AN:

*Door Slams*

MIGUEL: EH FUCKER! WHAT YOU...oh...you're drunk I see.

ME: Eh...whaaaaa..me?...psh naaaaah...I'm totally fine man...but uhhhhhhh...you wanna...maybe...i dunno...

MIGUEL: Respond to the reviews?

ME: yeah...that shit...go feritmannnnn... *passes out*

RangerArmy: yes! now I have a reason to kill you!

Doccy Larsson Seraphim: The PS4 is great man...if you dont get one...imma gut you... but even if you do...I'll still kill you...depends on how much entertainment you want.

Isaac Carke AKA Reven: AAAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I WILL NEVER DIE!

LETS START THIS CHAPTER! MIGUEL IS THE BEST!

Chapter 13: The Start of Something Crazy

Axton was torn.

Save the love of his life that saved him from utter despair and helplessness from the grips of a similar despair only amplified to extreme height? Or Save the man who could turn the tides of the galaxy with his say so? How could he make up his mind with such things surrounding his head?

Axton had to get these thoughts out of his head or he might end up like Miguel...Utterly Insane. He consulted the help of Mordecai, who was currently resting in a nearby hut, recovering from the hardships Miguel had caused him. As he walked over to the tent, he looked at his Tomahawk that was holstered on his thigh and remembered what the note that was left with it said.

'Just do what comes natural'

Now that he thought about it, that note must've meant something else. Axton remembered how he reacting the first time he read it, to fucking kill him. But thinking back...isn't that what Miguel wants? For him to become like him?

'What the hell is going on with this place?" Axton thought to himself as he entered the hut.

There he saw Mordecai lying face up on a cot, for some reason resting rather peacefully. All his previous cuts and wounds were all disinfected and bandaged up. Even his left eye was dealt with as well, patched up and cleaned out.

"Hey boss.." Axton began "How you holding up?" Mordecai winced a bit at the sound of his voice, he let out a small groan.

"Surviving.." Mordecai mumbled out "Bout all I can do at the moment, you?" He said glancing his one eye over to his savior.

"Same I guess, figuring out who to grab next..." Axton answered scratching his head "Was hoping you'd help me decide."

Mordecai let out a sigh, paused for a moment, then answered back.

"Get Kurt..." Mordecai answered, making Axton's eyes widen slightly. Mordecai grunted as he slowly sat himself up, grimacing at the pain in his sides. He then put his feet on the side of the cot, putting them down slightly on the floor. He hoisted himself from his resting place and stood up sluggishly.

"'Been thinking Ax.." Mordecai began "We grab Lilith or Maya, two of the rarest women to ever be in this Galaxy, which I'm sure Miguel will have for..." Mordecai paused and looked to the ground "High price..." He muttered out "He'd stop at nothing to get them back. We Get Kurt though, that cuts off his access to Thatcher corps finances weapons, hell, every fucking thing he could want he could get..."

Axton added "Without Kurt, he's forced to use his own weapons...wait...didn't Kurt once say they were developing Medicines to numb pain and..." Axton stopped and his eyes widened as he caught on to what he's saying.

"Christ...He's using Kurt to make his fucking drugs..." Mordecai said finishing Axton's sentenced.

"Deal's done, I'm grabbing Kurt, getting him the hell outta here..." Axton said checking his rifle, noticing Mordecai picked up his sword that was kept in his back sheathe.

"Where do you think you're goin?" Axton asked raising an eyebrow.

"With you? you really think you're gonna do this shit alone?" Mordecai retorted, drawing out his blade, giving a few practice swipes, then looking at the cold steel, before sheathing it back.

"But you can-" Axton said, but was interrupted,

"I'm fine Axton, face it, I'm coming with you," Mordecai said while letting off a smirk. Axton returned the smirk, walked over to the nearby Compound Bow hanging up on the side of the wall, tossing it to Mordecai's way.

"How's your shot?" Axton asked, as he watched his friend grab the bow, then began to examine the bow, plucking the string to see that they were tense as ever. Mordecai laughed.

"Eh...been a while, but I'll manage." Mordecai replied rolling his shoulders, cracking his neck a few more times. He then picked up a flask, screwed open the top, and took a large swig from the bottle, letting out a small gag, finally wiping his lips.

"Rum? Whiskey?" Axton asked looking at the flask, he grabbed it from Mordecai and took a whiff, immediately letting out a gag and rolling his eye in the back of his head.

"Neither. Swish. It's the stuff you get when you let water soak in whiskey barrels...Taste like complete piss...but my oh my," He chuckled looking at the flask "Does it get you some smashed..."

"Yeah...cause you're a better shot when you're drunk, that whole thing," Axton said tossing the flask back to Mordecai. "Let's get goin, Kurt's not going to save himself y'know?"

"You said it man, great to have you back amigo," Mordecai said walking towards the tent flap.

12 HOURS EARLIER

SLAM!

Kurt shut the wide container shut, twisting the hatch shut. He slowly took away the gas mask covering his and slowly took a breath of fresh air, then placing the mask down on the table. He took a look at Rourke, who was still pointing the rifle at him, not shifting his eyes one bit. He noticed he was still wearing his gas mask.

