a spaceship made up of linked spheres, and looks rather like a fatty acid chain. A bored guy - we'll call him Mr. Boddy - gets whacked, by someone he knows, with a sledgehammer, in the control room.

On the Liberator, they ponder a circling vintage ship in apparent distress and wonder if it's a trap or just a boat full of homicidal road warriors again. Zen is snarky about these less-than-specific humans and gives an estimated time of arrival to within six decimal points. Gan ribs Vila about his misgivings (and he has every right to after that gun-flinging incident, VILA).

I'm a little concerned about how they teleport into places without considering what kind of atmosphere or diseases might be waiting - I know the Curse of Cygnus turned out to be fake, but still a distinct possibility. Blake, Avon, and Cally teleport into the breakroom and notice the chloroform smell right away, but brush it off with a 'huh, weird'. They sleepily discover the sleeping people passed out all over, and then start falling asleep, before Blake realizes tranquilizer gas is circulating in the a/c. Most people would go back and get gas masks, but no, they just adventurously pinch themselves awake. Cally is "Alone", Avon is discombobulated, and Blake goes to find the ventilation system.

This ship has color-coded hallways, a cheap and pretty way to reuse the same set for different parts of the ship. Cally finds Mr. Boddy while the others de-tranq the air supply. Maybe it's just the lighting, but it looks like Avon makes a nasty face here. He was so calm and friendly while under the influence; looks like increasing the oxygen supply instantly turned him pissy again.

Cally finds the murder scene and starts touching everything because forensics don't matter in space I guess. Mr. Boddy's final message, written in his own blood of course, appears to read '54124'. A woman starts screaming and OH MY GOD HER MOUTH IS SO HUGE. Methinks the lady doth protest too much? At least too loud.

Blake plays detective and questions everyone about their whereabouts and motives, because he wants to get to the bottom of this mystery.

The crew's uniform consists of a pantsuit with a silly collar that looks like it will flap away if given the chance. 70s collars were outrageous, but outside of a disco club even these would raise a few eyebrows.

There are a few jerks among the crew, like Professor 'Sonheim' Plum and his ex Miss 'Levett' Scarlet, while others are suspiciously helpful like the screaming lady Mrs. 'SARA' Peacock and her boyfriend Mr. Green. Turns out the sledgehammer sabotage is not the first their flight has suffered, so they already knew there was something amiss. Captain Brown reveals a possible motive: the priceless fungicidal glowstick which is the ship's mission to bring to their beleaguered planet, Destiny.

Right after telling Blake that he's the only one who can open the safe where the glowstick in its case is kept, the captain tells Mrs. Peacock to go get it, which she does. Did he seriously leave that box sitting out on his desk? Cally and Avon offer to stay on the S.S. Cluedo while Blake takes the glowstick box to Destiny, which has only one planting season per year on the whole planet. Cally does it because she's a good person; Avon because he can't stand not knowing who killed Mr. Boddy.

Cally snoops and it’s raining corpses on this ship because another one drops on Cally in a storage hold. We’ll call him Colonel Mustard because he’s wearing orange. Just after saying the glowstick is a likely motive for murder and sabotage, the crew wonder why anyone would murder crewmembers and sabotage their ship. And nevermind the obvious motive, is fingerprint evidence not a thing in the future? Sure, both Avon and Cally kind of screwed that up messing with the evidence, but they just go ahead and try to work it out with their little grey cells instead of science.

Sonheim admits he was stalking Cally because he's a creepy fucker and not because he's the killer, and Cally laments that the answer is probably right in front of them, if only they could see it, for instance written in blood by the victim.

Another victim turns up; this time it's Mr. Green, with a dagger, in the filter plant. They carry daggers on this ship?! Oh wait it's the S.S. Cluedo, of course they do.

Meanwhile, Vila takes a nap. Incredibly, no one draws pictures on his face.

His angelic rest is disturbed when Blake is forced to recklessly drive the Liberator through a giant deadly meteor field in order to get the glowstick to Destiny before their planting season ends.

Avon smugly says he knows who the murderer is and explains that '54124' isn't numbers but the name SARA sloppily written by a guy with a fatal head injury. 54124 points a gun at them and tells everyone why and how she did it: for the money. She never does explain how she got Colonel Mustard’s body on top of the lockers in the storage room.

After going to all that trouble to get the glowstick to Destiny, Blake finally opens the glowstick case to discover it's empty, what a shock. They have to go back through the scary meteor field that almost destroyed the Liberator. It's just like that time I drove 15 miles up a 4-wheel drive jeep trail to a mountaintop campsite before discovering I hadn't packed my meds.

The surviving crew of the S.S. Cluedo stage a little play for 54124 to make her think everyone is dead, and then Avon punches her in the face! And then says he rather enjoyed it! Go Avon! Blake shows up in the nick of time and rescues everyone except 54124, who yanks off her teleport bracelet. They watch the ship blow up as her co-conspirators arrive. Blake blew it up because he needed to wreck something this episode.

Damage report:

Mr. Boddy, Colonel Mustard, Mr. Green, and Mrs. Peacock

the S.S. Cluedo and an unnamed villain ship

None of the murders were Blake’s fault in any way, but was it really necessary to blow up their ship? Considering it was probably their civilization’s only spaceship, the look of horrified disbelief on the survivors’ faces speaks volumes.

Next: Duel

#blake's 7 #season 1 #mission to destiny #review

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innocentfighter · 7 years ago

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minister-of-silly-walks replied to your post

“Here’s a list of AUs that I have of self indulgence”

Dude yes soulmate John and hal please tell me more because like yesssss

WAIT I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING. I’ll return to talking more about John/Hal but first.

