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His sponsor set this up. The man was a mystic. Still Sam trusted the man, it might come back to bite him later but he had fought side by side with Rex and came out from the fight untouched... by the fire at least and seeing as Rex controlled the flames it meant he was an ally for now.

”Mind turning down the light?” Sam asked finding Rex in the darkness easy enough. Even without his one eye the heat the flame gave off made it feel like he was staring at the sun. The heat the thing gave off made him turn down his thermal vision. Relying more on his training to fight and track with little light and without the use of most of his powers.

”You usually sneak up on people with that giant ball of fire?” he asked rethorically.

A chill hung in the air around them, far enough away so he could feel their surroundings without feeling the orb of fire next to him. ”You were vague on the phone. Is that a magic thing? Being vague?” he asked knowing his other interactions with mystics were either fighting them, being challenged by them (from a Greek Demi-God) and Afoie who was well... just difficult.

”You don’t mean an actual demon right?” the former assassin asked. A small blade felt heavy at his back itching to be used. Typically Sam would stick to his powers and his skills but too many mystics were getting good at disrupting his powers enough for him to consider brining a ‘side-arm’ and unlike his pal from Texas, Sam wasn’t a fan of using the one with gunpowder.

It was an easy fly in, hard to miss the island now. How many times did he fly over it not realizing it was buried under miles of water? That was the past though and the now was well... ****ed at least with the mystics running all over the New York... and parts of Canada. He still had to share some of that information with the rest of the team. Shin was the only one that was aware of it, but it was a long flight home and they could use a story on the way.

A lot of the team was present now, trainee’s included. There was little reason for Sam to be there other than the fact that he had never been to this island nation. Books on history didn’t exactly peak his interest however if it gave a weapon to use against the mystics he’d suck it up and read for days. The other reason he was there was to make sure the rest of his team got out of Atlantis in one peace. Without Becca’s powers where they used to be Sam felt a desire to make sure everyone would be safe.

>>>"I hope you understand your time on this island is solely being granted because of your service to Atlantis in the past, Rebecca. Let me be clear; Mystics will not be welcome in our borders after you leave."

The air around Sam dropped a few degrees. He had heard about the Queen somewhat, gossip from the transfer students and anything else in the new. She was better than her predecessors but still blunt. He could be blunt too. Becca was family, and Sam didn’t like someone warning his family like that.

Sam hated royalty, he kept his thoughts to himself though. This was a mission after all and they had to keep up diplomatic relations with the queen. Last thing they needed to do was start another international incident. Those made him want to drink.

It wasn’t like the queen asked for his opinion anyways.

Doc’s hands shifted to the point where the shrapnel went through and the light emitting from his hands got brighter possibly revealing the extent of damage that was done. Sam did his best to ignore it. What he couldn’t ignore was Weltgiest.

”He could control me within seconds of having a conversation of him, I’m not the best against psychic suggestion but I’m certainly not the worst. He was calculating. Had an escape route in his office, he isn’t gone. He wouldn’t have blown up his own ship with him on board.” he felt he had a higher purpose. Ragnorok the end of the world. ”He’s the type of guy to have a dozen body doubles and an escape submarine.”

”I meant you think he knows about the “end of days”. I wasn’t asking him to take care of the entire problem. But I’m sure he’d try if you ask nicely. Big guy seems he can deal with a lot.” Sam chuckled. ”and does that mean you are volunteering for the position? Need someone to run the group.”

Sam winced as Doc pressed a little harder into Sam’s leg where the metal went through. Pain meant it was healing. The message was clear though, stop offering to enlist Liz in his shenanigans.

”I can ask Sabine and Mike see if they know the name or the group with the purpose of ending the world.” Sam offered knowing he trusted one far more than the other. Anyone who ran S.U.P.E.R. couldn’t be fully trusted. She was from his world. The one he left behind when he joined the mansion.

Sam didn’t add anything to his defense. Liz said enough and Doc knew of Sam’s luck in situations like this. Though he did add a smirk when she said it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t like he was looking for trouble. Trouble just happened to find him and then drag whoever else with him down.