"You can take it off," Kurt said "all the fumes are sealed off, we need to wait for the furnace to make the pseudoephedrine, then extract the methamphetamine."

"Leave it at 'take off the mask'. No need for the details," Rourke said while taking off the mask. "Why don't we step outside, have ourselves some fresh air for a change," He then followed up with while walking out next to the large metal door, releasing the safety hatch, then giving a heave, he slid the large metal door open, letting in a gust of air. Kurt hated to admit it, the feeling of nice air was all he could ask for, as he was working for the past 5 hours.

Rourke stopped at the door, looking back at Kurt, who was still at the same place he was before.

"That wasn't a request." Rourke said sternly. Kurt looked at him for a few seconds, before finally walking over to the metal door. Rourke shut it behind him. The warehouse was up on top off a hill, overlooking the pirate encampment. Below, he could see a few lit huts and cabins, surrounded by dense jungle, the darkness of the sky was only interrupted by the ever present 'Hyperion' base poised on the moon orbiting the planet. By Kurt's calculations, it was about 1 o'clock in the morning. Rourke's rifle was on a three point sling so he could simply let the weapon go, and it would fall naturally between his left arm and his body. He then pulled out a pack of hand rolled cigars (presumably done by Miguel because of the expertise in rolling), put one up to his mouth, flicked his lighter (which bears a striking resemblance to Axton's) and sparked it into flames. He held the flame to the tip of the cigar and puffed it a few times, flicking his lighter back once the tip glowed red with a distinct smell to it. Rourke looked at Kurt, noticing he was looking at the sky, yet his legs were trembling. Rourke held the pack of cigars in front of Kurt.

"Go on kid," Rourke talking, with the cigar in his mouth "You earned it,"

Hesitantly, Kurt picked up a cigar, placing it between his lips. He then held out his palm, non-verbally requesting Rourke's lighter, which he caught upon. He tossed it to Kurt, who in similar fashion as he did, sparked the lighter into flames and lit his death-stick ablaze. He snuffed the lighter and handed it back to Rourke.

"Lookin' good back there kid, better than the last dipshits, half the time the batches couldn't be used the shit was so black and disgusting." Rourke began, attempting to spark a conversation.

Kurt didn't want to be a part of it, and Rourke sensed that almost immediately. He kept the conversation going.

"But yours kid." Rourke added "It's coming out pure clear. Would try it myself, but I don't touch that stuff. Not in a millions years I wouldn't"

"Shame, I always wanted to be a famed meth cook...who always wanted his customers brains to get rotted from the inside out, of course, they're teeth going first. " Kurt replied, looking up at the stars. Rourke chucked but coughed at the same time.

"Oh that's good kid, real good," Rourke said "'Least you said something worth while since you've been awfully quiet eh?"

Kurt fell silent again, taking another drag from the cigar, letting out another cloud of smoke whilst gazing up at the night sky. Rourke looked down at his watch, took one last drag from his cigar, and flicked it into the night.

"Welp, breaks over, head back inside," Rourke said opening the large door, then proceeded to walk back inside. Only this time, Kurt acted upon the mistake he made by letting his guard down and letting himself go first. Kurt swiftly knocked Rourke upside his head with his prosthetic elbow, knocking him out almost instantaneously. The Soldier fell to the ground with a thud, a sound that echoed throughout the empty warehouse.

Being so hell bent on escaping and grabbing Gaige, he too made the mistake of letting his guard down. He forgot that the room was monitored closely by surveillance cameras that send a live feed to a security deep in Miguel's camp. A smirk was slowly painted upon a close surveyors watchful eye as he saw Kurt do that.

"Alright...Grab his gun, Get Gaige and the others then get the hell outta here... before Miguel rips my spine out.." Kurt said to himself as he grabbed the bearcat from Rourke's unconscious body and loaded a fresh round into the chamber. He turned around towards the door...only...not to see an open one, but an open one with a man standing right behind him...

"Naughty Naughty..." Miguel smiled so creepily that it would haunt the very souls of the dead.

Kurt was quick to react, but not quick enough, as he tried to draw his weapon, it was immediately countered by Miguels right arm, which wrapped around the rifle, followed by the left arm, which disarmed the rifle from Kurt's hands. In a flash, Kurt was pinned to the ground with both his arms behind his back, with a boot firmly stomped in on his back.

"Looks like I got a trouble Maker on my hands now..." Miguel began with his grip never loosening "I wonder what I should do with this little niño" He said with a smile.

"...F-fuck..." Kurt grunted out as he tried to fight with all his might to get free, but to no avail.

"Tell you what kid," Rourke said while standing up, recovering from his unconsciousness at an unusually fast rate. "You pack a punch" he said cracking his neck loudly.

"I think I know what to do you amigo...let me show you." Miguel said picking up Kurt, and literally dragging him out of the warehouse. Rourke followed Miguel and Kurt and slammed the doors of the large meth lab completely shut.

AN:

MIGUEL: There you have it! I would have the author do this, but hes passed out right now...I guess thats what 10 Beers will do to you...more to come around...whenever he feels like it...I guess...I don't fuckin know...STICK AROUND AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHH!