Do you know what I hate the most in life? It's that sometimes it throws a big old wrench at you and grind your daily life to a halt. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, is that, and it's at the time of writing this, is that this country, let alone the world is going through with a pandemic. The self proclaimed Coronavius or COVID-19 in it's scientific term, is spreading throughout the globe, starting from China and spreading around the globe in quick succession. Because of this spread, governments around the planet are urging people to remain in their homes in a social distancing, having no groups more then ten people, postponing and canceling sporting events, concerts, and conventions, and crippling business and the economy. This is definitely a trying time for everyone, including me.

Thankfully, I don't have the virus, not yet at least, but this crisis has caused serious problems with my life. See, I was working hard in finding work for me to do. But with this virus going on, I don't think I'll be looking for a job in an office environment and more of a work from home, to which I don't want. I can't go to any social events with Hankering for More down at YAI in New York as certain events have been canceled. And while wrestling is the best distraction I have to do, I can tell they were struggling with their empty arena shows. Now I have seen a large number of shows since and from what I've been seeing, there are mix results as people didn't like the fact of no crowds in the show. And I fear, really fear on what's a WrestleMania is going to be without the grand spectacle. Spoiler, WrestleMania was less of a grand spectacle and more of a glorified empty house show. Long story short, my life is pretty much screwed up as it is.

I really don't know how long this whole pandemic and social distancing it going to take? It could take weeks, could take months. And I don't know who to blame this mess from the start, whether it be the US governments not responding to this virus sooner, or China for not containing it in the first place. All I know is that I have to stay in my house for as long as possible. Thankfully, I have things to do inside the house until this all blows over. I have video games to play to pass the time, to which I even bought Doom Eternal for my Xbox One for my Birthday on May 25th. I have a makeshift gym down in the basement, which includes and old NordicTrack, a lightweight bar, Wii Fit, and DDR to keep me fit. I can do my karate with others on Zoom along with social online meetups with Hankering on their schedules. And plenty of wrestling content online so I can watch shows involving crowds including WWE, Ring of Honor, and New Japan. Course I have plenty of food to get me by, although the milk part would be a problem if I run out and had to get more, but I have everything prepared for today. I'm just hoping, just hoping, this whole pandemic thing will pass in a few weeks or so. Cause I sure as Hell don't want to be cooped up in here for so long. But regardless, I and all of you need to stay safe and healthy and we'll get through this together. Now that I got that public service announcement out of the way, let me do another thing I can do during this whole crisis, writing fanfiction stories for all of you to read.

Taking a look at the last chapter, looking good. One review and over 133 hits. Pretty good for a long and complex chapter. Though I did try my best, at least the execution was perfect. I'm hoping that this chapter, giving some faults, can be as good of a success as the last one. Speaking of which, let's get started with this chapter.

Going to the next chapter of BioTitans, we return to LM as he continues taking out Cohen's former disciples and taking their pictures to frame their deaths for his masterpiece. The next target will be Hector Rodriguez. Will this be an easy feat for him after facing Martin, or will it get tougher. Let's read to see.

Chapter Notes

Now this chapter will return to Fort Frolic, or to the point Poseidon Plaza. It will remain the same from the original game, but for Eve's Garden, which is where it will mostly taken place, would be different. I've been thinking of combining one with the game and the one in the Bioshock 2 multiplayer map along with a few more ideas from me. I feel like this fight would take place in this establishment and what I have planed for Hector is better that having you chase him all across Fort Frolic. You will see what I mean when we get to the fight.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans or Bioshock

Chapter Twenty-Three: Hector Rodriguez

Returning to Fort Frolic, LM made his long journey back to the Atrium to get the next photo to place in Cohen's little masterpiece. After getting nearly froze to death by Martin Finnegan, he was able to get his first target. Now he has three more to deal with and he is concerned if those will be easy or not. But for now, he just needs to accomplish Sander's work. Leaving the frozen area, he made it back to the Atrium and returned to the stage in the lower level. Getting to stage, he saw the plastered bodies holding all five frames, one of which is already occupied by the photo of the deceased Fitzpatrick. Getting his camera out, he printed out the picture and looked at the last moments of Martin, in his exploded state and gave a sigh.

LM: "All right, let's get over with this.

Getting up the steps, he placed the photo in the lower right frame, right next to the Fitzpatrick photo. Once he stepped down and got a farther view of the work, he heard the trumpet playing again and Cohen's voice was echoing through the area.

Sander Cohen: "It's coming together…yes…but there will always be Doubters. You don't doubt me, do you? I could never stomach Doubters."

LM turned and looked up to the ceiling, calling him out on this.

LM: "Cohen, buddy, I have a thing with art. And while your latest creation is a little disturbing, I feel like this does have potential. Though, I think it would be best if you did all the hunting yourself, keep me out of it."

Sander just chuckle and told him that it would be impossible.

Sander Cohen: "Now, now, my little moth, an artist must seclude himself for the premier. He doesn't need to come out prematurely. Besides, you only have two photos placed on my Magnum Opus. You have three more to gather and place in their immortality."

LM rolled his eyes around and understood the message.

LM: "Yeah, yeah… I got it. Kill three more of your guys and get their pictures to place in this little piece of work. Just as long as you keep your end of the bargain."

Cohen: "Not to worry… You'll get to Ryan, as long as you play along to my show."

The rebel soon got his machine gun out and reloaded a fresh clip, noticing that he was low. Once he reloaded, he asked about his next target.

LM: "So, who's the next target I need to eliminate?"

That's when Cohen explained to him the name of his next target.

Sander Cohen: "The next moth that fluttered away from me is Hector Rodriguez, a washed up composer from the service, until I offered him a second chance. Oh… You should've hear the music he created. So blissful… So grand… So…superb… Unfortunately, he didn't like my vision of music compositions and wanted to do his own. Left me to do his own work. Course, war broke out and dear Rodriguez got trapped along with the others. Now a days, he drinks away his life and nothing more. You can find him deep in Poseidon Plaza. I hear he spends his time in those bars across the area. Careful though, when he's drunk, he's dangerous."

The speakers started to shut down and the lights returned to normal. Sighing in relief, he got a new drum out and pulled it ready to fight.

LM: "Right. Got my second target, just need to find him in Poseidon Plaza and take him out. Hmm… So this guy likes to drink. Which he was my drinking partner. Too bad he's spliced up. Just with Cyborg was old enough to drink with me, would've been fun to hang out together. I'll talk to him about it one day. For now, let's find this Rodriguez guy and eliminate him."

He soon walked away and was about to leave. But just as he was about to leave, he heard the sound of gears from behind and turned to see a small trap door opening up and saw another plastered dead body in an offering pose with a gift he was holding. He looked at it and was curious, slowly approaching it. Opening it up, he noticed a collection of darts, ammo for his guns, and some money to purchase more. Looking at the statch, he smirked and was happy about this.

LM: "Well, got to hand it to Cohen. At least he is generous."

He soon started to gather up all the gear he can carry and went back to work. Leaving the Atrium, he went up the steps and went back to Poseidon Plaza. As the door opened and he was back in the frozen hall, he felt it getting a bit warmer, perhaps because Martin is no longer around.

LM: "Feels like it's not as chilly as before. Good. I really hate the cold."

Once he walked through the next door after turning the corner, he soon noticed the other door with a sign over that says, 'Poseidon Plaza' and was blocked off by ice and snow was slowly starting to melt off, leaving him with a clearing. Seeing it, he could tell that he finally has a way through.

LM: "Huh… Well that was easy. Wish I would get through that sooner. Martin was a real pain in the ass around here. Let's just get going."

Heading to the door, he waited for it to open and is slowly started to go up with a strange noise to it. Once it was full opened and was stuck, he got through it and turned to the left to enter another door. By the time he got in, the place was a bit dark with a few lights from the vending machines and fire. That's when Cohen responded to that.

Sander Cohen: "My deepest apologies. No one usually go this far in my errands. They tend to become a piece of my work in the end. Here… Let me shed some light for you."

Pretty soon, a spot light started to spark and shine on him with the remaining lights started to flicker and turn on. Once everything lit the way, he could tell that he's in an old school like mall. There looked to be two floors filled with stores, bars, casinos, and other unique things. He could already see two stairs that can take guests up and down to get to where they should be. But looking on, he could tell the place hasn't been cleaned or repaired in years. Trash and debris is scattered all over the place, walls have holes in them, store front windows were mostly shattered with items already stolen, and the steps were blocked off with caved in debris that looked deliberate. Looking to this mess, LM blinked and was amazed at what the sight was.

LM: "Well now… This certainly looks like something. And to think back then, this place was filled with shoppers and adventure seekers. Still, let's not dwell on it. Better find this Rodriguez guy and end him. Cohen said that Hector tends to drink a lot to kill away his misery."

He soon noticed a directory on the divider wall where next to one side of the blocked off steps. Looking to it, he started to wonder where to begin. Checking the map and the many different types of sections necessary. Once he found one labeled 'drinking establishments' he found a few that's close by.

LM: "Let's see… Looks like the closest bar that's around here would be this Sinclair Spirits. There's also two casino establishments in both Sir-Prize and Pharaoh's Fortune and one bar located in Eve's Garden. So it seems I have my hands full on where to start."

As he was looking through it, a shadow was looking through the large crack on the wall and had a sinister cackle. It soon scampered off with the sound of clanking on the floor. The rebel heard that and turned around to see the hole on the wall, but no one around. Blinking, he figured that finding and killing his next target isn't going to be easy.

LM: "And something tells me that I'm not alone in this place either. Better hurry up before I encounter those freaks."

So getting his holster of his weapon, he took his shotgun out and slowly walked down the hall, reaching the first and closest spot, Sir-Prize. He approached the door with a green and pink neon sign over it that said 'Sir-Prize: Game of Chance' with a knight helmet in the middle between the Sir and Prize. Once he approached the door, he noticed that it wasn't opening and figured out why.

LM: "Hmm… Sounds like someone locked the place from the inside and there's no way through. Not even a door control panel."

He soon turned to see the caved in debris on both cases of stairs.

LM: "And since the place is a two floor establishment, I can't get to the entrance up there because the stairs are blocked off. So I guess I have to cross this out. Let's check the next spot, Sinclair Spirits."

He soon started to walk away the establishment and headed to the next spot. As he was walking away, there was a voice coming from the door.

"You piece of shit… You Sander Cohen bitch. You better walk away. You better. I won't be bothered by the likes of you. Not while I'm not done preparing for your demise."

Course, LM didn't hear it as the person behind the door was mumbling to himself. Yet he felt that something didn't felt right. But it doesn't matter as he has to focus on finding his next target. Walking down past what look to be some type of sculpture that comprises of ivory and gold lining squares sticking out of each other as bits of water come down on it as the ceiling window above it was cracked and leaking sea water. Walking past it, he noticed sign with a door on the end that says, 'Sinclair Spirits' that has an art deco like field to it. Approaching the place, the door started to slowly open and he entered a long hallway. But by entering it, he was immediately disturbed by the sight of it. On both ends of the wall, are three sets of plastered female mannequins, all in the same awkward pose and veils over their heads. At the end of it, he could see a huge slab made of plaster with banners and fake flowers on the sides and a male splicer that's coated in a white paste and was resting like it was a funeral with a bunny mask and dried flowers over his eyes. Seeing this, he scratched his head and was very concerned at the sight of it.

LM: "Sheesh… All this work Cohen made gets creepier and creepier every day. I could swear that those things would be alive if it were the case. Better find this target and the others and leave this crazy place."

He soon walk past all those sculptures and headed down to the bar he saw. He soon heard mechanics from behind and turned to see a camera was watching him. The same camera that Cohen has hacked to watch all of his disciples. Seeing this, he smirked and told the camera to watch.

LM: "That's it... Just keep on watching… Enjoy the show as much as you can. Cause I'll be gone before you know it."

