Hey, everyone. Sorry if I took a while when updating this fic. Things got out of hand.

I'm back from my holiday and sorry to break to everyone else but school is coming close.

As for the reason why I took so long, let me just say I had another story and I wanted to get a certain point. If you're wondering what I'm talking about, let me just say to read and find out.

I don't know when I'll update this again as I have a few stories and I'm going to do a major rewrite of my main hacker fic. I will work on that as I have the ideas but today I feel like going back inside my mind.

Enough blabber, let's begin.

I follow my six members down the path beneath the church. I didn't even know this existed. The place, it's deserted, it went down. Fuck the politicians, fuck their ideas. Fuck those goddamned hypocrites.

I sigh. I don't have time to dwell on them as I hate them as much I hate Infinite Stratos pilots. But that's for later. Right now, I have bigger issues.

Eventually, we end up at a door. A big metal yellow door. Tizof bonks at the door and a small see through goes open. The door goes open and I'm shocked to see a large man, child, whatever opening it.

"Tizo." He happily exclaims while he lifting up my sword fighter. Tizof was never one for affections, claiming it struck him down as a sword fighter. I'm surprised he smiles and returns or how he good he can from the giant.

"Yeah, I'm happy to see you as well, Tom." The rest of the warriors walk to me as the last one.

"Put him down, Tom. Gently." My senses are tingling. A woman. And not just any woman. Woman are something that you can find in our cause despite we're fighting Infinite Stratos.

But she, SHE WEARS A PILOTING SUIT.

Before I can react, Kashal tugs at my shoulder. "Easy, Anaton." He walks to the woman who gives him a small peck. "Good to see you, Kash. How long have they been keeping you guys there? Three months."

My brawler shrugs.

"How did you get out?" He got a smug grin on his face. He steps aside and waves at me. "This is Anaton. Kerlongsj." He looked away and it became silent.

"Little brother." Yeah, I was. I was his little brother. Kashal noticed me going down.

"This is Talia. She is a pilot but don't worry about it. She is on our side." I looked her in the face. She had brown eyes and hair, she had a kind face but surely saw a lot. Her hair is well kept and her face doesn't show struggling. Still, I can imagine she went through a lot.

I look around. This place is somewhat of a living room. Tables, beds, kitchen utensils, a lot.

How in the world? Is this my base?

Suddenly, I notice two men coming to us.

"Well, fuck me. Anaton Orlejov. Who the hell would go into a prison to free a few warriors? Nice to have you back guys." The guys give him a nod and they walk away.

Clearly for some rest.

My mouth falls open. I see two men I never expected to see.

Ishotal Thajalov and Mattheus Adjzof. Let me explain who those two are.

Ishotal Thajalov is the leader of the Rogue faction. A group of hackers, based in the Middle East. They are or better were our only official allies. Their cause is a bit old in the head but they're decent guys. If he is here, that meant his cause was fallen as well.

He is a bit older than me, has black hair and eyes. His skin is dark. He is young but looks older by sitting in a wheeling chair. He wears several scars on his body and his legs look dead to me.

Ishotal and Kerlongsj met each other in not the best place but it made them good friends. He is also my godfather.

The other man is Mattheus Adjzof. He is a bit of an odd duck in our cause because he isn't a hacker but a pilot.

A male pilot. Which is as rare as a White Whale. One of the few. I picked up they discovered a whole bunch of males. He was the second or third, I'm not sure. He has blond hair. Not as dark as Devil once had but still not completely blond. His eyes are some shade of blue. He has no scars which is a rarity in our life.

That is said if you look in his face. His body is another story.

He looks a bit like brother but that's beside the point. I look to him and I gulp. He stands on his own two feet but he has just his left arm.

"Mattheus, Ishotal. You're alive." I greet the two.

"If you can call this living." Ishotal shoots back.

"My complete spine is broken." He has his hands on a controller. I look to Mattheus.

The guy gives a grin. Somewhere he is happy to see me, although he doesn't show that.

"Cover was blown when Orimura." He looks away. I get it.

"Had to get out. At the loss of my arm…" He pauses and continues.

"And Joel." Of course, of fucking course.

People die but I have never expected Joel to die.

Joel Pearce, also known as Designer was a twelve-year-old Irish Street Punk who made Mattheus' IS. The relationship the two had was comparable to mine and Kerlongsj. Joel often thought out schemes while Mattheus was for strategies.