”Extremists, nut jobs. Whatever you want to call them.” he sighed loudly and then mocked a yawn trying to coax Doc into asking less questions and heal more. It wasn’t that Sam didn’t want to talk to the man it was more he didn’t know what they were dealing with yet and discussing in hypotheticals wasn’t something he liked to dwell on, not until they had more information to go on. No, him and Liz needed to talk about what they had witnessed and start coming up with a file on the group.

”Is that what we are going to call them?” he asked wondering if it was a decided name. It definitely explained what they were after. Maybe he could ask around and see if anyone else had dealings with them. If anything Mike, aka Ranger might have heard of them. They weren’t shy about having armed goons.

”it does lay out their goals.” Sam said nodding in agreement. ”You’re welcome by the way.” he said to Doc who was still eyeing the wound that was steadily vanishing.

“.... Don’t fall into a habit of this Elizabeth.” Doc said before turning to Sam. There was hesitation on the doctors face as he eyed the icemancer. Debating if he should even heal Sam. “You’re just going to go out and break something else anyways aren’t you.” the doctor sighed and walked over to Sam eyeing the spot where he stabbed himself earlier that night first. It was clear Doc knew where to start. This was a favorite injury of Sam’s after all. A self inflicted one. “I do wish you find another method to break illusions and control.” Doc sighed loudly and his hands started to glow.

”Do you recall anything you saw Liz? Anything about Ragnarök? Or am I going to have to look up the end of days?” he asked wishing there was already a drink in his hand.

Despite the pain he chuckled. Sometimes that was all you could do in situations like this. They were alive despite having everything happened. Sam was injured. The scientists probably a lifetime of trauma if they recalled anything (he still didn’t know the extent of Weltgiest’s power) and then Liz... someone who had no business being on the front lines was dragged there by the icemancer. He’d apologize later but all he could do now was laugh.

His clones sat motionless in the back of the jet near the ramp. They no longer had a reason to be there but Sam was a bit more cautious now that he had a large hole in his leg that required healing. His hands supported him as he limped through the cockpit holding on to chairs as he passed.

”Hope you learned a lot about them. Might be able to discuss them with...” he looked to Liz’s body that was still turned towards the ceiling of the jet wondering if she was avoiding her own body to keep away from the pain of being shot. Something he was going to apologize a lot for later. ”The ravens. Right Liz?” he asked hoping the birds didn’t suddenly want to peck his eye out or eat his tongue. They still needed him to fly back to the mansion.

”All strapped in everyone?” he winced as he sat down. Bruno was at his side licking the leg that was frozen over due to the smell of blood that was now frozen. ”Sorry.” he said quietly to the dog and Liz who was probably listening as one of the scientists discussed the organ that converted salt water to fresh water in penguins.

”Gnnnnnhhh’ Blood poured out of his leg and Sam felt he lost consciousness for a moment. He was floating, but alive. He had to focus. The wound was stopped with ice as it purred into the mixture and made a blood red spot under his armor trying to keep everything contained. His vison blurred for a moment and he heard a familiar scream of ‘Daddy’ before smacking the spot on his leg where he was just impaled. Pain. His eye snapped open and he howled.

This wasn’t the place he was going to die. Eve needed him and that was all the motivation he needed to start moving again. He was floating on a chunk of metal but it was steadily lowering. It must have collected some air. Ice covered his body more pulling it from the surrounding water till the metal under him sank and was replaced with a floating shelf of ice.

Bobbing on the surface ”System point check.” he growled to himself coughing from the flames. It was best to get out from the scene of the wreckage but there was no way he’d be swimming with his leg the way it was. Starting with his toes he worked his way up to his ankle. It hurt but he could still control everything. It was a clean impaling it seems. Even if it did more damage than he thought Doc could patch him up later.

Tapping his ear with a grunt he coughed, ”Everyone alright?” he asked his voice appearing in the jet with everyone else. ”How's the patient?” wondering what would happen to Liz if her host died.