He soon turned back around and headed down to the bar. When he got there, he didn't see Rodriguez. However, he did find a lot of alcohol bottles on one end, all of which were empty. He also notice a bottle of tonic that has the similar shape as the plasmid bottles, but it too was empty, but has glowing blue residue. Looking to all the bottles, he approached the spot and picked up the empty tonic bottle, looking at the label that had a bloodhound face on it. Seeing this, he read the label out loud to see what it is.

LM: "Booze Hound… Drink to your health and Eve. Huh… Quite a concoction. No doubt Hector was here. Question is, where is he?"

He soon notice an audio log surrounding the empty bottles and decided to check and see what that contains. Hitting play, he could hear a disgruntled voice sounding rather drunk.

'You know what? Art... music... poetry... It's all grift. Cohen's got Ryan wrapped around his lil' pinky... and why? Because he tells him what he wants to hear. "Rise, Rapture, Rise!" Nuts! That stuff was stale before it came out Cohen's pen. I'm through with the whole piñata. Let's see that old fruit try an' keep me here...'

When the recording stopped, LM figured that this was indeed Hector.

LM: "Yep… Definitely Hector. Has the drunken slur in his voice. Just gotta follow that voice and I might find him. If only I know where he is now."

Turning to the other end, he could see a door of some kind with another plastered corpse sulking. Seeing this, he wondered if Hector was there. Heading to the door, he waited for it to open, but he does feel like it hasn't opened for him. Rubbing his chin, he starts to wonder if there's a way in getting in.

LM: "Another locked door. Great… Why does this keep happening to me? Hmm… Maybe there's a button to open it. After all, every bar as a secret button for doors like this."

Turning back to the counter, he starts to wonder if there's a button there. Heading back to it, he started to search for that button. All he could see so far is two cash registers and shattered bottles. But upon closer examination, he noticed a button attached to the side of the counter. No doubt, it's the button that can open the door.

LM: "All right, let's see what's behind door number one."

He started to push the button and waited for something to happen. That's when he heard the sound of the door starting to open and looked to see it opening up. Seeing this, he was relieved that he can check inside to see if Hector is down there.

LM: "All right, Hector… Let's see if you are drinking any barrels of wine down there."

He soon started to leave the counter and headed to the open door. The moment he passed the statue, something was off about it as the whites slowly started to open and a pair of eyes were watching him. Back to the rebel, he headed down the steps and entered the cellar of the basement. Upon heading down, he noticed that the area was partially flooded as wine barrels were stacked up to the ceiling. But then, he noticed a shadow sitting on a chair, like it was waiting for something. To LM, he thought that it could be Hector. So he slowly stepped down and got his pistol out, trying to be careful on what he's up against. Stepping into the partially flooded seawater, he felt a bit of a chill and shook a little. But he kept his composure and continued walking down to the chair. By the time he got there, he turned to the front and was about to shoot. But he soon noticed that it wasn't Hector, it's just another plastered dead body. Lowering his pistol, he sighed and figured that was the case.

LM: "Great… A decoy… How could I be so gullible. Still, at least I can still find him. I just need to keep searching around every bar to find him."

He soon turned to the left and noticed that there's a Vox recorder on a lone barrel and it looks to be a little bit off the edge. Curious, he headed towards it and picked it up and see what it contains. He started to hit play as he heard someone with a southern ascent, discussing about a complaint.

'Now I am a respectable man that treats his customers fairly, but there will be time I have to go far as to kick those that are unruly. This one was no exception. This fellow, Hector, he always come to this establishment, drinking away all his troubles over rights to his songs from Cohen. Now I can understand where he's going what with all his work being honored by someone else, but there's a difference between drinking your troubles away and drinking to the point of no return. He keeps emptying out the bar, became unruly to my customers, and urinating and vomiting where he's standing or sitting. Bad for business and all. So I had to kick him out of my establishment and keep him out. I hope the other owners do the same and keep Hector our of their own establishments. Word has it that he spends more time in Eve's Garden then anywhere else down in Fort Frolic. But I'm afraid that he's more into booze then women. 'Fraid of what he will do in there with that many girls. Just hope there won't be any complaints from the patrons.'

The audio log stopped when LM listened to it all. The one thing that caught his attention was the one place that came into mind. Eve's Garden. That seems like a good enough place to go and drink your troubles away combined with some pleasures.

LM: "Eve's Garden, huh? Looks like I know where Hector is at. Let's go swing by and find him there."

What he didn't know is that something was watching him and was latched onto a ceiling. It soon unlatched itself and landed on the ground, waiting to pounce. LM felt that and figured that it could be a trap. With his pistol out, he turned and pointed it at what's behind. But then, he noticed that it was another plastered figure into a ballerina pose. Looking at that, he spin his pistol up and was a little on guard.

LM: "Just another statue… I'm starting to hate these things. Better get going to the Garden."

He soon walked past it and started return to the stairway. But as he was walking, he felt something still off. Turning around, he noticed the ballerina statue still there, but turned to him, like someone moved it.

LM: "The hell…?"

Curious, he took a closer look to see why the statue turned to him and who moved it. But he didn't see anything wrong so far and thought it was his imagination. But something is still off about it, along with the other statues that he encountered. While they are artistic in their own nature, they are still just corpses underneath all that plaster. And that's what bothered him, they were human after all. So human, they were completely creepy. He soon looked to the face and started to get curious about it. Looking at it closer, he wondered something that might be connected. Looking at the eyes, they looked to be closed, like it's asleep. But when he looked closer, the eyes snapped open to show the blood shot color. The rebel saw the eyes snapped open and immediately tripped and fall to the floor, splashing into the seawater.

LM: "HOLY SHIT!"

Soon enough, the statue started to move and screamed with hooks coming out of its hands. It soon said something in a raspy female voice and sounded a little pissed.

"You can look, but you can't touch!"

She soon lunged at him and was going to impale him. Quickly, the rebel rolled out of the way and avoided the attack. He soon jumped up after a quick rotation and try to get his pistol out. But the splicer in plaster was too quick and did multiple swings to maul him. He quickly avoided each strike while slowly walking back, looking for a way to get out of this situation. But then, he hit the stacks of barrels and realized that he has no way to go. Looking back, he could tell that he was trapped with the splicer seeing this as well and was giddy in killing him.

"Dead end, pretty boy! Time to die!"

She soon got her hook out and was about to go of the head. With a bit of focusing, he quickly ducked down and rolled out of the way. The splicer latched on to the barrel and it penetrated the wood, causing a hole to gush out the red wine. She saw it go down and tries to pry her hook out while LM got away and got his shotgun out, loading a solid buck clip in it. The splicer managed to free herself and turned to get back at the rebel. But before she can strike back, the barrel end of the shotgun was right at her face as LM pulled the trigger. The shell ignited and flew her face off, causing her body to fly towards the wall of barrels and hit hard. That impact caused the barrels to explode and poured a lot of wine to mix in with the red blood. LM managed to take a breather from that surprise and cocked this shotgun with annoyance.

LM: "I knew it! I fucking knew it! Those mannequin statues are alive! I knew those Markiplier videos warned me of shit like this!"

He soon turned to where the statue on the chair was and noticed that the man wasn't there.

LM: "Fuck…"

He soon hurried up the stairs to get out of the bar. He soon noticed another statue that has gone missing as well.

LM: "Double fuck!"

He soon ran towards the exit where the table with the man was at. He was still on top of the slab, but the female mannequins upon entering were long gone as well. Looking to the barren hallway, he knew that the problem is far worse then ever.

LM: "Triple fuck!"

He ran to the hall and left Sinclair Spirits, returning to the mall area. When he arrived he could hear clicking from the ceiling as spotlights were started to appear. LM saw all this go down and knew what it meant. Cohen's little artistic performances. Readying his shotgun, he peered his eyes around and was ready for a bout.

LM: "Damn it Cohen, you're at it again."

He could see a spot light starting to appear on the high hole in the wall. That's when he saw a small gang of female spider splicers started to crawl out of the hole and heading straight towards him. The rebel saw this and decided to pick them off quickly before they can attack. Getting his Tommy gun out, it was filled with anti-personnel bullets, ready to take them out quickly. With both guns in his possession, he pointed the Tommy gun up and pulled the trigger, firing away on the group. He managed to pick a few of them off as they were killed and dropped to the floor. But the rest of them begins to scatter and spread out through the ceiling. LM kept on shooting them and hoping to take care of all of them. But another spotlight pointed to another hole and more spider splicers came out of it. They soon latch down and landed on the floor, charging to an attack. LM felt that and quickly turned with his shotgun in his other hand, aiming and pulling the trigger. With one solid buck, he killed the one in the front while the body pushed the others. But that attack distracted him as the other splicers quickly came down and immediately struck hard. LM quickly tossed his weapons in the air and did a handstand to flip backwards to avoid the attack. Getting back up and grabbed both weapons by the handles and fired with both weapons. The spread mowed most of them down and left a lot of bodies in his wake. Still, more of them started to come out of the holes and went back on the attack. He soon got both his weapons on his back and took out his pistols to spin them like a cowboy. Taking aim, he shot his pistols with anti-personnel bullets and pick the splicers off through the heads. Those who started to get close, he quickly ran back and jumped to the wall, running up and off with a flip and using both pistols to shoot those chasing him. Landing on the ground, he did a quick spin and fired more rounds and took the more of those plastered spider splicers that were surrounding him. He soon looked at more of them and immediately realized that there's no way out of it.

LM: "God damn it! There's just no end to these things! I need to get out of this now before I get over run. Need to clear this up and get to the Garden immediately!"

Putting his two pistols away, he took his coffee can grenades out and looked at each of them. Taking a sigh, he knew what needs to be done.

LM: "All right… Here goes nothing!"

Looking back, he lifted his head up and saw the sculpture of an interesting piece with little streams of seawater coming down it. Looking at this, he decided to take a height advantage and jumped up. At the same time, the splicers pounced on the spot and missed him, dog piling in the process. One of them peeked up and was getting upset.

"Argh! Where's that no good prick. I'm going to treat him like a broken doll!"

Pretty soon, he heard a whistle from above and they all turned their heads to see the rebel Titan hanging on to the sculpture and has both hand holding two grenades he ignited.

LM: "Well boys, it's been fun! But I'm afraid the party has to end."

He soon dropped the grenades and they fall to the floor. Once they landed, they fuses were nearly out and the splicers were in a panic.

"Ah shit! Everyone get out of the way! They are going to-"

Pretty soon, the grenades exploded and destroyed everything, taking them all out in one explosion. LM, who was away from the blast radius, covered his eyes as body parts were flying around. The moment it was over, he jumped down and looked at the black outline he made with corpses burning in the process. Looking around with his pistol out, he checked to make sure there are no more of those plastered bastards. Seeing none, he lowered his pistol and took a quick breather.

LM: "Phew… That's over. I swear, these sons of bitches are full of surprises."

After that ordeal, he could hear Cohen's voice sounding really excited.

Sander Cohen: "Oh, yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes. That was wonderful! A performance of a lifetime!"

He heard the artist's voice and put his pistol away, knowing it was him that started this.

LM: "Cohen! What the hell was all that?! I thought those were just plastered statues of corpses!"

Sander snickered and decided to let him in on one of his projects.

Sander Cohen: "Yes… My apology for this. It was one of my previous works with a few of my followers. I call it living art. They do play a role on all accounts."

LM listen to that and remembered life art in the MoMA.

LM: "Yeah… I remember living art back in New York. It was disturbing as fuck, let me tell ya. Though at least these jackasses are fully dressed. Please tell me those things are the only ones that are plastered and pretending to be statues?"

He waited for a response and heard nothing but silence for a few seconds.

