Forewarning

"What do you want?! Who are you?!", Quinn yells out. The intruder pulls back the hammer on his handgun, and whispers with rage and fury seething from his teeth. "[i]I want to personally rip the eyes out of your head, you two faced, lying, cheating motherfúcker![/I]" Quinn yells out for help, his arms by his sides, frozen in fear, while the man continues to press the gun's barrel against his face. The living room light turns on, and Quinn hears a new voice- a powerful, commanding, and familiar voice. "That's enough Lucius." Quinn's eyes adjust to the new light, and he sees Lucius Varner in front of him, in a black officers uniform. By the hallway, leaning his weight against the wall, is Mark Anthony Stannum, dressed in a navy t-shirt and cargo shorts. Stannum looks like a military grunt, but his stature, height, and overall presence commands attention. Little does Quinn know, but this isn't the original Mark Stannum. This man comes from an alternate dimension, and has assumed Marks identity since his sacrifice a year before. But only the members of Alpha are aware of this. Quinn is almost distracted by Mark, but is absolutely terrified of Lucius, who has the look of death in his green eyes, with rage behind them. His expression is beyond upset, and his black hair is deshoveled. "He sold us out Anthony! This rodent helped frame us! Now the whole galaxy is looking for us!" Lucius wants to pull the trigger so badly, oh so badly, but the only thing stopping him is the voice inside his head telling him it's the wrong thing to do. Mark bounces off that comment, now walking towards the two of them calmly. He looks down at Lucius, being a half-head taller than his companion. "I know, Lucius. I want to bash his face in just as badly as you do, but there's a time and place for that. Put the gun down." Lucius looks into Quinn's fearful eyes for a few more moments, savoring the terror of his enemy. He takes a deep breath, and exhales. He lowers his gun, and backs away. Quinn chuckles, suddenly gaining back his pride and ego. "Well, isn't it the two war-criminals. You've got a lot of balls, coming onto my ship... somehow." Mark Anthony shrugs, and the door to Quinn's quarters open. Henry, Jane, and Kaeman move in. Kaeman grabs the remote and turns off the TV. Jane wanders off to another room, and Quinn can hear her rummage through his bedroom drawers. Mark pulls out his handgun, and sets it on the countertop in Quinns kitchen, then sits on a nearby barstool. He looks up at Quinn, his eyes still proud despite being bested by Angelico's exploits. "We needed to find away out of the system, somehow. Figured the ship that wasn't supposed to be at the [i]Rome[/I], and according to Angelico never was, would have its trail covered on his way back to the Bakunin expanse. It's the perfect hitch." "But how did you get into my room?" "Are you joking?", Foil asks with sass. He's found his way to the couch, his legs resting on a nightstand. "[i]Twelve tough looking gunmen?[/i] We're trained operatives for Christs sake. Once Avril got through the security firewalls, this ship was basically ours." "So what're you going to do now, huh? Kill me? Chop off my fingers for information? You'll never break me." Lucius laughs, "That's cute." Anthony doesn't show any acknowledgement towards Lucius. Instead, he keeps his full attention directed towards Mr. Quinn. "No. We aren't looking to break you, Mr. Quinn. But, we expect a form of payment for all the work we've put in for you, and the trouble you've caused us along the way. First things first, we're taking your ship. Second thing, we're dropping you off at Herberus." "Youre letting me go?" Quinn laughs out loud, "Boy, you are truly idiotic if you think I'd let you leave orbit of Herberus alive once you let me go." Lucius smiles, and sits on the countertop, diagonally across from Quinn, allowing Anthony to be directly across from the crime lord. Lucius clears his throat, "Yeah, I don't think that's going to be an issue." Just as Quinn's face turns to worry, Lucius continues, "We made a new friend. His name is Isaac. Great guy. He's taken control of your assets on Herberus, and- wait for it- he's going to give them to us to help us jumpstart an insurgency." "An insurgency? Against the CSA? Ha! You must be crazy!" "Not crazy, Mr. Quinn", says Anthony, "We're pissed off." Quinn looks at everyone in quarters, his unbelievable smile quickly fading. "... You're not joking?" "No, Im afraid not", Kaeman speaks for the first time. "Once we let the people know what's really happening, and learn that Angelico shot White, and has been experimenting on human colonies with SHADE-related bioviruses, and that CSIG has been systematically performing genocides across the systems, it won't be too hard to form a new coalition." Quinn blinks. "A coalition?" "A coalition", Anthony continues, now standing up, "A rebellion." Anthony stands over Quinn, and Quinn gulps. After gaining his voice, Quinn speaks quietly, "Why leave me alive? How does that serve you?" "Somehow, some way, you're gonna find your way back to Angelico with your tail between your legs. You're gonna tell him that Alpha Team is about to take everything you've built, and use it against you until your seat of power has been usurped. After you're dead, we're going to find Angelico... and we're going to shoot him with our guns. We want you to tell him that betraying us was the worst mistake he could have possibly made. We want you to tell Angelico that we are going to find him, and tear down everything that keeps him standing. Tell him we're on our way. And there is no stopping us."