Soulmarks, they’re a thing. So imagine, Hal has his on his forearm, and its an arrow. So he doesn’t think about much about it, it just kind of looks like a tattoo and he imagines there’s a plane on his soulmates so its simple enough. (It changes when he becomes a Lantern because he knows the icon is going to be their mark). When Hal hears about Green Arrow, naturally he wonders, but its not until he and GA hit it off that he thinks maybe... eventually they both reveal their marks, but while Hal fits Ollie the little black canary (heh) doesn’t have any meaning to Hal. He thinks that its just an unrequited one, which. sucks. but there are worse things. Then he gets sucked into the Avengers universe and then hits it off with Hawkeye and Hal is like oh no, but Clint seems to want to get closer and then when they do the reveal. It matches.

Frankly, I think I can ship Hal with a couple of rocks, but... moving onto the initial reason for this post

Hal is born with some wonkey rune on his collarbone, no one knows what it means. Sometimes magicians if they see it give pause, but then do nothing

John gets his mark when he’s five it placed itself on the socket of his hi[, he doesn’t understand it at first, its green and he’s never seen anything like it

When he’s older and had a run in with Alan Scott, and via magic shenanigans Scott sees the mark and he laughs, because “you’ve gone and got yourself an interesting soulmate”

John is hunting down a spirit gone mad near an airbase, when he dodges into a bar run. He knows its filled with pilots, and he just needs one

Vengeful spirits were always fun, because when there was something that reminded them of their life, they showed up angrier

He doesn’t see him immediately, but when he does John can’t tear his eyes away,

He doesn’t lie to himself, it was lust at first sight

The man he sees is wearing an old bomber jacket, and his hair is barely in regulation. But John’s never seen prettier eyes on a guy who was that cut

Hal is only twenty, and he’s stupid. Not really, but everyone says he’s a slut going after anything with a pulse

He knows that he’s sexually attracted to a lot of people, there were a lot of people that held his attention, but none of them could satisfy him in anyway

So when he sees John, staring at him from across the bar, Hal’s pulse quickens, because rugged hot man looking at him.

His never been shy about what he wants, and he’s never been afraid of being rejected. If it happens then it happens

John isn’t sure that he wants the pilot to come over to him, when the pilot does start coming towards him

He just goes along for the ride

Also maybe he could just use him when he summons the spirit

But of course Hal doesn’t disappoint and they’re stumbling back to the shoddy Apartment Hal has on base (officers have some benefits)

Things come to a halt when John sees the mark

He knows what it means, its the eldritch symbol of light, and its direction in addition to the fact that the tail is pulled into a complete circle encompassing the rune means light.

“Know what that means?” John would ask

Hal would look blandly over to his collar bone, “nope.”

John would shrug and think about all of the people that could read it. 5 people came to mind, 2 didn’t have soulmates found. He laughed, there was no way that he had found his soulmate.

He hope that he’d get something when Hal saw the mark on his hip

Needless to say, that no, Hal had no idea, but they had fun. John got the spirit, and before he dodged out of town he visited Hal one more time

Except one more time became another and another

They kept being pulled together

Hal was kind of giddy that he had a thing going with John

They clicked in only a way two disasters of people could

Carol liked that he was somewhat settling down

Except it was kind of wearing thin, with John coming and going as he pleased and Hal having no way of contact him

There was also the unexplained injures that occurred

The ring ruins everything naturally.

John just kind of assumes Hal got sent overseas before he remembered Hal had taken a civilian contracting job

And then he saw the news about the missing pilot.

Green Lantern returning to Earth was something John didn’t notice until he and Green Lantern ended up having to save the Justice League and some of John’s comrades together

They weren’t very confident of a plan they had staying intact, so they just didn’t make one

Hah, demons suck.

It was halfway through the battle when one pinned John down,

That’s when John realized that Green Lantern was wearing the mark that he had on his hip

The after battle was... interesting

John couldn’t believe he had found his soulmate, not that he’d do anything about it

He wouldn’t admit it, but he was still kind of hung up about Hal

A lack of closure

So in usual fashion, John just unbuttoned his shirt to show the symbol

Green Lantern had only grinned and dispelled part of his suit over his collarbone

Wait I know that-

Hal drops his mask

There’s a lot of discussion happening, because Hal totally knew once he saw the uniform and he didn’t tell John

So even if I had translated the mark, what garuntee did I have that you would stay when you found your soulmate

Dude, I wouldn’t just run out on you if we declared ourselves exclusive

They make fun of each other

Barry really doesn’t understand their relationship

I would like it to be known, that if I ever wrote this with the patience and care that it deserves there’s be a whole lot of pinning!Hal and indenial!John and also a gratuitous amount of situations that could only occur to people cursed by the chaos theory

There’s another version of this in which Barry is added in, which changes everything entirely

And I could be persuaded to make an Ollie/Hal/Barry one

Also, I can talk about Hal Jordan all day.

As I said, I can ship him with anyone reasonably (except for Carol, but that relationship gives me unhealthy vibes in a lot of adaptions so its hard for me. Don’t get me wrong, when it’s well done I can dig it... its usually not well done. Carol deserves better)

#minister-of-silly-walks #Soulmate AUs are my shit #I have never actually written one #but I have a lot of ideas #IF it was an AU

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wwiilettershome · 5 years ago

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Aug. 23, 1943

Dear Emma,

Just a line. Just wrote Bobbie and sent him $100 and a few air mail envelopes. Will enclose map and a letter of his I got tonight.

Went to see “Coney Island” last night it was a very good picture. (1) Don’t know whether you saw it or not. Don’t know as you need to bring that Kodak with you. Guess we can get all the pictures we want with this one unless Henry should want it back.

With Love,

Henry.

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[Letterhead:] CAMP ROBERTS CALIFORNIA

August 19, 1943

Camp Roberts, Cal.

Dear Pop,

I just got your letter dated Aug 16 and I was very glad to hear from you. I think I have already told you that I got both your other letters but if not I’ll repeat it.