Sander Cohen: "Hmm… Maybe… Maybe not… It has been a long time since I made that piece. I'm sure you run by them from time to time. But enough about me, have you found Hector and got his picture yet?"

LM could tell that he's getting to the point and explain it to him.

LM: "No, not yet. However, I got a lead of where he might be. I'm heading down there now, if I don't run into any of your pieces."

Cohen heard that and started to get a little antsy.

Sander Cohen: "Well, what you are waiting for?! Hurry and find him so he can be added in my grand masterpiece! Chop, chop!"

The speakers were soon turned off and the lights returned to normal. Hearing that, LM sighed and could tell that he's loosing patience.

LM: "Sheesh, this guy. He always have a change of moods every time he talks. It's rather concerning. Oh well… Better find Hector and get this over with. The last thing I want is for him to loose his mind and kill me."

So he turned to the right and headed down the hall to get to Hector. Walking down, he noticed a structure that looks like the right place. In front of him looked like an entrance to some form of brothel with windows that have poster stands showing an art deco of a female with a title, 'Jasmine Jolene: Andrew Ryan's Favorite Gal! Limited Time Engagement'. But over the door, there is a sign that resembles and apple with the title of one word over the other that says, 'Eve's Garden: X X X'. Looking to the sign, he knew that this is the right place.

LM: "There it is… Eve's Garden… Looks like some kind of strip club. I might be shy of 21, but it's the only place for me to get to. Let's check and see if Hector is around."

He started to walk to the entrance, hoping to get inside. But as he was going towards it, he heard an announcement on the speakers at the entryway.

'Hello, and welcome to Eve's Garden, where you can take the bite of the apple. This event is invitation only, so please, hand in your invites into the slot next to the door.'

LM heard that and was a bit confused.

LM: "Invitation only? You need a pass to get in? What kind of crazy rule is that?"

He soon heard the announcement again, and something unexpected happened.

'No invitation, no entry.'

Just then, compartments on the floor started to open and two sentry turrets came out and took aim at him.

'Have a nice day.'

LM blinked and immediately grasp the situation.

LM: "Oh crap…"

Immediately, the turrets started to fire and were going to kill him. LM managed to lift his hand up and focused, stopping the bullets in mid air. He soon got his hands in motion as pistols while the bullets turned to them. Motioning that he pulled the triggers, the bullets fired back and hit the turrets that destroyed them on impact. Once they were gone, LM took a breather and didn't think that would happen.

LM: "Sheesh… Some security. Wonder how they managed to approve that for a gentleman's club. Rapture certainly has some rules of aggression. Now… How am I going to get in there without an invitation?"

As he thought of that, he saw a small tear in front of the club. Curious, he stepped in and wonder what this tear is about. Suddenly, it started to open and shows a group of men all gathered together to get ready for a bachelor party.

"I'm telling ya, this is going to be the best bachelor party of all time! A little drinking, a little dancing, and a lot of girls to choose from. It's the best way to celebrate being single before tying the knot down in Arcadia."

"Tell me about it. Hey! Maybe we can have a special dance with Jasmine. She's quite the gal."

"You kidding me? That's Ryan's gal! No one touches Ryan's gal but him. You want to get into trouble?"

"Oh come on! There's a chance we might be with her."

Just then, one of them left the group and decided to get something. One of them notice him leaving and asked what he's doing.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going? We got a party to get to!"

The guy turned to the others and told them that he needed to get something.

"Sorry guys, but I need to get a few things from Robertson's. Some good old Cuban cigars to help heighten the mood. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Well, you better hurry up. Otherwise you will miss out on all the action."

"Yeah, yeah…"

He soon walked away as the rift closed up completely. The rebel looked to the rift and heard the name one of the partygoers was talking about.

LM: "Robertson's…? What is he talking about?"

He looked around and wondered if this Robertson is a person or a place. But turning to the left, he noticed a shop that was located close to the strip club. In hindsight, it almost look like a tobacco shop like the last place with windows displaying cigars and tobacco and ads promoting those products. But there's a sign over the door that looks old fashioned the says, 'Robertson's Tobaccoria'. Seeing this store, he smirked and knew that this is where he needs to go.

LM: "Oh… That's the Robertson he was referring too. This would be easy."

He soon walked to the store and checked to see if this person who left is still in there, preferably dead. Thankfully, the door was unlocked and opened in front of him. Upon entering, he could smell the stench of tobacco in the shop. One side has a lounge where people will smoke freely while there a boxed room on the other end with glass showing all the smokes and cigars along with a small cashier area for people to pay. LM covered his nose with his sleeve and was getting sick of the smell.

LM: "Jesus… This place reeks. Never going to get use to the smell of used tobacco. I just hope if this guy has the invite, I can get in and find Hector. Hopefully if he goes here for a few smokes, his body might be around."

His first instinct would be to head to the glass room where all the boxes of cigar, as that would be where this person would be. So he headed down to the end where the door is to get in. But by going to that, he noticed that it's locked and there's a combination at the side. Looking to this, he cursed and didn't like it at all.

LM: "Great… Another combination code. As if this mission is going to get worse. Where the hell I'm going to get it?"

The rebel looked back at the store and started to get curious.

LM: "Hmm… Maybe the code is somewhere in the store. Better find it if I am to get in there."

He soon started to search every square inch of the store, to find some sort of code to open it. Looking high and low, he couldn't find any resemblance of a code, not even a piece of paper. Finishing the search, he sit on a chair at the cashier and groaned in annoyance.

LM: "Nothing… There's absolutely nothing! No piece of paper, no clue, nothing! How the Hell am I going to enter the door without a code. Maybe I can hack into it with the Hack Tool. But that seems impossible to do as there is a lot of red on the gauge. Maybe if I focus hard, I might be able to get past it."

He sighed and thought of risking that and get it out of the way. He just hope that he doesn't get fucked with security. As he was thinking about it, he noticed another audio device underneath the cashier desk and wondered what this was about. Removing it from the desk, he hit the play button and listened, wondering what this one contains to pass the time. He could hear the owner discussing on the problem with storage room.

'Due to those pricks down in Eve's Garden, I have to continuously update my security code to the cigar room. These bastards have a tendency to be drunk and horny without any rhyme or reason, yet they can see the codes I put and would remember that. I had five of those delinquents going into my storage room and take boxes of Cuban cigars and stormed out without paying, and the worst part is that they know the code and put it in without my permission. I had to install a security camera with built in security drones to prevent that from happening. However, they will keep on doing what they are doing, knowing the codes on a weekly basis. It's becoming frustrating! So as a security precaution, I going to update the combination every day to prevent it. However, I need to remember the code so I can put it into the door. Thankfully, I have an idea. I always have four boxes of cigars on display behind the cashier. Each cigar in each box represent a number from the combination lock from one to nine, if there's no cigars in those boxes, it's zero. I update it every night before I close my doors and no customers around, then update the combination on the door. And every morning, I open it up and I have the code ready for another day and repeat the cycle over and over again. So far, those fools don't know about it and try to crack it, but they fail a lot. I would be surprise if they found out about the boxes with the number of cigars in each is the code. But they are two drunk or spliced up to even notice. I would want to see them try to crack it, it would be impossible for them.'

Once the recording stopped, LM scratched his head and heard what the owner has done.

LM: "The number of cigars that represent the code. Huh… Very clever. I wonder…"

Turning behind, he could see the four boxes of cigars all neatly lined up in a row. Each box has a certain number of cigars, each one different from the other. Looking at each of the box, he counted the number to see how many are there. The first box contains four cigars, the second contains seven cigars, the third; five, and the last; nine. Looking at each of these boxes, he started to put them together.

LM: "Four… Seven… Five… Nine… 4759. Let's hope this works."

He soon returned to the door leading to the cigar shop and inputted the code. Once he got the code in, pushed the button and a ding was heard. That's when the door was opened and was surprised that that really worked.

LM: "Wow… That shit actually worked. I'm quite surprised."

He soon entered the room and could see the stacks of cigar and cigarette boxes surrounding him, already have that pre smoke smell. He covered his nose from the smell and was getting more disgusted.

LM: "Argh… This is worse then outside the place. Let's see if this guy is here with the invite and get out of here. The more I stay here, the more I might suffocate."

He walked down the shelves of cigar boxes to find a body that has the invite. Turning to the corner, he noticed something on the other side in the end and approached it. He soon saw a corpse hovering over a damaged camera that was sparking. All around him was a lot of boxes that were opened and cigars were scattered on the floor. There was even a damaged security drone that looked taken out before and was blinking a little. Seeing the body and the bullet holes on the chest, he could tell that this person was trying to steal and didn't get out at all..

LM: "Poor guy… Hoping to get the smoke and didn't get a chance. He must've been trying to steal some and pay the price."

He soon spotted another audio log and wondered what that contains. Hitting play, he heard a familiar voice from the guy in a torn rift from before.

'What a crazy night it's going to be. My friend is celebrating the final day as a single man we're going to spend it at Eve's Garden. Oh yeah… That's my type of night. We got the reservation, the invitations, and our own personnel VIP room with booze and girls. Hell, I'm hoping they bring Jasmine to our room. All it's missing are boxes of cigars. There's a tobacco shop close to the place. I'll head down there with the group and told them I'll pick up some cigars for the party. We need to have a good time before that wedding in Arcadia. And it's going to be a night to remember.'

The recorder stopped and LM finished with what he said.

LM: "Yeah… A night to remember… That's a dark way in putting it. Goes to show that you can't steal from shops."

He looked to the corpse and wondered if he can find that invite. Bending down, he checked clothing to find the invite. Rummaging through the corpse, he felt something and took it out. What it was is a ticket with a picture of an apple and the title 'Eve's Garden VIP'. Seeing the ticket, he found his way in and smiled.

LM: "No golden ticket, but it will do. Let's get back there."

He put away the ticket and was about to return. But he heard the door opened and the sound of two disgruntled voices came in.

"Come one, man… Hurry up! I'm in desperate need of a smoke."

"You sure this is the right place. We've been through every place and there's no cigars around."

"Of course this is the right place. There's a secure room that has all the packs we need. We can smoke until we get heart attacks for all I care."

"But the place is closed off! You need a code to get in and the owner is long gone."

"Oh, don't be a worry wart. We'll take a wild guess and hope for the best."

LM heard those voices and was getting worried.

LM: "And if things couldn't get worse, more splicers. Sounds like two are coming in. I can take them down easily. But I'm in an enclosed space and avoiding what they can dish out would be complicated. I got to find a way to get out of this."

He looked around to find something that could work. When he looked down to the drone, he noticed that it was in good condition. Looking at it, he smiled and came up with a plan of escape.

LM: "Maybe there is a way out of this."

The rebel soon got his hack tool up and place a dart to begin hacking.

Meanwhile, the two splicers were heading to the door and was going to figure out the code. But as they reached it, they notice the code was set and someone was inside.

"Well, well, well… Check it out. Looks like someone is already inside."

The other splicer heard that and noticed the code too.

"Really? No shit. And I thought that a ghost must've cracked the code. Do you know who did it?"

The first splicer soon got his shotgun out and cocked it ready.

"Who knows and who cares. All I know is that I desperately need of a smoke and no one is going to take it from me. Get ready."

The second splicer nodded as he got his lead pipe out with one hand while taking the pistol out of the other. The two waited until the person comes out, in an attempt to surprise attack him. They soon hear footsteps and were ready to strike. The door soon opened and they were about to attack. But just as it opened, they didn't see anyone, just an active security drone. The two starred and blink at this and were caught by surprise.

"Uh… That's not a thief…"

"Yeah… I noticed… Run!"

The two soon made a mad dash out of the smoke shop as the drone followed them and firing its bullets at them. The moment they left, the store was very quiet until LM poked out of the cigar storage and could tell that they are gone.

LM: "Good, they're away. I just hope that drone can keep them busy while I handle Hector. I can't stand taking on guys in close quarters."