Mattheus was a normal guy but in his second semester, he began to work as a sleeper agent for Devil. Together with Joel. The two were good friends and while Mattheus didn't always agree with Devil's ways, Mattheus respected Kerlongsj as superior.

And friend. There is no mistake Mattheus considered Kerlongsj a friend.

I look in his eyes. Tears want to fill mine.

"Ichika." He spat out the name. I grit my teeth.

Haven't those bastards taken enough from me? My brother, my group, my members, my place. Did they have to take my best friend?

"What about you?" Ishotal asks me.

I grin.

"Got a shock. Completely out. Spent years in a loony bin." The guys smile at me.

The three of us went through a lot. Everything horrifying in a way.

Ishotal gives me a soft hug while Mattheus lifts me up with his one arm. I have to admit. He made up his loss. I couldn't believe he nearly crushed me with it.

He puts me down and put his one arm in his pocket. I look at the three.

Let's get down to business.

"What's our stats?" I ask without any shame.

Mattheus looks around. There are some people gathered. Not all of them hackers, all of them warriors.

The Hunter (His nickname) sighs. "This is all we have left from the two hacker factions and our allies." He scratches his chin.

"Two hundred hackers, Rogue and Legal alike. About a hundred fifty former soldiers of several countries. The rest are Metal Claw soldiers or volunteers." He walks away and I look to Ishotal.

Right. Mattheus is no leader. He prefers to work under someone or on his own. He joined our cause for a simple reason.

Protection. He never gave that much of a care for our fighting or goal. We used him like he used us. Most likely he joined us to get revenge. Whatever that might be, he is a soldier we can use. Even without one arm, he is still valuable.

I sigh. It's not nice but we understand the game. We both do.

Ishotal shakes his head.

"He isn't the easiest but he is a good soldier. Your brother did well by recruiting him." He looks to me.

"Anaton. I'm sorry for your loss. I'm your godfather. If you need?" I put up my hand.

"No, thanks. But what are you doing here?" Ishotal looks away.

"The conflict turned and without the support of the legals, we were out. But with you, we can do great things. It's good to have you. Anaton. I'm going to ask you something."

I wait, wondering what he could ask me.

"Anaton, from all the hackers, maybe twenty percent is Rogue. The rest of us are Legals. I have to lead this group but it's not to me. Anaton. You carry the name Orlejov. You're Kerlongsj little brother and you're Azalof's son. Do you want to lead our cause?"

I gulp. Kerlongsj always told me that I would one day lead our cause but I was never prepared for it. For me, the hackers were a bunch of men I could have fun with. They meant protection, safety, fun. Not responsibility, not leading.

But this is my path. I look him in the eyes. "Yes. I will lead our cause but I will join for a reason."

Ishotal already knows.

"I want Chifuyu Orimura and Ichika Orimura and every friend of them from the face of the earth." Ishotal grins.

"Welcome back, Hell Boy." I look around and see everyone gathered.

My gang, dressed and armed with their arms crossed. Six men. Six men ready to die for me.

Mattheus is also dressed. On his belt, there is one sawn-off shotgun, a pistol and small spears. He will fight for me.

The Hunter walks to me. "I will allow you to kill Chifuyu as it is fair. She took your brother from you. But I want to kill Ichika. He took mine." I nod.

I'll allow him to kill Ichika.

I crack my knuckles. "Okay, but I suggest you have plans."

Ishotal nods and winks to follow him. We're ready for a war.

This war? I don't know what it will do. Our war is lost. We have lost.

But that's something I don't acknowledge. I will not kneel.

I will answer to no one. I will fight and kill until I die. I will take as many people with me. I will kill them all. Those who've taken our cause. Our goal. Our ideas for peace.

Those Angels. They have Fallen. They don't know but they did.

I don't care if they call us bad. Devil chose his name, not because he thinks he is bad or evil. He chose his name for the simple reason.

If you call your machine Angels, then we will call ourselves to the opposites. We didn't choose the name as Devils.

You called yourselves Angels so we will call us Devils.

And that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed this small chapter.

I'm sorry I took so long. Really, I am.

And I'm sorry it will take a long time. But I'll promise you. That I will work on new stories and that I will write on those.

Thanks for the support I got from you guys. Don't worry, this story isn't dead but things will get busy.

Saluut.