My address is

Pvt. Robert Dowst 31373722

Co. A, 1st Platoon, 80 Inf. Trng. Bn,

Camp Roberts, California

I also got my first < (an officer just walked in + somebody yelled “attention” that ruined my (+)) letter from Ma directly. With it a letter from George Johnson,(2) Fred Minolt (3), and one from Carol Whitney. (4) Mail reaches me in a crazy sequence I guess. Ma said in her letter (the 1st one we received) that she had already written me a letter but I haven’t got it yet. If I were to pay my way back east round trip is something like $64 from here. (5) To

Cincinnati wouldn’t be quite as bad. I don’t have to worry about that for some time though because we don’t get a furlough till we finish basic + if we get sent to college we don’t get any. Only if we’re ready to be shipped will we get one.

I’d like some salted nuts O.K. Candy isn’t too good for us because it’s apt to make us sweat more but anything like salted nuts is very good. I’ve already asked Ma for $5 from my money + I’ve also asked her for some clothes hangers, plain white Turkish towels, and my fountain pen so I can’t think of anything else. The only reason I asked her for the money is that we may not get paid till the end of September, and it costs me as much to live here as it does Henry at college. We pay to clean our uniforms because the laundry isn’t available yet (if it were + the money was deducted from our pay it would be easier but it costs 75¢ to clean + press 1 set of suntans.

III

Then is costs 75¢ a week for haircuts and I always like to eat ice cream + cookies at the PX (I can eat + eat + never get full, the reason being I can’t eat between meals at all and I get awful hungry. The 1st month I have 2 months insurance taken out ($6:50 a month (sic)) That’s $13 plus $3.75 for war bonds is about $14 out the first month which will leave about $36. Of course I’ve been in almost a month now + I haven’t signed any payroll + if you don’t sign by the 15th you don’t get paid at the end of the month. If I wait till the end of the September (sic) I’ll get about $80 or at least I ought to then I can send some back. But when I get paid I already have some of it spent for more G.I. socks and underwear. This underwear is much better than those jockey shorts I used to wear, but I’ve only got 2 pairs. I’ve ordered 2 more pair

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Of heavy woolen socks from the Lieutenant but he has to go to the L.M. to get them and lord only knows when he’ll get around to it. Then I also want to have some decent pictures taken.

Did Ma send you those I had taken in St. Louis? They weren’t very good because I was hot + dirty from the trip. (6) Then after I keep out some for myself I’ll send the rest. One thing we get good + cheap is ice cream. 15¢ for a pint. A pint + a package of those cellophane cookies will fill me up pretty well just before I go to bed. When I go to the movies I limit myself to a package of popcorn. I saw that picture “The Black Swan” by Raphael Sabatini (sic). I think you told me about it once and I couldn’t get to see it so when I saw it was at theater No. 1 I went. (7)

Yesterday we had quite an extensive gas mask drill. We had to be able to put them on in a maximum of 15 sec. Then when we could do that, they made us march + run in them for about a half hour + boy that even almost got my wind. One advantage of them was that the dust didn’t bother at all. I have a gas mask of the very latest type. Some guys got older models. When we leave here we keep them with us. They’re good for 40 hrs in a normal concentration of gas. Later on we’ll use them in the gas chamber. We also have to sniff different gases to be able to recognize them. Today we’ve been learning different combat formations + signals. The whole general idea is not to be in line with anyone or near anyone in all these formations. There are all sorts –

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- of reasons for these + each formation has its own advantage. I don’t know whether I’m telling you anything I’m not supposed to or not we aren’t supposed to tell hardly anything. They keep drilling this into us. Of course I know you’re O.K. but to the army this is no excuse so if I say anything very “military” or anything why don’t talk about it too much. I know enthusiasm is one of the reasons by which soldiers unwittingly give out information + believe me you can’t help being enthusiastic when you see some of these weapons you just want to tell the whole world about them + how good they are but we can’t. For instance the “Bazooka” you’ve heard of it not doubt we are strictly forbidden to talk to anyone about it. (8) Well I guess I’ll go to the P.X. + get some postcards for Ma. She wanted to see some pictures of the camp. She’ll probably show them to you sometime.

Love,

Bobbie

Footnotes:

(1) Coney Island (1943), was a musical starring Betty Grable, released in June that year.

(2) Found a few George Johnsons in NH, but none seem like the right one, and when I tried to narrow it to Epsom, I found that there was a British George Johnson that isolated Epsom Salts, alas! (3) No hits :-( (4) No relevant hits :-(

(5) $64 in Aug. 1943 is $949.12 now, according to the inflation calculator. That seems excessive, but remember 1) there was a war on so prices would be high due to gas/fuel rationing and trying to limit unnecessary travel 2) this is before deregulation in the 80s so travel itself was a luxury even without war times, and 3) this is even before the development of the interstate highway system.

(6) No pictures that I’m aware of, but still a few boxes of photos to get through let alone the letters I’m transcribing

(7) The Black Swan (1942) is a colorful, action-packed pirate movie based on the novel by Rafael Sabatini. My dad and I watched it together about a year ago on the TCM channel. – Steven

(8) The M1 hand-held rocket grenade launcher was invented in 1942 by US Lieutenant Edward Uhl. The term “Bazooka” was given to it as a humorous comparison, based on the weapon’s shape to a silly long-horned instrument called a “bazooka” that was played by the comedian Bob Burns in the 1930’s: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bazooka

#wwii #world war 2 #basic training #letters #correspondence #handwriting #historic weaponry #classic moveies #army #infantry

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caj-wind · 7 years ago

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CSM Class - Cannonball

Jacobsen

123 Leslie

94070

THE CANNONBALL

The AT&SF, The Atchinson Topeka and Santa Fe had crawled up the Rio Hondo valley and turned east, rattled through New Mexico, across the Texas pan handle, across the Oklahoma panhandle, angled into Kansas, hit Wichita and then Kansas city. He was on his way home. It been two, well, almost two years since he had been home. His feelings were many and mixed. Had Coalby changed? It would have had to change. Mostly it would be that the drought was over. The country was getting rain. The farmers were getting crops. Then, there had been surveys by the oil companies. The land was coming back and there was a promise of oil. The town itself? Of course there would be a few changes, minor, a fresh coat of paint here, a new sign over and old business there. The people? Most of his class, his high school class and his generation had been pushed out by the drought, the rest had been pulled out by the draft. Of course he had changed. How and how much?