He soon left storage and exit the store to head on back to the strip club. By the time he returned to Eve's Garden, he could hear the announcer repeating herself again.

'Hello, and welcome to Eve's Garden, where you can take the bite of the apple. This event is invitation only, so please, hand in your invites into the slot next to the door.'

Hearing that, LM smiled and got the invitation out of his trench coat.

LM: "Oh… I got your invitation right here."

He soon approached the door and slid the invitation into the slot next to it. He soon waited for the ticket to process until he heard a chime and an announcement overhead.

'Invitation confirmed. Hello Paul Rampart. Welcome to Eve's Garden. Enjoy the show.'

Soon enough, the doors started to part and gave him a way in. Seeing his way through, he smiled and was ready to get this guy and take his picture.

LM: "All right. I'm in. Let's find Hector and get back with the picture. Any more time I stay around here and it will drive me mad."

He soon entered the strip club to begin finding what he's looking for. The moment he's in, the site of it marveled him. It almost look like a professional club with two full floors for patrons to drink and enjoy the show. On one end, there is a square like bar attached to the wall that was serving many drinks and lit up signs promoting certain liquors. There is also a vending machines and a fortuneteller attached to the other end of the wall for extra shopping and predictions. He could even see round tables around him with some of them having stripper poles and hanging on the ceiling are human sized birdcages for dancers to dance in. But the one thing that got his attention the most is a huge center stage with a curtain in the back that is separated into three strips and complete with their one-strip poles on each end. One of which is reserved for this Jasmine girl as her poster was hanging on the stand next to the pole. This was indeed a strip club for elite gentlemen. He whistled to himself and was amazed on how it all looks.

LM: "Well now… This looks amazing! Never been to a strip club before till now. Wonder if the clubs in Jump are like this? Hmm… Might as well check on out when I'm a little older."

Course the place like the others were in bad shape with turned over tables and chairs, spilled and spoiled drinks, torn wallpaper, and he could see some dead strippers in the bird cages. Seeing the mess, he could tell that it seen better days.

LM: "Then again… Seeing the condition of this place, I don't want to know what business they do around Jump. Now… If I was a drunk and washed up musician, where would I go?"

The rebel started to look around to find any sign of his next target. But during the search, he heard the sound of music coming from the stripper stage. Hearing that, he turned and noticed another rift that was coming from Jolene's stage. Curious, he walked down to the rift and wonder what it contains. As he got closer, he soon heard a male voice introducing someone to the crowd.

"And now…The moment you've all been waiting for! Coming down the stage, she is sensational! She is exotic! She is Andrew Ryan's favorite Gal! Jasmine Jolene!"

The moment the announcer made the introductions and the rebel getting close enough, the rift exploded and show the Garden in it's former glory. He could already see male patrons enjoying the show as strippers are on two ends giving them a show. But then, the curtain on the end parted and out stepped Jasmine as she sauntered down her strip pole. She was dressed in a revealing showgirls outfit and has a seductive smile on her face. The patrons were all hooting and hollering as Jolene was pulling some slick moves on and around the pole, with dollar bills being tossed to her.

"Woo-hoo! There she is! There's Jolene!"

"Oh man… She's even beautiful then on those posters! I got to have her!"

"Careful there, bud. That's Ryan's girl you're ogling. And Ryan doesn't like those who get close to someone like her. It won't end well for you."

"Seriously? Why would Ryan have an interest with her. Doesn't he have someone else with him? Heard that he has a secretary that has a crush on him. What was her name again? Diane McClintock was it?"

"Yeah? Well she might have the hearts for him, but he's not interested in a bookworm like her. I heard he stood her up a couple of times during her time off because he's busy with work."

"Well can you blame him. He's Andrew God Damn Ryan! He's the creator of Rapture! He needs to keep things in order otherwise it will fall into chaos. He doesn't have time for petite dates."

"Hmph… No time for dates huh? Well when he comes here, it's always a date between him and Jolene."

"Speaking of which… Here he come. Best keep your eyes and hands to yourself, otherwise you will be paying with your life."

LM didn't hear the conversation as he was mesmerized by the woman that was in front of him. She was spinning around her pole in the most erotic of ways, letting her blonde hair flow through the spin. She soon stopped and approached the stage, noticing LM and walking to him. But she didn't call out his name, she was calling out someone else.

Jasmine Jolene: "Well, well, well… If it isn't the long lost Andrew Ryan. Mmm… Come here, tiger."

She soon walked away and headed back stage, gesturing him to follow. Soon enough, the rift closed and it was back to its decrepit state. LM blinked and didn't know what he was seeing.

LM: "Whoa… That was something… So, that's Jolene, huh? Certainly the center of attention, is she? No wonder why she's Ryan's girl. Quite the hottie."

He soon look to the curtain at the end of the stage and was starting to get a little curious.

LM: "Hmm… Wonder if Hector is behind that curtain. Let's check it out."

Stepping up on the stage, he walked down the end and went through the curtain. He soon entered a hallway that goes down and turned to the left. Before he could turn, another rift opened up and Jasmine was there, leaning on the corner with a seductive look on her face.

Jasmine Jolene: "I thought you had forgotten about poor Jasmine. But I'm glad you didn't. Now come to my precious abode. A busy man like you deserve a little treat from me."

She chuckled a little before turning to the corner, and then the rift disappeared. LM watched it and wondered where she's leading him. So he turned to the left and approached a long hallway with a door leading to Jolene's dressing room. When he passed the ladies dressing room, which looked to be caved in and was leaking bits of seawater, he noticed a light appearing and it looked red with shadows around it. He soon heard Jolene's voice coming from behind the door, but it didn't sound right. He slowly approached the door as Jasmine's voice was speaking with fear.

Jasmine Jolene: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ryan. I didn't know… I didn't know Fontaine had something to do with it. I- Wha- What are you doing? No. No don't, please! I love you! Don't- Don't please! No! NO!"

The light soon faded with the rebel feeling rather cautious of what happened on the other side. Slowly reaching the door, it slowly started to open itself up to let him in. By the time he entered, he was horrified at what he sees. He was inside one of those private rooms for guests who wish to have their own personal fun. There was a single bed in the center with a mini bar on one end and a vanity room on the other. There was also another one of those Jolene posters hung above the bed. It was no doubt Jasmine's own room. But what he's seeing is nothing but a murder scene. There was dried blood and cum on the walls and floor and a corpse was on the bed with the poster slanted and an eerie green sea shining above. Slowly approaching the bed and was disgusted at the sight of it. No doubt it was the body of Jasmine Jolene as her body look beat and her hair was drenched in blood. The body looked rotting with flies around it and the face looked pale and withered. But the one thing that he saw is a broken piece of a nine iron, lodged right into her cranium. He could tell that that was the weapon that killed her. Starring at the body, he could tell who the culprit was.

LM: "Dear God… Did Andrew Ryan killed her? So much for being Ryan's favorite. Wonder what happened and what caused this?"

He soon spotted something underneath the bed and bend down to see what it was. Turns out, it was another audio log that was hidden for a reason. But looking at the bloody fingerprints, someone noticed and heard the log. Preferably Ryan who was getting suspicious and got his answer that lead to Jolene's death. Curious in what it contained, he removed it from the bed and started to hit the play button. From there, he could hear the voice of a worried Jasmine talking a bit of gibberish that made some form of sense.

'That creepy Dr. Tenenbaum promised me it wasn't gonna be a real pregnancy, they'd just take the egg out once Mr. Ryan and I had… I needed the money so bad… But I know Mr. Ryan's gonna suss it out, gonna know I wasn't being careful… gonna know I sold the… Mr. Ryan's gonna be so mad at me…'

The recording soon stopped abruptly. LM heard it all and pieced together what has happened.

LM: "So… Jolene had a child and gave the unborn kid to this Tenenbaum and Fontaine for some unknown reason. And to make matters worse, Ryan was the father. And judging by the body on the bed, he didn't take it too kindly. Too bad she wasn't Striperella, cause she would've got out of this mess."

Turning to the bed where a dead Jolene was, he sighed and felt sorry for her.

LM: "Still, this poor soul didn't deserve to die like that, even if what she did was wrong. I just hope she found her peace."

By the time he thought of that, he heard an announcement coming from the Garden's entrance and a name that sounded familiar.

'Invitation confirmed. Hello Hector Rodriguez. Welcome to Eve's Garden. Enjoy the show.'

Upon hearing that, he soon realized the name of the person he was looking for.

LM: "Hector…? Hector Rodriguez? Looks like he found me more then I found him. This might give me a chance in taking him out before he can make his first move on me."

He soon got his pistol out and load it with more anti-personnel bullets for a quick kill. Getting out of the private room, he walked down the hall and hoping to find his target. He soon heard a drunken voice of Hector demanding a drink, but no one was around because of the place looking abandoned.

Hector Rodriguez: "How 'bout some fucking service…around here? Maybe I'll…do something about it!"

Hearing that voice, he knew that he's out there and has to be careful. He doesn't know what he's capable of and don't want to find out. Slowly, he sneaked down the runway and was looking for a good spot to take him out as he kept babbling on.

Hector Rodriguez: "Sander Cohen… Fuck him! I sacrificed so much to put me on top, whether it be the surface or Rapture. And yet no matter what I did, I always get the short end of the goddamn stick. First it was that record company in Detroit that won't allow me to play my work. Then it's Cohen taking all the credit for my work! I'm sick and tired of being treated like a piece of shit! Sick and fucking tired! Cohen… Cohen, Cohen, Cohen… There will come a day that I will have my revenge. And when it happens, my little friends will come in and strike before you can even react. Oh yeah… You're fucking dead when I return."

LM heard it and didn't like a sound of it. What did he mean by little friends? It cannot sound good. So he has to take him out now and not find out. Getting into the right position, he pointed his pistol to his head and was about to pull the trigger. But as he was in position, Hector was about to take a drink with his bottle and noticed the rebel on the glass reflection. Seeing him, he sighed and talk him out.

Hector Rodriguez: "You're no stripper… You're not sexy enough…"

LM could tell that he knows he's standing there and gave a sigh. Lowering his pistol, he decided to make a joke about it.

LM: "If it makes you feel any better, I can do a lap dance. Though I feel like dancing with a guy watching is a little uncomfortable."

Hector laughed it off and got the joke.

Hector Rodriguez: "I figured as much… So, you're not from around here, are you? Let me guess… Cohen sent you to take care of me, did he? What is this, the fifth one this month?"

The rebel heard that and knew that he wanted answers. With a bit of a breather, he told him the honest truth.

LM: "You could say that… Though he's forcing me in doing his work, not my call. The last thing I want is to get turned into a statue like the others. At least one that is immobile and not those in disguise like what I encounter recently."

Hector nodded as he chugged a pint of the bottle down his throat. Placing the bottle on the counter, he was silent and decided to ask of what Cohen has plans for him.

Hector Rodriguez: "Well…? What are you going to do? I assume Cohen brought you here for a reason."

LM turned his head away and didn't know if he's ready for it. But being and honest man, he decided to tell him straight away.

LM: "To kill you… Take a picture of your corpse and put it in his…grand masterpiece. He did it to Fitzpatrick. I had to do it with Finnegan, forcefully. Poor bastard… Now he wants me to kill you next, along with two more targets. Now I overheard your complaints. I know that you got the short end of the stick, that you've been treated like a dog turd in the corner of the street. But it doesn't have to be this way. If we can talk this out, then maybe we might be able to resolve this. What do you say?"

As he was talking, Hector got his hand in front of his body and hid it from the rebel. It was then that he tightened his hand and opened it, letting something blue coming out of it and was pulsing a blue light.

LM: "C'mon Hector, be sincere. We don't have to end it in a shootout."

Hector turned his head to him and gave a smirk behind his bird mask.

