"You two come with me, we're heading this expedition." It was Caesar speaking the Hawaiian shirt guy.
"Sounds great get us guns." Linea was quick to respond to Caesar.
"Wait, where are we going?" Elliot was still confused as to the abruptness of the situation. He had been enjoying his time in the sub but he knew that was not to last. He just didn't know what was next in the sequecence of events. Nothing had gone how he planned. I was as thought they just sent a small squad to Neo-Antarctica to pick him up. Elliot had expected a fight and in a weird way Elliot wanted to know if he could take down a helicarrier, like Brouge. He wondered about what his abilities could be and what he could do. Brouge seemed to manipulate pressures. Linea could refract light. Caesar was something to with air. He seemed to have good refection and sometimes things wouldn't hit him, but it didn't seem to be as clear cut as all the other people he had met. Elliot recalled his time on the Titan project and how they wanted him to see if they take and imbed Brouge's gene into stem cells. I was a failure every time, the stem cells would just be Brouge cells. Never The Brick Brouge, they could grow eyes and hearts in the printers that worked like normal, but all the organs they made would just be baseline human organs, never super solider. It was a project that just seemed like it burnt cash. Elliot understood that something was different. That when he interacted with that Horned-whale that its golden oil its bone produced changed something about him, it awaked something already there a second heart.
For the meantime Elliot did not mind the power boost, he could do things like his sister Talia always wished to, now he was the super solider, not just a future one's sparring partner. He knew that he had to make the most of this for his sister. He had a duty to her and to not do her death justice before she accomplished her dreams would be like destroying her memory. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile once more, to finish something she wanted for herself. He would proudly hold this mantle and responsibility for his sister.
"Get your sorry a*s ready to get off this rock were going out on to better places, where dreams are more than princesses and dragons" Caesar's accent was scary and pointed. The man's admiral coat gone. Caesar looked like a man about to go on vacation. His loose shirt buffeting in an unseen breeze, that rippled in excitement. The palm branches on it look like it was in hurricane winds.