There was a change of trains in Omaha and another in Sioux falls. On the D&N&M, the Denver and Nebraska and Minnesota. After a stop at the State Campus depot the Coalby Cannonball, the diesel dinky, was poking its way from one cluster of grain elevators to the next cluster of grain elevators while it crossed the endless, open country. Back when he had ridden this train to and from State the cars had been crowded with students. They were mostly the college crowd. He was one of them. Now, he felt likehe was a stranger. The other passengers were mostly women, mostly older women and he felt somewhat uncomfortable, somewhat alienated. To them he was a detached bit of the war. A war that should be a long way from here. A war that brought gas rationing and meat rationing and butter rationing and food rationing. Meat and butter and food rationing in the middle of America's bread basket? It was ridiculous and they had to ride the dinky because the ration board wouldn't give them gas stamps. And what was he doing, a young man like him, on this train in that fancy uniform? He should be off to that war, or someplace. But, those old crones have nothing better to do. Come down off it, you can't help what they think. You can't be concerned about them or the whole world or how to change them or how to change the whole world. You can't even make this train go faster. Take off the damn tie and the silly little cap. You have a long way to go.

There were memories. He remembered the morning at State when he had closed the door of his room in the dorm. It was the locking of that door that he remembered. He could still see his hand on the knob testing the door to be sure it was locked and questioning himself. Would he return? Would he ever unlock that door again? Who had lived in that room before he did? Who had lived in that room after he did? There were faces he had never seen and there are faces he would never see. Had they paused, like he had paused, to wonder if that locked door would ever be unlocked? It was a strange reflection.

Was it this town coming up that had a little store across the tracks from the depot? Or was it the next? It was this one, if he ran he could make it.

"Hey soldier, will you pick up a couple of Hamms for me?"

He squinted into the sun. The voice came from the shadows inside theopened baggage car.

"In here, I am in here, will you pick up couple of Hamms for me? I'll hold the train."

Some things change, others never. The Coalby Cannonball was one of the constants, the train crew was another.

"Going home on furlong?"

The word is furlough, furlough, not furlong. Enlisted men get furloughs,officers get leaves.

"Yes, yes I am."

"You're a Coalby boy aren't you?"

The baggage man was the kind who would talk to himself if there wasn't anyone else around. But, Craft was the kind who would find himself talking to himself if he stayed in that passenger car.

"Want to ride up here with me?"

"Beats that bunch of old women."

"Want one of these beers?"

"Thanks, but no, my mother is meeting me."

"She doesn't want to see her boy all beered up?"

"I don't want her to see her boy all beered up."

"You are a one of those flyers aren't you? Almost every day a soldier boy is on this train going home. I don't see many flyers. How long has it been since you were home, since you saw your mama?"

"A couple of years. I write, she writes, there gets to be less and less to write about. She worries. I've got to let her see her son, you know, let her see for herself that her son is o.k."

"What does your mama think of your being a flyer?

"I try to tell her it is better than the infantry."

"Once, I was almost in the infantry. The last one. I tried to volunteer, I was too young. I'm too old for this one and besides I don't know. I think, maybe, this Hitler and the Germans are right and the Russians are wrong."

"How, so."

"Hitler is fighting those Russian Communists." The man pronounced Russian, roo-shan; communists, comm-in-ists.

"Those communists want to take over the whole world. They have sucked us and the Limeys and the Wall Street Jews into doing their dirty work."

Craft, don't open your big mouth and put your big Justin Flight Boot in it. Look around, put things together. Bismark is north of here, and then there is New Leipzig and Breien and Strasburg and Wiesek and New Ulm. This baggage man has done a lot of listening and not much thinking. "I don't think we got sucked up in anything."

"I think we did."

His we, or Craft's we?

"Did you ever think you might be on the wrong side."

"Does a german think he is on the wrong side?"

"No, he is on that side because Germany is his country."

"I'm on this side because I am an American."

"But you could be wrong, America could be wrong."

"My my country, right or wrong."

It was going to be a long, dusty, hot afternoon. Keep some thoughts about this home coming in the back of your mind. One, your uniform reminds these people that there is a war going on. Two, there are a lot of names, german names around here, Bismark, Muller, Ulm, and some of the feelings are different than yours. Three, you are returning home, you have your wings, you have proved your point, but the home town isn't going to give you one damn thing.

"Be glad to get home?"

"Its kind of scary?"

"Does your mama know you are coming?"

"I wrote her when I finished navigation school."

"Did you send a telegram?"

"No, she will know, she will be waiting."

"I guess mothers are always the same."

It would always be the same, the endless miles and the endless time, from the moment when he could see the white Farmer's Co-op elevator and the black Coalby water tower, until the diesel dinky eased by the stock yards and the elevators and the coal chutes and finished its run at the depot.

He was riding in the vestibule and saw his mother before she saw him. She was standing on the platform anxiously looking up at each of dirty windows, trying to catch a glimpse of him through one of those windows. Did his mother look older, tired, care worn? She didn't. If she had he wasn't going to notice. She was still looking up at the windows when he reached out and touched her.

"Mama."

Wordlessly she took his hand and held it as though he was still her little boy. She let her eyes drift up to study his face. He was there, he was her boy, yes, he was her boy. He was her son. When had he grown so tall, so much taller than she?

"Donald, I knew you were coming. I just knew you were coming, then I didn't see you. Oh, Donald, I'm so glad to have you home." Her words were a jumble of words to mask the feelings she wouldn't put into words.

"I could have sent a telegram. I didn't want you to worry if something went wrong and I couldn't make it." His remarks glossed over his feelings.

