Right beside the pod of the one coded named 8345T, was a walkie talkie. "...hehe...Hello*static* is there *static* someone there!..Please *Static* Respond!"
shrieked the radio, however some of the message had static. " *Static* If your listening to me *Static* Head South*Static* Repeat South....haha..."
The message suddenly cut off, but it told its listeners of a direction and south. The voice through sounded quite familiar.
.... Head Southeast
..."Another message radioed in. This acted as a warning for the first message and it came in more clear. However, much like the first it mentioned a direction, but it also mentioned something the patients needed.
Another message right after that came in, but unlike the first two, this one wasn't talking to them. "Commander *Static*, It seems their *static*, should we *static* or capture."
Said a particular voice over the radio. " *Static*, *static*, she wants them *static*."
Another voice answered the first voice's question.
Somewhere down below under the ground, there is an elevator. Inside, said elevator were four people, three were dressed in body armor with helmets that had six cameras that glowed with crimson lights, and one, *one was just special. The colors of the body armor were mainly black and red, with red arm bands that had the symbol of a raven. " The bunker is prepared for you, Mistress." One of the guards with her said as the elevator door opened.
The group of four walked down the hallway, one of the guards were in front of her while two were behind her. The one guard leading down the hallway stopped at a door and opened it for the Raven King. Inside the black room was dark red chairs and a table, however on the table strangely was a golden violin. It was strange, because only no else knew of this bunk besides the King, and these three guards. This room had a storage locker, and a couple of computers and monitors observing the war on the island. It would seem this war was some sort of war room.
"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit