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Simply because I like this chapter, I shall make a chapter that pretty much is a continuation of it.

CHAPTER 13 - THE WIKI

"Finally, you are awake." A robotic voice sounded from the darkness. "Sorry to both of you about the knock on the head, but there have been issues recently. I think you in particular, Justin, know what I am talking about."

Justin started to panic. Who was this unknown talking to them about all of this? How did he know about everything? What was going on? The first question was answered when the volcano exploded a stream of fire upwards. A Technological Terror was illuminated from the darkness, the designation "121.79.199.85." shining out from... Just as suddenly as it appeared, the TT disappeared back into the darkness.

"If you havent guessed already, I have decided, admittedly only about 71% of me decided, that it is time for you to meet some of us." 121 told Justin. "I wont go into details, but I can tell you this - the Stealth Elite and The Wiki are the same side of similar coins. The difference is that while the Stealth Elite are assigned with keeping high-priority or high-risk personell alive, they are simply part of the common military. The Wiki, however..."

Mount Magma exploded again, illuminating a much larger group.

"...Are on another level entirely. The Wiki are an organisation, of which there are some more noteable then others. I, for example, am not actually fully a part of the group, while, for example, Althablade..."

Mount Magma, almost on cue, exploded again, the sillhouette of another figure appearing in the background.

"...Helps manage The Wiki and keep it free from those who would seek to corrupt it."

121 paused for a moment, akin to someone catching their breath.

"Rest assured, while there have been issues in the past, The Wiki remains operational. We have data on nearly everything, ranging from the Camo Bloons from the 4th war-"

"I remember that from a history lesson." Justin said, cutting off 121 mid-sentence.

"- To the ZOMGs. I remember that one such ZOMG almost killed you at one point, from what our Cripple MOAB Squad reported. Now then, back to buisness. I believe I have answered your second question as well."

Justin almost ran away right then, same with Katrina.

"You thought out loud." 121 stated, turning and walking back into the darkness. "It seems my time is up, and you both need to return to your homes. Forgive me, but you will only feel a little prick..."

Two shots sounded, a moment later a tranquiliser syringe stuck out of Justin and Katrina. Justin managed to stay conscious long enough to hear a background remark.

"You went a little overboard with your explanation, 121. Was that really necessary?"

The darkened sillhouette paused for a moment.

"Yes."

Darkness claimed Justin right there and then, so he barely noticed being loaded onto a Spectre, then being flown back to his house, a Ground Zero Carrier flying towards Katrinas own house. He barely felt being placed back in his room, on his bed. He barely heard the Sun Gods imposing steps walk away. When Justin recovered from the tranquiliser, he thought for a moment that he had just woken up from a strange dream, but then noticed the note pinned to the wall by an empty syringe.

"Sorry about the prick."

An arrow right beside the short apology pointed to the syringe.