"I am glad you came home, how long can you stay?"

"The Army is letting me have a week."

"Then you have to go? Where do you have to go?"

"More training." That was a good answer. She didn't need to know he would be on a crew.

"You look nice in uniform. The Army has been good to you?"

"I guess so."

"Oh, Donald I'm so glad you came. I have so many things planned. Is that your only bag? Do you have more bags on the train?"

"This is it, travelling light. Where is your car? He had looked for the grey Ford while the dinky was pulling in and hadn't see it. His mother was pointing to a shiny golden brown Chrysler.

"That is mine. Mr. Kincaid went to Minneapolis and got it for me." His mother was pleased with the new car. It was her statement. It replaced bitter memories.

"Do you want to drive?"

"You drive, I don't want to scratch your new car."

"Have you had anything to eat?"

"Yes."

"What did you have? You've been on the dinky all day."

"Oreos and a coke."

"Donald." She was going to lecture him about what he ate. She would suggest going to the Swede's. He was not going to face the stares and the wordless questions at the Swede's.

"Donald?"

"Yes."

"You could have some supper at the Swede's."

"Mom, have you had supper?"

"No, I was waiting for you."

"Is there anything in the ice box?"

"Some salad and some cold chicken."

The salad would not be anything left over. The chicken would not be a cut-up hen.

"Could we swing up main street and then go home?"

Until the tension between them eased their exchanges skittered around the points where they might disagree. There was just so much that could be rehashed. She had written him bits of local gossip. He had written her bits of Army life. She was looking at his wings. She resented his flying and before that she resented his model airplanes. "Donny the dreamer, will you ever come down to earth?" "No, mom, you just don't understand."

She still did not understand. He sat across the table from her, picking the last bits of meat from the chicken bones. So far as he knew he was the first from Coalby to come home with silver wings pinned above the left pocket and with a gold bar pinned to the right collar. She was trapped somewhere between a mother's concern and a mother's pride.

"Can I pick up the dishes?"

When his mother looked up at him she was smiling. It was a smile hehad never seen before.

"Donny, Donald, this is the first time you ever offered."

"I guess we all change."

Except that his room had been freshly painted it was, as best he could remember, the same as when he left. Some of his clothes still hung in the closet. Did they still fit? The last model airplane he made and the biblefrom his confirmation were on his dresser. His high school diploma and hisconfirmation certificate were framed and hung on the wall. Donny Craft, 2nd Lt. Donald Elgin Craft had returned to Coalby and to his home.

"You can sleep late."

Tomorrow would be one hell of a day. Tomorrow and most of the rest of the week would be his mother's. He did want to see Kincaid and he did want to see Skip. The others? The others didn't matter. He took the tailored gabardines from the B-4 bag put them in his closet to hang out the creases.

It was the quiet that awakened him. For a year whistles and bugles and engines had jarred him into a new day. It was just too quiet. He had heard his mother moving quietly through the house, she would be dressed, the house would be spotless. Her week's plans were in place.

A place was set for him on the kitchen table.

"Mrs. Forrester has asked us to come for dinner, sunday after church. I've got to go to the store, will you walk uptown with me?" 2nd Lt. Donald Elgin Craft was going to be on parade.

xxxx transition xxxx

Even during the summer Jim's always smelled slightly stale. In the winter it smelled of barn clothes and stale beer and stale cigarette smoke. In summer it smelled of sweat, and dust

"What the hell is going on in here?"

"What do you mean."

"The place looks like a kindergarden."

"The place has always looked like a kindergarden to me. You know, I let your bunch hang out here when you looked about as old as those kids do."

"You never let us drink beer. You wouldn't sell us beer until we finished high school.

"Kids are growing up faster now. Most of them are seventeen, by the time they turn eighteen they will be gone. So now I let them smoke, swear a little, have a couple of beers. Two beers and then the night law walks them home. By the time they have walked home and see a kitchen light on, someone waiting, they are pretty sober."

"I hadn't thought of that. We, my bunch have grown older, I didn't think they would. I guess they will."

"They will grow older faster than you did. You had a chance to look around a little, play around a little, grow up a little, most of them won't get that chance. A year from now most of them will be grunts in the grunt army, fighting and killing and dying. They will be men, fighting and killing and dying a couple of thousand miles from here and they can't walk across this room and sit at my bar and legally have a beer."

"And so you sell them a beer?"

"I sell beer if they have money, I give them a beer of they are broke, and then do you know what I do?"

"No."

"I go behind the bar and cry, not real tears, I can't let them see me."

This was a Jim he had never known. It was odd, here was a man, Jim, as big and mean and tough as they come and he was the one who cried. There was bull shit and bands and flags and speeches and bright smiles and here was a man who cried, but he had to keep his tears to himself.

"Good to be home?"

He could level with Jim. "There was a book, I never read it. 'You Can't Go home Again'. The title says it all. I'm here, I grew up here, but, here, Coalby isn't my home anymore."

"But, your mother was glad to see you?"

"Sure. I had to make peace with her. Family. We had our differences. And it is like Coalby, the town wanted me to be one thing, I want to be something else."

"Different?"

"No, I don't want to be different just to be different. I want to be me, whatever that means."

"But isn't that the way everyone feels?"

"I'm sure everyone feels that way. They would change, be different, that is o.k. but, they don't want the rest of the world to change."

"So, Coalby has changed and you have changed? You feel the difference?"

"That about says it."

"Will you be back after? Have you thought about coming back?"

"I don't know. I do know if I do come back, I'll be a stranger."

"You are lucky, you know. These kids, it will be tough."

xxx transition xxxx

"Let's go a little early"

He had every reason to think he was going to feel self conscious. For one thing he hadn't been in that church since his confirmation. For another, he would be in uniform, possibly the only uniform in the congregation. And for another, his mother was going to have her day, she would be dressed, not only in her best, but a her new best, something from Minneapolis or Denver, hat, gloves and all. She would stand stiffly erect beside him and hold the hymnal with him. If they arrived early they could sit in one of the pews toward the rear. Most of the stares would have to be quick, over the shoulder glances. Then they could be first out, shake hands with the pastor, and miss the approving nods of the anointed.