Hector Rodriguez: "No… We don't… But they do…"

He soon showed the pulsing blue object in his hand and squeezed it. LM looked to the object and wondered what it is. It was then he heard beeping from all around and peered his eyes up to see what it is. That's when he saw multiple security drones surrounding him, all different varieties. Normal bullet types, security ones with tazers, rocket launchers, and precision lasers. All the types necessary for a small war. Looking to all of this, he knows that Hector is controlling them all.

LM: "Little friends… Of course."

Hector soon stood up off the stool and was holding a bottle of vodka in his hand, telling him that he won't give up easily.

Hector Rodriguez: "Do you really think that I would be unarmed against you. I mean, I am unarmed, but I'm not defenseless."

He soon lifted up the pulsing blue object and explained what it is.

Hector Rodriguez: "Do you see what this is? This is a security bulls eye. With this beauty, I can summon security drones on a whim to take care of my dirty. Plus…"

He soon tossed it to LM and the projectile hit him, bathing him in blue with light bots dancing around him. He felt that and tried to get it off, but it was impossible to do so.

Hector Rodriguez: "It also acts as a projectile to track any nosey delinquents that comes my way, including you…"

The drones soon armed their weapons and were ready to take him out. The rebel surveyed himself and drones and knew he was in big trouble.

LM: "Fuck me…"

Hector soon chugged a bottle of Vodka down his throat and decided to make his leave.

Hector: "Well…" *hiccup* "I'll leave you with my friends. As for me, I think I'll leave. Service here is fucking bad as it is. I think I'll get lucky for tonight. See you around, prick!"

He soon laughed it off and left the bar, heading up to the second floor of the Garden to take the exit from above. By the time he left, LM looked to all the drones and didn't like the odds at all.

LM: "Hmm… One of me, a dozen of them. Not the type of odds I want, but I've been through worse."

Soon enough, the security drones begin to fire their weapons, with most of them spewing bullets, lasers, and electricity. LM focused and slow down time, quickly getting out of the line of fire and running to safety. Time resumed and all the projectiles hit the spot he was on, leaving behind bullet holes and scorch marks. The rocket drones turned to see LM running towards the bar Hector was at and fired their rockets right at him. Quickly, he sidestep around to make sure he doesn't get hit badly. Avoiding it all, he jumped over the counter top and ducked down into the bartender area. The regular drones quickly surround the bar top and quickly fired right at the spot. LM kept his head down and covered himself as bottles were shattered and glass and liquid rain down on him. With his body down, he started to think of a way out of this.

LM: "Jesus! And I thought that Finnegan was a problem. This one is the worse!"

He looked to the blue stuff with fireflies buzzing and tried to wipe it off. But it is of no avail as he is completely covered in it.

LM: "Argh! This stuff is impossible to get off! It's just like when Beast Boy dumped a whole bucket of green slime on me as a prank. That took days to wash off! I have to get this gunk off of me now or else these pesky drones won't stop following me!"

He soon felt more bullets whizzing by as more bottles started to get hit. One of the bottles hit the floor and didn't break, rolling to him. Looking at the wine bottle, he decided on trying to keep them off his case.

LM: "Hmm… Maybe there is a way out of this."

He soon took a napkin from the counter and pop the cork to put the cloth inside. The drones surrounded the counter and waited for the rebel to come out and kill him. As they were waiting, one of them noticed a bit of movement and flew closer to get a good enough view. Just then, LM popped out and tossed the bottle out, which was ignited in fire. Hitting the ground, it spew in flames and spread out. He soon tossed another bottle on the other side and that spread out fire. Then headed to the other end in a crouch and tossed the next bottle. The counter was soon surrounded in flames and the drones backed away, making it difficult to see. Just then, LM jumped up off the counter and through the flames. He soon grabbed one of the security drones and was hanging onto it. The drone flew all over the place and try to get the rebel off of it. The rest saw this and wanted to attack, but didn't want to take out their comrade. This gave the rebel an opportunity and armed the hack tool on his wrist and fired the hack dart on the drone. With the auto dart, he was able to hack into it and it turned into a friendly. Jumping down, he with one knee to the floor and reloaded the next two auto hack darts to fired it on the security drones with the tazers. Once they were friendly as well, they all turned to the others and started to attack the them, with the tazers electrifying some with the machine gun one picking them off with bullets. With the three keeping them distracted, it will give him time to escape and go after Hector. Looking at the doorway that Hector took, he looked up and noticed a shadow on the second floor. Looking at the drones, he decided to make his leave.

LM: "Look at the time! Better get going! Have fun!"

He soon made a mad dash to the door and make an escape. At the same time, the three drones attacked the others to hold them back. But they were completely outnumbered as the rocket and precision drones use their rockets and lasers to take them out. The rebel was long gone made an escape, but temporarily. LM made it up the stairs and reached the second floor, but needs to find a way out of the remaining drones in the process.

LM: "Okay, that was temporary. Now I have to deal with getting through the rest of these metal scrapers. It's definitely going to be hard. Think LM, think. How do I get out of this one?"

He searched around for something useful and saw a fire extinguisher used to put out fires. But it can be used for the exact opposite. He smirked and knew what needs to be done.

LM: "Okay… Now we're talking…"

Meanwhile, the drones took out the three hacked ones and they fall and exploded to pieces. When they were done, they need to target the rebel coaxed in blue glowing slime. They soon notice a blue glow at the balcony with the door opened. Seeing this, they slowly go upwards to see if the intruder is there. As they were getting closer, a fire extinguisher flew upwards and headed down to the drones. That's when LM came out and used his Tommy gun to fire on the extinguisher. After a few bullets, it hit the extinguisher and exploded, taking out a small bath in the process. With the rest scattered, he decided to take this opportunity and pick them off. Loading an armor-piercing drum, he started to shoot down a few as they fall to the floor and exploded. At the same time, he ran and was reaching the exit. But the remaining drones saw him leave and targeted him to fire. He looked at the remaining threat and noticed that they were rockets and precision lasers, something that he won't avoid even if he focused. He just need to find a way to taking care of them and his hack tool won't be enough. Looking at the cages, he started to figure out a way in taking care of them. With a quick detour, he immediately jumped on the table and jumped over the railing, flying high while the drones fired their rockets and lasers. He managed to avoid them easily, but it won't be enough as he must focus on taking them down. Landing on the top of the cage, he swung a little before looking back and coaxed them into him.

LM: "Hey! Nice shot! Whoever created you guys really need their targeting sensors aligned."

The drones, even if they don't have ears, were pretty much annoyed and fired at him. One of the precision bots fired a laser right at the rebel, hoping to cut him in two. He soon jumped away from the attack and got to safety while the laser cut the chain and caused the cage for fall to the ground. He soon landed on another cage and chuckled a little.

LM: "You call that your best shot? I've seen feds you fire better then you."

One of the rocket drones fired one of its rockets at him and was hoping to cause him to explode. Again, he dodged it by jumping away and the rocket exploded on contact, destroying the cage in the process. He soon landed on the third cage and looked on to see if his plan was working. Already, he could see the drones split in two separate directions with the middle completely cleared. Seeing this, he knew that his plan was working and decided to finish it off."

LM: "Oh… Miss by a country mile. You drones sure know how to suck in target practice."

The group started to get mentally angry and they all fired heir weapons right at the rebel. He could see them in their proper position and decided to make his next move. Jumping off the cage he went to the other side and placed his feet on the balcony barrier, letting the cage get torn up in the process. Bending his knees down, he focused and launched himself off the barrier, leaving behind splintered debris. Rocketing through the air, he thread the needle and went in between the two groups of drones. In slow motion, he looked at them getting ready to fire and smirked, knowing that he had them fooled. Speeding up on normal time, he flew on past as they all fired at the same time. All the drones soon accidentally hit each other, which soon led to them destroying each other in the process. The rebel managed to grab hold of the support barrier of the second floor balcony and observed his own actions. Seeing the pieces of the drones falling to the ground, he smiled and knew that he got that in the bag.

LM: "Well… That worked like a charm. And here I thought these things would get the best of me. These drones certainly have a one track mind now huh?"

He soon used his arm strength to light himself over the railing and back on the second floor. Dusting himself off, he decided to focus on his target.

LM: "With that mess out of the way, I better get back to my mission. That snake, Hector, gave me the slip and sent his mechanical dogs after me. Now he could be anywhere in Fort Frolic."

There was a brief pause as he was thinking of something.

LM: "Unless… Hector said that he was going to get lucky tonight. Wonder what it means…? I should check the mall out to find the answer. Maybe there is something that should help me."

He soon look to the exit that Hector might have went into and decided to go after him.

LM: "Regardless, I believe that I should catch up to him before the trail starts to get cold. I also need to find a way in getting all this blue gunk off of me. At least I won't have to worry about any more of those drones. They are just as pesky as flies."

He soon ran to the exit and the door opened to bring him back to the second floor of Poseidon Plaza. However, just as he was getting out, he stopped dead in his tracks and stood in shock to see something quite unexpected. Right in front of him, he could see multiple gun turrets all pointing to him and detecting him as a threat. No doubt it was Hector that set them up and preventing him from stopping the former pupil. LM looked at all of them and sighed in annoyance.

LM: "It's one thing I hate more then drones, it these God Damn turrets."

All of them soon started to fire as bullets came out. But the rebel managed to stop them all with both hands before having multiple holes in his body. Motioning his hands as guns, he pulled the imaginary trigger and the bullets flew back, destroying all of them and clearing a path. Quickly he ran forward and passed a damaged store. But as he was passing it, the door exploded and pushed him forward, hitting on the aquarium like glass and was out of it. Shaking off the after affect, he turned to see what happened. That's when he saw a rocket turret that was placed behind the door of a shuttered store and figured that it was too easy.

LM: "How many things does this guy have?!"

The rocket turret targeted him and fired a rocket towards him. He soon used his hand to grab hold of the rocket in the air and turned it against it, firing back at it. With that out of the way, he hurried to the middle of the area where the rest of the sculpture was sticking out in the middle. He soon started to look around, wondering where Hector went. All he could get is the clue he left… Feeling lucky tonight. Checking around, he noticed a certain place that caught his eyes. In front of him there's a front that has tombs as pillars and Anubis dogs near the entrance with the walls filled with Egyptian hieroglyphics. Over the door, there's a sign that's lit with yellow neon in the shape of a bird of some kind with a title that says, 'Pharaoh's Fortune Casino'. Seeing the façade, he smirked and found his guy.

LM: "Pharaoh's Fortune, huh? Looks like I hit the jackpot."

He soon headed to the casino and was about to enter. But before he could do that, he heard the sound of motors and noticed two openings on the floor. That is when he saw the flamethrower turrets coming up and targeting him. Backing away, he could tell that Hector set that up as well.

LM: "Oh, c'mon! Does this guy have a lot of time in his hands or what?"

They soon started to spew out fire, hoping to burn him alive. He quickly jumped back and somersaulted backwards to avoid the line of flames approaching him. Getting into a good enough distance, he surveyed the situation and had to think of a way to get past them.

LM: "Great… Now I have to find a way in getting through those things. I can always hack them, but I need to save up my darts incase Hector has more of them things inside. Maybe if I could jump over them or something…"

He soon heard the sound of beeping and turned to see another dilapidated shop that was worse for wares. Just then, an explosion burst the doors opened and the rebel had to cover his eyes from the blast and dust. The moment things started to clear up, he saw more drones coming out, this time they are of the bullet and rocket variety. He blinked and groaned with more annoyance.

LM: "And of course Hector has more of those things lying around. What was I expecting?!"

He soon started to turn and run to escape them as they started to pursue him. The regular drones started to fire bullets at him, hoping to take him out. LM focused and dodged each bullet in slow time, running and jumping off walls in quick succession. Yet they still fire as they are tracing the blue liquid on him with fireflies buzzing around him. He kept on running, trying to get the gunk off of him, but it was struck there pretty good.

