User blog:Garr9988/Ultimum Exercitatus

Welp, this is it. The final part of the "Double Danger" Arc trilogy. This has been one heck of a ride, for me and, I hope, you. So, get yourselves ready, this one's a doozy.

Chapter 1 - Foolish Pursuit
Scott had flown for quite the distance ever since he obtained Vaspasian's Bisellium, along with Garrett's Red Orb. He had accomplished what he had set out to do. But there was a little problem: Drake. He had come back to the Colosseum, and nearly got caught in the crossfire. That idiot. he thought.

He landed on a roofto. Looking back, he saw that he could barely see the ancient Roman amphitheater in the distance. The adrenaline must have done most of the flying for him. He pulled out a cellphone that one of his men had given him before he got on the plane. Dialing Drake's disposable phone's number, the older man's voice finally answered.

"Scott?" Drake asked.

"What were you thinking?! You could have been killed." Scott said angrily. "I told you not to follow me."

"I'm sorry, Scott. I just saw people running and thought you were in trouble." Drake sighed.

"Where are you right now?" Scott tossed the Red Orb up and down, catching it every time.

"South Dakota. I don't know why, that's just the first place that-" Scott cut Drake off.

"South Dakota? Are you crazy?!" Scott stomped his foot furiously on the ground. "That's where those guys live! Where in South Dakota are you?"

"I don't know. Some small town, I think? Hold on, its day here, I'll find out." Drake paused for a while. Scott, in the mean time, pulled of his jacket for fear of exploding the rooftop below him.

Finally, Drake came back. "A place called Univille."

Scott stayed silent. His nostrils flared, his eyes closed, he set the phone down, flew away, and used his whip to rapidly throw fireballs at the Moon and nearly yell himself hoarse. After he got it out of his system, he returned and picked up the phone. "Leave." Scott said calmly.

"But why?" Drake asked.

"Because that is the very town they live in. If they find you they'll... I don't know, arrest you, or wipe your memory, or turn you into a living statue. I don't know, but nobody but them would like that." Scott brushed his hair back, sat down, and gazed up at the bright full moon. "I just... I don't know. I can't think straight right now. Please, just lay low. I'll get there as fast as I can."

Scott turned off the cellphone, picked his bag back up, lifted up the stone seat, and made his way to the airport to take him back to New Zealand, and then, South Dakota.

Chaoter 2 - Stubborn Resolve
Garrett didn't really know what happened after Scott removed his Element. One minute, he as falling, the next, just black. When he woke up, he was on the ground, surrounded by the other agents. He quickly got up, brushed himself off, and grabbed his Element. He had a killer headache, but he was too angry to care.

"Garrett." Artie said. Garrett ignored him.

"Garrett." Megan said. Garrett ignored her.

"Garrett." Felix said. He turned around.

"What?" Garrett spread his arms. "You wanna tell me that I messed up, again? That I shouldn't have tried to do this alone? That I'm stupid for letting him get away with the Red Orb and bisellium?"

"No." Felix said firmly. "I'm not going to."

"Well why not?!" Garrett yelled. "Its not like you have any reason to apologize. You stabbed me, and the only problem I have is that it didn't kill me. I failed, again, and the problem I have with that is that now Scott is more powerful than ever. Why don't you all just go... fuck yourselves! I can't take this! I'm gonna stop him, alone, even if I die."

Garrett picked up his bag, summoned his wings, and looked back for a short moment. "Maybe that's what I deserve."

Chapter 3 - Meanwhile
... Warehouse 13 ...

"Don't worry, Artie. I've made sure that the Warehouse is locked down. I asked Mrs. Frederic, and she gave me permission to put the shield up. Myka, Pete, and Steve are making sure Scott won't go after the Observatory." Claudia spoke to he Farnsworth while simultaneously pulling up manual defenses within the Warehouse. "I managed to fix the goo pipes, crudely. We'll need a pro to fix those up when this is over. Any luck with the bench?"

"It is a stone bisellium, used by the Roman emperors to see-" Artie began, but was seemingly interrupted by one of the agents with him. "No, Scott got it, and the Red Orb. A powerful, tele- and geokinetic madman who can control everyone around him. I can only assume that he's building an army, although why I'm not sure. Scott was Garrett. Why would he want the Warehouse?"

"He's a kid." Claudia shrugged. "This place is like the ultimate toy store."

"He's mature." Aden said, taking Artie's Farnsworth out of his hands and putting himself on screen. "This is more than him just being young. He has a plan, but I don't know what. How's the Ascendere?"

"All your friends, even Mary, have used their awesomeness to put up magic defenses and super-hard puzzles to defend all of Xibalba. A few are there, but Mary and the rest are here to help defend the Warehouse." Claudia turned her Farnsworth to show Mary next to her, who waved and smiled faintly.

"How are you doing, Mary?" Aden asked.

"I'm fine, so far. You were right, whatever imbalance those Elements of Harmony caused, its pretty powerful. Even the other God-Tiers can feel it. Don't worry about us, we've got our weapons, and the gooery's production has been lessened just enough for us to use our powers on a limited scale. We're ready."

"See you there." Aden closed the Farnsworth, and so did Claudia.

... Univille ...

Drake wandered the small town of Univille for a few hours. He visited a few stores, stopped in a diner and ordered some food, but he could hardly eat, he was so stressed.

Scott had seemed... angry? No, not angry. Scared? Maybe. Drake sighed, and was about to get up and throw away his meal when an African-American woman with a beehive hairdo and an old business-like suit on, accompanied by a burly man in a suit, sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Mr. Drake Hosfelt, I would like to speak with you for a moment."