They were seated when the bells rang. The farmers and their wives were always a little early, and were always a little uncomfortable in J.C. Penny suits that were brushed and pressed each Sunday and put back in the closet with the moth balls until the following sunday. The farm wives, even in summer, wore dark dresses that hung in the same closet. A consession to summer was a white hat, a floral purse and pair of white gloves. The town folk, depending on the age of the family car, either walked or drove. Except for the Doctor and the Lawyer and the Dentist who had sunday suits, the rest of the town men wore their every day suits to church. The town wives were less subdued than their country sisters, and wore tans instead of browns, aquas instead of blues.

What the new pastor's sermon was about this sunday he had no idea and he had never, in the past, ever quite followed a sermon all the way through. But there were ways of seeming attentive. One was to observe the patterns of colored lights as they streamed through the stained windows. Another was taking a silent roll call. Although the congregation had changed, new faces replaced old, there was a noticeable age gap. The congregation was either under twenty or over thirty, the twenty year olds, especially the young men were missing. Pastor Sundvig presented a well shaved, cherubic, face with a sunday smile and offered each parishioner a warm, strong hand.

"Good morning, Ellen." His mother touched the pastor's hand and returned his smile.

"And this of Donald?" Unless his mother had been tom cating around, who else could it be?

"Yes, this is my son Donald, he is home for a few days."

"It is so nice to have one of Coalby's boys come home." Praise be, the pastor wasn't asking pop questions about the sermon and instead offered his hearty hand and his pastor's very special smile. That took care of that.

"Marie is expecting us at one."

Marie? Oh, Elizabeth Marie Forrester, and when did we get back to first names? At one time, two of Coalby's young matrons pushed baby carriages, preambulators?, around the same block and shared first names. But the depression had scratched or bruised many and defeated too many. His mother had been forced to retreat but she had survived and her golden brown Chrysler would be parked in front of the Forrester's.

He glanced at his mother while he waited at the stop sign for a pick-up to make the U-turn in front of the courthouse. She was sitting with her white gloved hands placed on the purse in her lap, she was poised and looking straight ahead. Ace had once made the remark that she was a true gentlewoman. She was, but her calm demeanor was deceptive. Beneath that regal poise she was as canny as a high-stakes gambler and as tough as an army boot. He had never quite thought of it before. He was, he had a hard time putting the word into a thought he was silently phrasing. He was, the word was, proud. He was proud of his mother. It was something more than a boy holding his mother's warm hand.

"Park in front."

Mrs. Ellen Lorraine Craft and her son 2nd Lt. Donald Elgin Craft were having sunday dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Richard Malcom Forrester. My, how formal can we be? With a little editing the item would be in the Local Happenings column of the weekly Pioneer Journal. It might be combined with an item about Lt. Craft's graduation from The Army Air Force Navigtion School and his return to Coalby.

"Oh, Ellen, it is so nice you could come and you look so cool, summery, in that new dress. And Donald, welcome home Donald. My, you are handsome in uniform."

It could be a tedious afternoon.

“All the news that is fit to print.”

By the time Coalby's news was printed in the Pioneer Journal any of the local crimes would have been tried over cups of coffee or back yard fences. The guilty would have been singled out to be socially ostracized.

Some of the names were new but the stories were repeats. It was like being in church. He could tune out Mrs. Forrester and his mother as easily as he had tuned out the pastor. Without being obvious about it, and without turning his head his eyes searched the room for something to hold his attention and make him seem to be alert.

It was the picture above the china cabinet. The picture, an oil? It had always been there, but somehow, something was different. It was a picture of Mrs. Forrester's father's church. He knew that, but now he sensed something he had never sensed before. The church was in a green-blue shadowed valley with a white picket fence around the church yard. That church and that church yard could have been Mrs. Forrester's life. She was christened in that church, confirmed in that church, and had sung in its choir. She could have been married there, seen her children christened and confirmed and married there and in her time been buried there. But, she had traded the quiet security of that sheltered valley for this space almost without horizon.

Two fragments of her conversation caught his attention, “so she married Skip”, and, “when Bud married that girl from Hollywood”. It had been her plan, an ambitious mother's plan, Bud would marry Donna Richardson. That wedding would combine the Forrester cattle empire with the Richardson coal empire and Mrs. Richard Malcom Forrester would have been the grande dame of the empire. That plan went down the drain. She did not attend Donna's wedding. Bud could still come back and marry one of the other local girls, and that went down the drain. 'That girl' had a familiar Coalby tone to it and 'that girl from Hollywood' had a bit more of an iced tone.

Donald Elgin craft, you stay out of this. 'That girl from Hollywood' is Lillian and Lillian was not from Hollywood she was from Beverly Hills and really not from Beverly Hills. Lillian was a farm girl from Oklahoma. Did Mrs. Forrester know he had introduced Lillian to Bud? He was not going to make a point of mentioning it.

And that took care of the Forrester item on the Agenda.

And it took care of driving out to the Wilson place. He could see Skip in town. He was sure he didn't want to see Donna Richardson Wilson. Would she still turn his knees to rubber? He didn't want to know. Had she panicked and married Skip because there was no one else around? He didn't want to know that either.

It was tuesday afternoon when he caught a reflection of himself in a window of Allen's Drug. Just how that reflection told him something of himself he didn't know. He could see himself as an amateur actor who was overplaying a dual role. As a dutiful son he had gone through the motions of being a dutiful son, but his mother was a stranger. Her life in Coalby no longer included him and would never include him.

1As one of Coalby's favorite sons, he had never been favorite son. He had always been an oddity and would always be an oddity. Donald Elgin Craft, you are a ham with a minor role, play out this afternoon's scene and tomorrow's scene and exit stage left.