LM: "C'mon, c'mon. Get off me already! Sheesh, these plasmids are sure durable. Where's a Laundromat when you need one?"

Of course, he was easily distracted as he hit something metal and fell back. He nearly got knocked out and rubbed the front of his face, feeling the pain.

LM: "Ow… Fucking hell… What hit me?"

He looked up to see what blocked his path. What he saw was a burly creature with a huge air tank. Turning around, he soon realized that it was a Bouncer Big Daddy with its drill spinning and the portholes glowing yellow as a threat. Seeing it, he slowly backed away and tries to calm him down.

LM: "Whoa! Easy there big guy. I'm not looking for a rematch. Just needed to get away from those insane drones."

He soon heard the beeping coming from behind and turned to see the drones approaching him with the rocket ones in the front about to fire.

LM: "Oh crap!"

He soon jumped back up and rolled out of the way, avoiding the rocket fire. But while those projectiles missed him, it hit the one thing that stopped him, the Big Daddy. The rockets hit the Bouncer and exploded, causing it to back up. When the smoke cleared, its portholes started to glow crimson red and labeled the drones as a complete threat. With a roar, it charged in and plowed through the drones, with a few destroyed from the impact. The rest were damaged as they decided to focus their fire on the Daddy, shooting everything they have in their disposal. The bullets pinged his armor with a few spots steaming, but the Big Daddy won't go down without a fight. Roaring, it swing its spinning drill around, trying to swat them like a bunch of flies. LM watched on and realized he created a distraction without noticing it. Dusting himself off, he could tell that it was somewhat successful.

LM: "Huh… That worked… Kind of… Better get going to the casino and find Hector. Let's hope that the Big Daddy keep those Drones busy."

He soon started to leave the area and return to the Casino while the Big Daddy was preoccupied with the drones. Returning to the Casino entrance, he could still see the flamethrowers still armed and keeping watch. Looking at them, he head to figure out a way in getting past them.

LM: "Okay… How do I get past these guys? Don't want to waste my hacking darts if Hector has something big behind that door. And I can't get near, otherwise I'll be as good as BBQed. Not that easy too with this junk on me."

That's when he came up with a plan after remembering that Security Bulls Eye Plasmid.

LM: "Hmm… Hector said that when this liquid is attached to someone, security will follow it."

He soon turned to a mannequin that was discarded and left unattended. With a smirk, he knows what to do.

LM: "And I know a sure fire way in getting their attention."

Meanwhile, the flame turrets scanned the area and was searching for the intruder. But then, they caught something streaking by in a blue glow and caught its attention. Turning to see the trench coat, they thought it was the Titan. So they fired their flames to them and was going to burn him as he remain still. But when they stopped, they noticed that it wasn't the rebel. It was just a mannequin with his trench coat on. The two looked at it and wondered where the real threat was. That was when they heard the voice from behind.

LM: "Excuse me."

The two heard that and turned to the opposite end. That's when they saw LM standing there with his Tommy gun armed with armor piercing bullets.

LM: "Wrong target…"

He soon pulled the trigger and fired a full drum on them. The two had little time to react as they were torn apart by the armor piercing bullets. Once they were destroyed, the rebel approached the mannequin and took the coat off of it. Checking for any damage, he smirked and noticed nothing destroyed, but was smoking a little.

LM: "Thank goodness for flame proof leather. Too bad that blue stuff is still on it."

Putting his coat back on, he reloaded his Tommy gun with another drum of armor piercing bullets.

LM: "Oh well… Better get into that Casino and take care of Hector. Maybe he knows how to get this shit off me before I kill him."

Turning to the entrance, he took a deep breath and approached the doorway. Slowly the two doors opened up for him to step through. When he entered, he was surprised at what he was seeing. This place is like an actual Casino, filled with rows of slot machines, roulette tables, poker tables, blackjack tables, and many other ways in gambling. There was also a second floor with a double stairway that split up with a statue face of King Tut on the wall. There were also a cash in counter on one side while on the other stage for dancers and entertainment. He can still see hieroglyphics and the walls and pillars that looked like tomb cats. But looking on, he could tell that the place looked really damaged. Few of the slots on the ground with a few bodies crushed by them. There was blood and bodies in the cash in section, meaning that there was a shootout in the place to get more money. And the tables were broken and slanted, like a brawl happened. Seeing all this, he could tell that things went bad in this casino.

LM: "Wow… Looks like this establishment went All Out. Still, no sign of Hector… How the hell am I going to find him?"

Looking around, he noticed a cashier counter and another sign that was glowing with a cocktail that reads, 'Cocktail Lounge: Second Floor'. Seeing that, he remembered Hector's drinking habit and face palmed himself.

LM: "Of course… The cocktail lounge… Forgot about that. Says it's in the second floor. Better head on up that and put an end to this."

As soon as he said that, he heard Hector's distorted voice on the second floor, yelling like a mad man.

Hector Rodriguez: "You're Still ALIVE!? I thought my friends disposed of you! How-? Nevermind! You got lucky back there. This time though, you won't survive!"

LM heard his disgruntled voice and figured that he's upset. Heading into the Casino area, he decided to call him out.

LM: "Hector! Enough games! Come on out and we'll talk. I don't like to be being chased by your nosey little friends. Just tell me how to get this Plasmid off of me this instant and maybe I'll spare your life."

He waited for a response, only to get a maniacal laugh from him.

"You want to know how to get the Security Bulls eye off of ya? Ha! FAT CHANCE!" *hiccup* "The only way you can get it off of ya, is to kill me! Didn't think of that, did ya?"

LM heard that and figured that was gong to be a problem.

LM: "Oh… I've been thinking about it. But I was kind of hoping that this shit washes off. These clothes aren't easy to clean, let me tell ya."

He was soon in the middle of the room as Hector decided to end this little talk.

Hector Rodriguez: "Well, too bad! Looks like you have no choice but to kill me. And I won't let you get a chance in doing so! Go get him, boys! Get him out of this establishment and into the grave!"

Soon enough, a spot light appeared and cast down on the stage. LM turned to see the spotlight and wondered what was going to show on that stage. When the curtain rose up, he could see not showgirls, but a few dozen security drones and turrets all neatly lines up. Seeing this, he immediately found out that this was Hector's little trap.

LM: "Okay! That's so uncalled for!"

The drones soon flew towards the rebel and caught his glowing body. The first wave are the regular drones as they fired their bullets. LM quickly wan away as the tiny projectiles barely hit him. But he was in an enclosed space with the slot machines and in need of some breathing room. So he quickly used one leg after another to climb jump on the slots before getting on top and did a turn. He soon fired back and took down a few as they fall to the ground and exploded. But there were more as he turned back around and ran on top of the slot machines. He soon started to run out of space and needs to find cover. He noticed a poker table and decided to use it. Jumping off the edge of the last slot, he did a flip in the air and landed on the edge of the table. He soon drop kicked it down and the table launched itself with cards and chips scattered about. The table soon stood up and was used as cover as the rebel hid behind it. The drones has approach the table and shoot at it. The cover he made protected the rebel, but it would be a matter of time before the table breaks completely. Digging into his pockets, he took out a few auto hack darks and armed his hack tool.

LM: "Looks like I have to handle it the smart way. Better make them count."

He got one of the darts into his tool and waited for the right moment to attack. As he was loading it up, the table was about to break and couldn't take this much assault. Once he finish loading them up, he got out of cover the same time the table bust in splinters. Slowing down time, he took aim at the first drone and fired a shot at it. With a quick reload, he fired the second dart on the second drone. Then he proceeded with the third one. Once he got all three, time resumed and he rolled to the side to see his work. All three drones soon got hacked and became friendly, turning and taking out the hostile ones. Seeing the shootout between the two, he sighed and had to get back on his target.

LM: "That takes care of them. Now for Hector."

He soon heard a few more beeps from behind and turned to see three precision bots behind him.

LM: "And even more bots. How many did he put in his possession?"

They all soon fired their lasers at him, wanting to cut him up. He soon jumped back and avoided each shot. Landing on the other end and into the rows of slot machines, he soon turned his body and did a back heel kick to knock the slot machine off the floor and towards the drones. The two flew away but one of them got hit squarely in the middle and was crushed by it. Getting his machine gun out, he came out of the spot and started to fire his armor piercing bullets at them. The two started to scatter and flew away from the onslaught. Once they were away, he decided to go into a sniping maneuver. Getting his pistol out, he started to aim at the one precision bot getting away, aiming on the propellers. Pulling the trigger, he fired an armor-piecing bullet right at it. The bullet soon hit the base of the propeller and it detached and flew up to the ceiling. At the same time, the body fall to the floor and short circuited before blowing up. He soon proceeded in getting the last bot to take it down. But turning around, he could see that the precision drone returned and went back to fighting. It soon fired the laser right at him, going right for the head. LM quickly ducked downwards and avoided it, only to have the tips of his hair sizzled. Feeling that, he started to get a little angry about that incident.

LM: "Oh, Hell no! I won't let you get away with ruining my hair!"

He soon got his pistol out and fired a full clip on the drone, destroying it completely. The drone to torn up and started to fall and explode on the ground. LM sighed and felt his hair one more time, hoping that it would grow back.

LM: "Oh man… And I work so hard in keeping my hair nice. I just hope that grows back."

Course, he was distracting himself as he heard the sound of a rocket coming down towards him. It hit him from behind and pushed him down to the floor. He felt a little off and shook off the attack. Turning his body back to the floor, he saw the rocket drone hovering overhead and gave him a warning shot. Now it's about to legit fire on him. Looking on, he figured that it wasn't over yet.

LM: "And now I have more of them coming."

He soon noticed more rocket drones surrounding him and sighed to himself.

LM: "Emphasis on more."

He soon did a leg jump and took off with his arms, immediately making a mad dash. At the same time, the rockets fired on the spot and missed him completely. The group soon saw him leave and went after him. LM quickly got through the rows of slot machines and looking for a way to take the next wave out. He soon noticed the sentry turrets still on stage and thought of a way to handle what's behind him. He started to reload his hack tool with an auto hack dart with many more in his hand. Getting close, the turrets, both rocket and bullet variety, targeted him and fired right at him. Seeing this, he went on focusing and jumping, somersaulting in a corkscrew and while avoiding the many bullets in the process. Going over the group, he pointed his hack tool down to them and fired all five darts at all five turrets, with one quick reload after another. Landing on the stage, he got his Tommy gun pointed to the drones and the five turrets got hacked and pointed up to the drones. LM loaded up his weapon and was ready for an assault.

LM: "Now the odds are against you lot."

He pulled the trigger and fired his rounds while the turrets fired the bullets and rockets. The drones were overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught and didn't have time to react to that. So overwhelmed that they were easily destroyed in a few seconds. The moment they are down, LM laughed and was pleased with his work, thanking his hacked comrades on the help.

LM: "Thanks for the assist!"

Jumping off the stage, he headed to the steps and was about to reach the first set. But then, three more rocket turrets rose up from the floor and took aim right at him. The rebel was getting pissed and is getting tired of all these games.

LM: "I'm really, really, getting sick and tired of these things!"

The rockets soon started to fire and were going to blow him up on the spot. The Titan quickly jumped up high in the air and did one quick spin to avoid getting hit. The rockets hit the spot he was on and left behind a smoldering spot. Landing on the slot machines, he got into a stance and was ready to take them all on in one go. The rockets started to take aim at him and fired another shot. All four rockets headed straight to the rebel and were going to blow him up. But with two hands, he managed to stop them all and they were floating in mid air. Knowing that they would begin firing again, he used his hands as pistols and the rockets turned to them. And with a quick pull, they were all fired back and flew towards the turrets. All the rockets managed to blow up on contact and were left in a million pieces. With them all gone, the rebel took a breather and hope that it was all over.