His mother took him to the depot in her Chrysler, went through the motions of being a dutiful mother and stood on the platform and waved to him while the Coalby Canonball eased over the switch to the main track.

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Genre: Action, Survival Horror

Developer: Unknown

Publisher: Capcom

ESRB Rating: Mature

Release Date: August 31, 2010

Hints

Easy Level Up

In the royal flush plaza, roll the big red dice, they must add up to seven. If you get seven you will receive 10,000.

Weapon Combos

Wolverine Claws – Boxing Gloves + Bowie Knife

Improvised Explosive Device – Box of Nails + Gas Can

Drill Bucket – Bucket + Drill

Molotov – Newspaper + Booze

Electric Rake – Car Battery + Rake

Gem Blower – Gems + Leaf Blower

Defiler – Axe + Sledgehammer

Air Horn – Traffic Cone + Aresol Spray

Hail Mary – Football + Grenade

Snowball Cannon – Extinguisher + Super Soaker

Tenderizers – Box of Nails + MMA Gloves

Fountain Lizard – Lizard Head Mask + Pipe

Dynameat – Human Hand (or hunk of meat) + TNT

Fire Spitter – Tiki Torch + Light Machine Gun

Freedom Bear – Giant Teddy Bear + Light Machine Gun

Flamethrower – Gas Can + Super Soaker

Rocket Launcher – Pipe + Fireworks

Exsanguinator – Vacuum Cleaner + Saw Blade

Blambow – Bow And Arrows + TNT

Beer Hat – Bottle of Beer + Hard Hat

Heliblade – Toy Helicopter + Machete

Power Guitar – Guitar + Amp

Light Saber – Gems + Flashlight

Pitchfork Shotgun – Pitchfork + Shotgun

Paddlesaw – Canoe paddle + Chainsaw

Testla Ball – Hamster Ball + Car Battery

Letrci-Rake – Rake + Car Battery

Propeller Hat – Serve-Bot Head + Propeller

Moto-Saw – Dirt Bike + Chainsaw

Zombie Eater – Push Lawn Mower + 2X4

Unknown – Leaf Blower + Parasol

Spiked Bat – Box of Nails + Baseball Bat

Blitzkrieg – Assault Rifle + Electric Wheel Chair

Infinite PP

First you need maintenance rooms then make the spiked baseball bat when it runs of condition go into the american casino all the zombies will respawn and repeat the process the spiked baseball bats will be infinite and the nails and baseball bat will respawn keep this process on and you will be in level 50 in no time.

How To Get The Sports Car Keys

The way you get the sports car keys is, go in the pawnshop in the royal flush plaza. You need at least $500.00 or more to buy it. The pawnshop is on the top floor.

Mixing Items

Cooking oil x2, this give fire spit. bacon+orange juice, this gives speed.

1. Chain-saw+paddles, 2. Baseball-bat+box o nails, 3. Pich-fork+shot-gun, 4. Bucket+screw-driver, 5. News-paper+? 6. Flash-light+?

note some of these are only for D. R . 2: case 0.

Free Money Boost At Game Start

Start a new game then win the race. After you win go to the first toilet that you encounter and save your game. Now, go to the main menu and select START GAME and then select RESTART STORY. DO NOT skip the cutscene. You will keep the money and PP that you earned after winning the race ($10, 000 for first place) and repeat this as many times as you like.

Free Zombrex!

Having trouble getting Zombrex for your dear daughter? Fear no longer! Certain missions give out Zombrex for rescuing survivors and you can even find some sitting around on high ledges.

1 // Code Blue, Inside the Slot Ranch Casino: Behind the stage curtains there are some equipment boxes. Jump on them, then to the giant dice, and finally across the gap to claim your prize. You can easily see the Zombrex beforehand, but not jump to it, if you walk up the metal stairs.

2 // Code Blue, Inside the Yucatan Casino: Go to the giant idol in the center and simply jump up the conveniently stair-shaped sides until you reach the offering plate. There you’ll find some Zombrex and a Light Machine Gun.

3 // If you are finding it hard to come across some zombrex rather than buying it, why not find it? If you check out the stage in Slot Ranch Casino head behind the curtain and to your right side is some boxes. Carry on around towards the maintenance room behind the stage and climb the boxes to the right of the door as you face it. You will see a nice free bit of Zombrex on top of the highest boxes. (Note: You cannot jump to the boxes from the overhead mez floor).

4 // You can find some extra Zombrex in the underground tunnel after completing the “Ticket to Ride” mission. It is near the underground access ladder underneath the Atlantica casino.

5 // In Big Roy’s Mart in Royal Flush Plaza (case related).

6 // Go to the stairs in Bennie Jack’s BBQ Shack in the Americana Casino and turn right when going up the stairs to the second floor. Jump on the balcony and then onto the closest light. Keep jumping across the lights until you reach the end.

7 // Backstage behind the curtain at Slot Ranch Casino. Climb up a stack of boxes and speakers. Jump onto a smaller stack of boxes and speakers to find it.

8 // Save the paramedic in the “Code Blue” mission. Bring the paramedic to Dean (“Once Bitten” mission), and the paramedic will give Dean a free Zombrex.

9 // On top of the tallest slot machine display in the middle of Yucatan Casino.

10 // Defeat the Postal Worker (mission related) in Royal Flush Plaza.

11 // Bring Richard (Hunger Pains) food and rescue him in the Silver Strip Diner.

Extinguish The Slappy Boss Fight

It may sound silly but there is an easy way to beat Slappy. Inside the toy shop where you fight him, there are squirt guns. Grab one or two of them, then shoot him with the squirt gun a few times. He will then struggle with his flamethrower as the water messes with them. You should be able to get a few hits with a mele weapon, then take cover. Repeat shooting him with the Squirtgun and swithing to a spiked bat or Defiler.

All Zombrex Locations

Go to The Amaricanna Casiono, then go to the upstairs of the BBQ shak, look to your left and you will see square looking lights, jump onto them (make sure to press a to climb) do that until you reach the end you’ll find a stash of cash and the zombrex. Next got to the Yukosan Casiono and in the middle of the casino you’ll find a water well. Climb up the side and jump on the platform on the left side, you’ll find an LMG and the Zombrex. Next is at the slot rance casino, head to the stage and go behind it its on top of a big box so you’ll have to jump on the smaller connected boxes then keep climbing and it’ll be there on top, Lastly the last zombrex is located underground under the bottom of the slot ranch casino its very easy to find, and this should be enough to keep your daughter well :).

Look At All That Juice Achievement Hint

These are the drinks you need for the achievement/trophies:

Orange + Orange = Nector

Chilli + Chilli = Energizer

Beer + Beer = Pain Killer

Milk + Jellybeans = Ouick Step

Beer + Cooking Oil = Randomizer

Chilli + Ketchup = Repulse

Ketchup + Ketchup = Spitfire

Bacon + Bacon = Untouchable

Jellybeans + Chilli = Zombait

An Easy $10,000

In the royal flush plaza, in the golf store, play the golf mini game and make at least one golf ball and you will win $10,000.

Easy Zombie Kills

If you pick up a QUEEN you can use it to take out multiple zombies at once.

Father Of The Year Achievement Hint

Get the following things to get the FotY achievement:

Robot Bear

Bag Of Marbles

Beach Ball

Stick Pony

Gaint Stuffed Donkey

Gaint Stuffed Elephant

Gaint Stuffed Bull

Water Gun

Gaint Stuffed Rabbit

A Tiger : To tame the tiger you have to give it steak or ribs.

Funny Painting : To get this painting you have to be on case 4 mission Art Appreciation

Free Drill Bucket And Free Spiked Bat!

The main safe house (the gas station) has a work table where you can create certain types of weapons and use them to conquer the zombies, in the junk yard portion of the safe house you will find a drill and bucket, combine these at your worktable and you get a drill bucket, next to the worktable are a box of nails and a bat combined these to create the spiked bat, these ALWAYS REGEN! SO you don’t have to purchase them from the pawn shop!

Cheats

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Unlockables

Suit Of Armor

Full Beard Moustache : In the back of the store “Waves of Style” in RoyalFlush Plaza.

Knight Armor : Complete the game with the “S” ending.

Knight Boots : Buy at the Pawnshop in the Platinum Strip.

Knight Helmet Eliminate Jack in Strip Poker in the Ante Up side mission :Eliminate Jack in Strip Poker in the Ante Up side mission.

Unlockable Clothing

Champion’s Jacket : Win a TIR episode (be the overall top player by the end)

Convicts : Kill 10 psychopaths

Dealer Uniform : Try on all clothing in the game. (excludes locker items)

Hockey Mask : Use every melee weapon on zombies

Tattered Clothes : Kill 1,000 zombies using hand to hand

TIR Helmet : Earn $1,000,000 in TIR Online

TIR Outfit : Earn $5,000,000 in TIR Online

Waitress Oufit, Bowling Shirt, Hunting Jacket, and Overalls : Start a game byimporting a Case Zero file

Willemette Mall Costume : Rescue 50 survivors

Ending Requirements

Ending A (True ending) : Do all cases and give Katey Zombrex every time but donot give TK Zombrex before completing The Facts.

Ending B : Give Katey Zombrex every time, starting from case 6-2, let the timepass by until it is 7AM on September 29; do not complete The Facts.

Ending C : Give Katey Zombrex every time, do not complete case 6-1 or fail anyother case before 6-1, be in the safehouse before the military arrives.

Ending D : Be outside the safehouse by the time the military arrives.

Ending F : Do not give Katey Zombrex and be in the safehouse by the time themilitary arrives.

Ending S : Do all cases and give Katey Zombrex every time, give TK Zombrexbefore completing The Facts.

Hidden Missions

1: Inside the Yucatan, before you meet Rebecca on Day 1. An optional boss fight is here, along with a survivor hiding in the offices. Head on over to the Food Court and raid it for Steak, and ONLY Steak. Upon entering the Yucatan you will be greeted with a cutscene. Afterwards, beat down Ted, watch him die, then hop up on top of Snowflake’s house. You should find 3 steaks total around her enclosure. Toss them way out there and wait. You’ll know when she’s eaten some because her health bar will have filled a bit. Just remember to stay out of reach, otherwise she’ll use YOU for lunch. After about 6 Steaks you’ll be greeted with another scene. Finally, save the poor guy trapped inside the Yucatan’s office.

2: Royal Flush Plaza, Casual Gals store, Day 1. After rescuing his wife located directly in front of the Safe Room hallway, Gordon will appear here and need your help getting back.

3: Royal Flush Plaza, upstairs, during the Rock Heroes mission. While escorting the band, swing by up here to see 3 girls doing their shopping. To get them to follow you have to carry their delicate shopping boxes back to the Safe Room.

4: Americana Casino, VIP Poker Room. Starting midway through Day 2, some high-rolling poker players will set up a game here. To save them, you must pay the $100,000 buy-in then win. If you lose, you have to pay $100,000 AGAIN and keep trying.

5: Food Court, after the Tastes Like Chicken boss fight. So, you’ve killed the psycho and untied the damsel, but she thinks you’re a terrorist and won’t come with you unless Jasper shows up. He happens to be in the Food Court too, but in an unlikely place. Find the nearest vending machines and get to climbing. You’ll find him on one of the many restuarant awnings. Re-unite the pair and hoof it home.

Easter eggs

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Glitches

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Guides

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Achievements

Achievement List

Zombie Slaughter : Kill 500 zombies.

Fashion Aficionado : Change into 10 different pieces of clothing.

Needs more chainsaw : Create a combo weapon.

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