LM: "Please tell me that that's the last of them. I don't want to face these things anymore."

Jumping off the slot machines, he rushed up the stairs and headed to the second floor. But he slowed down, knowing that there would be another trap coming. So he got his pistol out and loaded it with the anti personnel round to get a good enough shot in the head. Slowly walking up, he looked around to find Hector. But when he did that, he was amazed at what he's seeing. The second floor is like a lounge for those that didn't feel like gambling. There were tables for drinks and smoking, with a bar in one corner of the room. And down at the end, there are three sets of pool tables with cue balls and sticks to play around. He could even see the place decorated with Egyptian attire with hieroglyphics on the walls, pillars with different mythical animal heads, chandeliers that is comprised of female Egyptians, and hand made tombs for lights on the pool tables. Course he could see it as worse for wares as the first floor. Tables broken, pool tables splattered in blood, lights flickering, and the glass ceiling leaking seawater. But even after all of this, there was no sign of Hector.

LM: "Okay Hector… Where you at?"

He slowly approached the top of the steps and was searching around, but he didn't see him anywhere, not even in the bar. But then he noticed something in the middle of the pool table and decided to investigate it. As he headed down to the pool table, someone was watching from the chandelier. Once LM reached the table, he noticed a lot of liquor bottles, half empty, half full. Seeing this, he could tell that Hector was there.

LM: "Looks like he's around. He wouldn't leave all these bottles behind without drinking them all. Now, where would he go?"

As he was looking around, he could feel something wasn't right. The was all the bottles were set up, it's almost like they were placed there for a reason. Almost like it was a…

LM: "Damn… I should've guessed it was a trap."

He soon heard a shot and tilt his head down to the side to avoid it by inches. That bullet hit one of the bottles and it shattered completely. Seeing the pieces of that bottle, he figured this was suppose to be Hector posing as a sniper. He soon slowly turn around and figured where he was at, looking up.

LM: "Nice shot… But not enough…"

Looking up, he could see Hector standing on the chandelier with an elephant gun in his hands. He could tell that he missed, even if it means he had a good shot."

Hector Rodriguez: "What?! No! I missed?! How did I miss?! I never miss!"

LM soon got his shotgun out and cocked it ready to fight.

LM: "It's over, Hector. Come on down here and maybe he can talk this out. Unless of course you consider in committing suicide at that height."

Hector wouldn't want to surrender and get killed, he got his hand out and the glowing blue ball was pulsing in his hand.

Hector Rodriguez: "No! No, no, no, no, no! I'm not going to have Cohen get the best of me. I won't die by his hands, nor yours!"

He soon started to squeeze the ball as more beeps came from above. That's when LM saw the group of tazer bots coming down and surround his third target. He soon pointed his gun to the rebel and was ready for a serious fight.

Hector Rodriguez: "You want me? You have to come and get me! Zap him boys! Make sure he squirms before I dealt the killing blow!"

The bots responded and flew towards the rebel. He looked to the drones and noticed what the plan is. Those bots will zap him with enough electricity that he would be immobile. Which would mean that Hector will have one shot in taking him out when they electrocute him. Knowing the situation, he had to be one step ahead while taking out the first opposition.

LM: "Clever, Hector… Real fucking clever…"

He soon got his shotgun cocked and ready and pointed at the first closest drone. Firing the first shot, he sentry got shot down and broke apart. He soon pointed to the second drone and shot it down as well. Then the third one. But as he was about to get the rest, one of them got too close and nearly electrocute him. He side stepped out of the way and avoided the electric shot. He soon saw more of them swarming him and were going to shock him. Knowing this, he decided to fallback and run to the dinning area. The drones soon followed and tried to shock him. The rebel managed to avoid each shot as he jumped on the table and then the next one, knocking down candle stands, and shattered cups. Hector looked at this and was somewhat impressed by it.

Hector Rodriguez: "Not bad… Boring, but not bad. Let's livin' up the entertainment here."

Getting his elephant gun up, he aimed at him and fired right at the rebel. Thankfully, he jumped right out of the way and a hole was left where he stood. LM felt that and looked up to see Hector standing there with his gun pointing right at his head.

Hector Rodriguez: "Hold still, God Damn It!"

He pulled the trigger again and fired another shot. LM quickly jumped back and avoided it, letting the bullet create a hole in the table. Now, the rebel must avoid and jump on each table, like he's Chris Brown in the VMA's. Dodging lightning bolts and bullets, he realized that he must find cover before he gets too overwhelmed. Looking back at the bar counter, he decided to take it and jump up to it, going over the counter top and hiding behind him. Hector noticed it and told him to get out.

Hector Rodriguez: "Hey! Where do you think you're going?! Come on out of there! No one touches those bottles, BUT ME!"

He soon pointed his rife down to the bar and fired. At the same time, LM kept his head down and the bullet whizzed on by and flew over him. That bullet hit a vodka bottle and shattered into a million pieces with the liquor pouring down to the floor. Rodriguez saw his action and was completely irate.

Hector Rodriguez: "Argh! Now look at what you made me do! Come on out and get shot like a wounded rabid dog! I won't let you harm any of my drinks."

LM head this and remembered something. Back at Sinclair Spirits, he noticed a tonic at the bar with all those bottles labeled Booze Hound. He knows that taking that, the person can refill his plasmid by drinking enough alcohol. And in Hector's case, he drank so much that he is, and this is a joke Beast Boy likes to make, drunk with power. But if he removes that power, LM might stand a chance. And the only way to do that is destroy the one thing he likes the most. With a smirk on his face, he knows what to do.

LM: "Looks like it's prohibition time…"

Getting two pistols out, and spin them around and was ready to initiate his plan. He soon got out of cover and duel shot any drones that was flying around him. That got their attention as they turned to him and fired electricity to him. He quickly jumped over the counter and rolled under the table to avoid the shots. All the lightning soon hit the bottles in the bar and they soon started to bubble. One by one, they all exploded and sent glass and alcohol flying. Hector looked at it and was irate.

Hector Rodriguez: "NO! My precious booze! You'll pay for that!"

He reloaded two shells in his elephant gun and was ready to kill him for real. At the same time, the drones surround the table and was waiting for the rebel to come out. After a while, he managed to get out of it, but not the way anyone would expected. With one kick, he lifted the table off the ground with his legs and let it flew high, catching the drones by surprise. Hector saw it as well and didn't expect it from happening either.

Hector Rodriguez: "What the-!"

LM soon rolled to the next table and kicked that one off with his legs. And then another one. And another one. And another. Soon enough, tables are starting to fly in the air and caught the target and drones in a loop. Looking on, he could see that this was merely a distraction.

Hector Rodriguez: "Seriously?! You think this little trick of yours can stop me. I might be drunk, but I'm not stupid!" *hiccup* "Now where are you? Come on out! I'll put a hole in your head so big that you might have a third eye."

As soon as he asked that, he heard the voice from below as it started to whistle.

LM: "You-hoo! Rodriguez! Looking for someone?"

Hearing that, he looked down and saw the rebel standing there with his arms crossed.

LM: "Well…? What are you waiting for. You want to shoot me? Shoot me!"

Rodriguez saw him standing there and not moving at all. He smirked and reloaded as the drones joined him and were charging up to zap him.

Hector Rodriguez: "Hmph… You must be very brave, or very stupid. Either way, this is the worse thing you've ever done in your life. Now hold still so I can pop your head! Boys! Made sure he stands there and doesn't escape."

The drones charged up and was about to fire on him followed by Hector firing his elephant gun. The rebel Titan looked at the many projectiles and smirked to himself. Quickly, he focused and time begins to slow down. That's when he bended back and wailed his arms around, avoiding one shot after another. All the lightning bolts and bullets missed him, but they all hit the one thing that was on the middle pool table. The liquor bottles. They were all hit on contact and they break and shattered to the point where there was none with liquor all over the floor. When time resumed, the former Cohen disciple saw what he did and immediately snapped.

Hector Rodriguez: "No! What have you done! My booze! MY BOOZE! I'm going to blow your head off so bad that even Hitler thinks I might have taken it too far!"

He reloaded and started to fire on the rebel with the intent to kill. LM soon got his hands on the floor lighted his feet up to go upside down. Then he launched off the floor with his hands and flew in the air. At the same time, Hector misses as the shot hit the spot LM was on. While in the air, five auto hack darts came out of his trench coat and was floating in the air. While focusing, he grabbed them all and place one of them into his hack tool.

LM: "Time to turn the tables…"

Flipping in the right position, he started to aim at the first security bot and fired his dart. He then proceeded to grab another dart and placed it in his tool in slow motion. He soon started to aim it at the second bot and fired at it. He then proceeded in getting the other three with the remaining darts he has left. Once he was done, he landed on the pool table with glass and spilt liquid. He looking up, he saw the drones turning on Hector and flew up and surround him. He looked at all of them and didn't know what's going on.

Hector Rodriguez: "Hey! What the fuck are you doing? Get him, not me! Wait a minute!"

But as he said that, all the drones fired on him and electrocutes him, giving him quite a shock with his body convulsing. Seeing him wounded, LM got the opportunity. Betting both pistols out, he targeted something that wasn't Hector, but instead the chains that is keeping the chandelier up. With two shots, the armor piercing bullets reached the chains and connected, snapping completely. That in turn lead to Hector falling and screaming down to the first floor. He could hear the crash and knew that it was all over.

LM: "Huh… That was easy. Let's get this picture and be done with it."

He started to take his camera out and jumped off the pool table, approaching the end of the balcony. He believes that if the body is down there, it would be a good enough view to take that picture and adding to Cohen's opus. But as he was about to take the picture he noticed something off. He could see the shattered chandelier with pieces of the Egyptian women. But he didn't see Hector anywhere, no body, no blood, nothing.

LM: "What…? That's strange… The fall would've killed him in this height. Yet he somehow survived? Doesn't make any sense…"

He soon heard explosions from below and jumped down to see the whole thing. When he got down, the drones started to follow and surround him for protection. Looking around, he started to notice that all of the drone and turrets he controlled were already destroyed. Seeing the mess, he started put the pieces together.

LM: "Yep… He definitely survived. This is going to get difficult. Now where could this bastard be?"

As soon as he asked himself about it, he heard a gunfire and one of his drones was shot, coming down in one hit. He soon got his head down and the security drones were in high alert. Just then, another shot came out of the blue and hit another security drone, taking it down easily. LM felt that and realized where the target is.

LM: "Guess that answers my question!"

He soon heard the voice of Hector getting even more angrier.

Hector Rodriguez: "You fucking piece of shit! You destroyed my booze! You hack my boys! I'm going to fucking kill you for that!"

He soon heard another shot and immediately took out the remainder of the drones one by one. Quickly, the rebel ran to safety and hid behind one of the slot machines. Getting his shotgun out, he loaded clip of electric bucks and cocked it ready to fight. Breathing, he decided to talk him out to find his position.

LM: "Hector? I know you're around. Come on out and maybe we can talk."

He could hear Hector and he was really pissed.

Hector Rodriguez: "Talk? You want to fucking talk?!"

He soon heard that shot and a hole came out of the slot machine next to him and spewed out coins. LM turned to see that shot and was glad he wasn't hiding behind that one. But that doesn't mean that he would be lucky this time. Hector continued to rant to the rebel about his client.

Hector Rodriguez: "Cohen is a fucking thief! I work hard on my craft and he takes all the fucking credit! And now he brings you to take my fucking life"

Another shot and another hole at the slot machine on his right side. LM turned and knew that it will be a matter of time before he gets shot.

Hector Rodriguez: "I won't be silent! And I won't be treated like some garbage you would throw out! I am a man with a dream! And Cohen took it from me because of his inflated ego. He doesn't deserve it! He never does. I'm going to kill him! And I'm going to kill you!"

Quickly, he ducked his head down and started to sit as a huge hole came out after the shot and burst the slot machine opened, spilling change on top of him. He sighed in relief and was glad that he got himself out of that one.

LM: "Phew… That was close. I though for sure that I was going to get a little headless there. I have to find in and depose of him now. But I can't with him hiding. That's got to be a way in finding him and ending it now."

As he was looking, he looked down at all the gold coins for gambling. Seeing this, he came up with a full proof plan. Grabbing a handful of coins, threw them up in the air and begins to focus. Once time started to slow, he looked at each coin to see if Hector is located someplace. Looking through each coin, he spotted something in one of them. When it flipped to the R symbol of Rapture, he could see Hector's image hanging on a chandelier with the lights out, making it hard to see, but easy to take out. That's where he was. Getting his shotgun ready, he decided to coax him out before attacking.

LM: "You wish to kill me? Well you better catch me first!"

Hector heard enough and decided to end it now while he still has a chance.

Hector Rodriguez: "Shut up!"

He started to take a bunch of shots and hoping that he would kill him. LM quickly made a mad dash while the blast missed him and immediately destroyed the lower portion of the slot machine he was hiding. He soon took two shells and fired another, and another, and another. Each shot he missed as he was he was doing some dismantling of the slots. LM managed to avoid each of these shots and had to get to the proper clearing of where Hector was hiding. When he did, he jumped at the edge and pointed his shotgun to that chandelier, slowing down time in the process. Seeing the dark silhouette of Rodriguez, he pulled the trigger and fired one buck with pellets coming out, all sparking with electricity. The moment it hit the chandelier, it started to spark and turn on and off. Hector felt that and was sparking electricity. He soon started to fall off the chandelier and landed on the floor back first. He groaned and was in pain as LM stood back up and slowly approached the wounded target, ready to take him down.

LM: "Look, Hector, I understand what you're going through. Working hard on your talent and someone takes it from you and make it his own, not right. But Cohen wants me to kill you and take a picture of your dead body to be immortalized in his latest work. So why don't we make it easy for the two of us and lay there and die."

Hector turned over and coughed a little followed by a few hiccups. But as he did that, he secretly opened his hand up and the glowing blue puss started to appear. He squeezed it a couple of times and was ready to pull one last hurrah. Looking back, he smirked and gave a low chuckle. The Titan heard his chuckle and was curious about it, not realizing what he was planning.

LM: "What's so funny?"

Hector snickered a little before telling him the same.

Hector Rodriguez: "You first, you fuck…"

LM heard that and wondered what he meant by that. That's when he heard beeping from behind him and lowered his shotgun in a deep sigh. Behind him, there were a small group of security, military, and precision bots hovering behind him, targeting him for the kill. Hearing those beeps, he knew that he forgot something.

LM: "Of course… Hector still has some power left in his Security Bulls eye Plasmid and can summon a few more to hold me back. Damn it, I'm such an idiot."

Almost instantly, they started to fire, hoping to wipe him away. Quickly, he sidestepped out of the way and avoided all the projectiles in one spot. With a quick pivot, he pointed his shotgun up and pumped more electric shells at the group, taking down a few in the process. Running below them, he ran away and was looking for a way in taking out the rest. Meanwhile, the drones turned to him running and went after him and continued to fire right at him. The rebel managed to avoid the shots, but he needs to take them all down and keep them off his back. That's when he saw the roulette table in front of him with a huge spinner behind the table. Seeing that, he knows on what to do. Jumping up on the table, he pulled the wheel off the stand and with a quick twist, spinning it like a Frisbee. The drones saw it coming and scattered, splitting up and avoiding the Frisbee throw. That gave the rebel an opportunity in striking back and pointed his shotgun at the nearest drone, shooting it down. He managed to take a few more out with a couple left still standing, or flying. He was about to take the rest down, but when he pulled the trigger, nothing came out. Looking at the clip, he noticed that he has no electric bucks and cussed himself.

LM: "Shit! Not good."

He soon detached the empty clip and took out a fresh clip of bucks. But as he was about to reload, he heard beeping from close by and looked up to see two military drones approaching him with their rockets loaded and ready to fire. Blinking, he knew that he's in deep shit.

LM: "Definitely, not good."

Looking around, he has the only spot to get out of this. The split in the stairway where the King Tut head is located. He soon started to throw a clip in the air to the spot and ran up to it. Jumping high, he focused as the rockets started to fire. In slow motion, the rockets hit the roulette table as splinters of wood and chips flew out in many directions around the blast. Looking up, he could see the clip in the air and has to get it. But it was a bit high of reach it was impossible to grab it by the hand. So he used the alternate to grab the clip. Flipping the shotgun to the side, he tossed it and let it fly in the air. The shotgun started spin and slowly reached for the clip. As it was upside down, the clip went to the slot and snapped ready to reload. Seeing that, he was ready to grab it while the drones went after him in slow mo. Landing on the divider of the stairs, he rolled and got up on one knee. With his hand reached out high, he grabbed the shotgun and stood up to turn to the drones. Taking aim, he pulled the trigger and fired the shells at the drones that were clustered together. The group didn't have time to avoid as they were shot and blew up in the air. Just then, more drones surround him and were ready to finish him off. LM looked to the opposition and smirked, knowing that he got this handled. Cocking it ready, he started to shoot while spinning in the circle, focusing to make the precise aim. One by one, each of the drones were shot down and electric pellets short-circuiting them. Once he was done spinning in a circle, he stopped and did a victorious pose, feeling successful. At the same time, the drones exploded as pieces started to fall to the ground. Looking back to survey the damage, he felt successful at his work.

LM: "Oh yeah! Now we're talking! Who's next!? Who wants a piece of me!? I can take you all on!"

As he was getting cocky, someone was slowly starting to approach him and was about ready to attack while he's distracted. Getting his gun up as a bat, he got close enough to whack him and hit him in the back of his head. The rebel felt that and stumbled, nearly getting knocked out. Feeling woozy, he turned on his back and wondered what hit him. That's when the double barrels of the elephant gun was pointed to his face with Hector looked down to him and smiling behind his bird mask.

Hector Rodriguez: "What did you ask me? That I would have to catch you first before I can kill you? Well, I caught you. Now I'm going to kill you."

The Titan looked up to him and could tell that he's in a lot more trouble then expected. But as things started to look a little grim, he could hear a low hum and stomps coming from outside the casino. Realizing what it is, he smirked and knew what it meant. Hector though didn't realize it as he started to say one more thing before pulling the trigger.

Hector Rodriguez: "Last words…"

The rebel looked up to him and couldn't help but to smirk.

LM: "Yeah… I'm sure you remembered about those little traps you placed outside. Well, I think you sort of angered a big guy."

Hector heard that and was a little confused about it.

Hector Rodriguez: "Big guy? What are you talking about?"

That's when he heard a roar loud enough to shake the casino off its foundation. He heard that and turned to the sound of the roar, knowing it came from the entrance. Just then, the doors suddenly burst open and two sentry bots fall and were broken apart. One of them is struggling with the propellers twitching and the beeping becoming less frantic. Just then, a huge metal foot started to stomp on the bot and was completely crushed. It was then that Hector realized that the big guy is the Big Daddy. It roared with its portholes growing red and its drill was spinning violently. LM laughed it off and told him what happened.

LM: "While you were busy drinking your life away, I was surviving your well placed traps. One of those traps, those two bots it crushed, try to chase me out. I sort of run into the Big Daddy and trying not to get involved. Course when your droids tried to attack me, I got out of the way and they hit it. And he was really pissed. And from what I could tell, it's hunting for the person who sent those drones. And take a wild guess on who sent those drones. Hmm… Is it you? If it's so, then I'm afraid it sucks to be you."

Hector looked back and forth between his killer and the metal monster, knowing he's between a rock and a hard place. With little options, he focused on the Big Daddy, hoping to take him out now before it's too late. He used one hand to hold his elephant gun while activating his Security Bulls eye with the other. But as he squeezed it, he didn't feel anything. He tried again, still nothing. Looking to his hand, he noticed it's normal and not pulsing in blue. Seeing this he deduced that he has no more Eve, preferably because he doesn't have any alcohol with him.

Hector Rodriguez: "What? No! My Plasmid! I don't have it! This is all your fault! You destroyed all those bottles! Without my booze, I am powerless!"

He turned to the rebel and glared right at him. LM just shrugged it off and told him why he did that.

LM: "Well… You did have a drinking problem. I had to get you out of it. Besides, do you know how many people die from overdrinking?"

Hector groaned and decided to focus on the Big Daddy anyways.

Hector Rodriguez: "Fuck it! I'll still kill that bitch!"

He soon pointed his elephant gun to the Bouncer just so he can get a good enough shot. The Big Daddy roared right at the him and started to bull charge it. He smashed through the slot machines and was getting closer to Hector. Looking at this, he has an opening. With his trigger finger steady, he was going to make the shot. But LM knew that he was easily distracted and decided to keep him off his game. Looking below his belt, he went on ahead and kicked the splicer right in the balls. Hector felt that and screamed in agony. He soon rolled out of the way to make sure he doesn't get in the way the Big Daddy's attack. Hector held on his balls and was in complete pain. He soon saw the Bouncer breaking through the last row of slot machines and was about ready to assault him. Hector starred at his own death and realized that he won't be able to survive this.

Hector Rodriguez: "Shit…"

Pretty soon, the Big Daddy winded his drill back and whacked him to the King Tut face. He was soon pushed back and hit the nose of Tut hard and nearly slumped. He shook it off and was going to recover. But he soon saw the Big Daddy rushing towards him and was ready to rip him apart. Panicking, he quickly got his elephant gun out and fired a quick shot at it. He managed to connected, but only putting a dent on the helmet and nothing more. With the drill spinning, the Bouncer impaled him by the stomach twisted his guts out. He screamed in pain as it was becoming the most anguish of pain. LM managed to get up and watched as Hector was getting killed by this Big Daddy. Seeing this, he found the perfect picture and knew what to do.

LM: "Okay… Now that's a Kodak moment."

He soon took out his camera and aimed it right at the moment. Hitting the button, he took that picture and it's now immortalize. Taking the photo out of the camera, he looked at Hector's demise and was pleased with it.

LM: "Hmm… Not bad. I got to take the picture of Hector's death and I didn't do anything. Makes it easy for me."

He soon looked at himself and notice the glowing blue gunk slowly fade and the fireflies disappeared. Seeing this, he was glad that was taken care of.

LM: "Not to mention that the Bulls eye shit is off of me. Last thing I want is more of those security drones chasing after me."

Looking back at the Big Daddy still wrecking the body of Hector on the King Tut face. Knowing how pissed it is, he decided to make his leave now.

LM: "And while I would enjoy Hector's slow death torture, I have a job to do. Better get this picture back to the Atrium and place is on Cohen's masterpiece. After the last two, I hope the next ones aren't that tough. I just really hope that the team is doing a better job than me. Bet they have the situation under control."

He soon walked away from the massacre, hoping that the team is okay without him. Course, the Titans are having their own problems to deal with.

That will do it for chapter twenty-three of BioTitans. Now I start to wonder on how to handle two of Cohen's former disciples? With both Hector and Silas, the only thing that do is throw Molotov cocktails and grenades while running away or attacking. Not much of a threat when that's all they have to do. So I decided to mix it up a bit and give them different traits. For Hector, giving his nature and drunken state, uses drones and Security Bulls eye to protect himself. For Silas… Well, you need to wait and see what I can do with him. Until then, the next chapter would be about the Titans surviving the Farmer's Market and stopping Danny Wilkins in order to escape. Can they find him and make their way back to Arcadia in time. Or will their fate be sealed and the loose their breathing privileges for good? Wait until you see what I have in store. Please Review. #WherearetheGoodCartoons?