[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

`` Identify yourself.'' Christopher still had the gun aimed at the girl. 
 
 `` Astra.'' 
 
 No last name? Weird. But a good security guard would n't question further. Especially in such an abandoned sector. 
 
 `` Alright, Astra, you're not supposed to be here, but if you cooperate, I'll be lenient. Sector?'' 
 
 Astra's face did n't flinch. `` Murano Medical.'' 
 
 Christopher approached her and began cuffing her. `` I'll need you to stay still.'' 
 
 However, Astra proved to be trouble the moment he approached. Seconds later, he was on the ground, pain in all the weak spots of the armor. Light, quick footsteps echoed down the hallway. 
 
 `` Oh, so that's how you wan na play...'' Christopher loaded his gun, stepped into the hallway and unloaded ammo onto the walls to scare her. 
 
 *** 
 
 Astra dodged the bullets headed towards her. Stepping from side to side, she came close a few times to getting caught, but her evasion of the guard was successful. She sidestepped into another room, hoping the guard would just leave. She managed to rip off the name tag too. *Christopher Garland*, it read. Nothing else. 
 
 The room was white and quiet, and the lights were still... on? That was weird. Looking around, this was no ordinary lab. There were scientific labs with medical equipment, of course, but nothing like respirators or feeding tubes. Or cyrogenic tanks. From what she heard, Isolapp Labs dealt in mainly chemistry projects. 
 
 There was a surgical table propped up vertically against a wall, and Astra approached it. Something was strapped to it, but she could n't tell what. It looked vaguely human, but it was n't until she got closer until he found out it was some sort of military armor, from the Great War years ago. 
 
 The guard kicked the door open once more, but instead of anger showing on his face he looked... confused? Astra realized it. He was a trainee. A rookie. He was n't supposed to be here. 
 
 `` You're not supposed to be here.'' He warned. `` I *will* call in reinforcements if necessary.'' 
 
 Yup. Rookie. Maybe even still in school. She smirked. `` Oh really? Are n't trainees supposed to not have communication devices at this point?'' 
 
 The guard stepped up to her, grabbing her collar. His upper face visible from behind the visor now. `` Do n't get smart with me, missy. I may be a trainee, but...'' His eyes draw to behind her. 
 
 This was her chance. She punched him in the face, drawing him back. 
 
 `` No, wait-'' He began, but Astra cut him off. 
 
 `` Do n't even think about it. What level is Löwenherz Security Systems again? You may control Sector 4, but you're rock bottom.'' 
 
 Chrstopher got up, an idea running through his head. `` Oh really? So why's a Murano girl like you heading for Daisaku Foods? Tired of the high-life?'' 
 
 `` Wh-what? No! I would n't go to such a... a... *middle class company! *'' It broke her heart saying that, but anything to get him off her back... 
 
 Christopher immediately struck her bag down, spilling its contents, before picking up the notebook and flipping through its contents, walking backwards before showing the watering diagrams. `` Now, why would someone who studies medicine have farming diagrams in her notebook? I saw you making these back in the other room.'' 
 
 Astra could n't do anything then, only watch the guard smirk. `` Trust me. I wanted Daisaku Foods too.'' His fingers slowly began ripping it apart... 
 
 Astra grabbed everything else and stuffed it in his bag, before advancing. `` Hey! Give that back, I'll have you reported for theft!'' 
 
 The guard smiled, stepping back further. `` If you do that, you'll be reporting yourself for trespassing.'' 
 
 Astra ran, but not before looking back. Judging by the guard's reaction, it was a big mistake. 
 
 `` Hey! Do n't lo- Fuck.'' 
 
 What Astra saw was rather... disconcerting. The armor strapped to the table was currently breaking free of its bindings. It was alive. Someone was in there. Was it a prank? It was n't common that low-lives like security would prank the higher-ups. 
 
 `` Wh...'' Astra could barely make words out, before Christopher grabbed her collar and dragged her back. The last thing she saw was the helmet of the armor lookin up. Great War armor did n't have thermal genetic imprinting, so the face was always visible, at all times. There was no face in that armor, just two blue orbs of eyes. She recognized that look... 
 
 `` Come on!'' He yelled, and Astra ran with him. `` We'll truce for now.'' 
 
 They descended down some stairs, before entering the main lobby, a big glass room years ago. Now it was all shattered, and plants overgrew everything. It was an iron ghost of what used to be, the intact revolving doors the only reminder of what the building used to be. 
 
 Christopher picked up a phone on the secretary's desk and threw it at the doors, shattering it immediately. He then pulled Astra over to a corner, before pulling some hidden handles. Astra helped him open the doors to a supply closet, and they went in, closing the doors quietly. 
 
 `` That was the Phantom.'' Astra breathed. 
 
 `` What?'' Christopher asked. Right. The vigilante was only spotted in the southeast sectors, nothing like the north sector of Löwenherz. 
 
 `` A vigilante only seen in sectors 7, 8 and 9. Looked like a soldier from the Great war 50 years ago.'' 
 
 Christopher took that into considering. *Typical*. Astra thought. *Löwenherzes were always so dumb. * 
 
 `` I'd like my notebook back.'' Astra said, and Christopher handed it back. `` So why'd you drag us in here?'' 
 
 `` Whatever that thing was, it'll think we went through the door. Unless it has thermal imaging or super-hearing or whatever, we'll be good.'' 
 
 The two lay in wait, hoping to whatever deity was up there that whatever that *thing* was would n't find them. 
 
 After a few minutes of silence, Christopher edged the door open, scoping the area for anything. `` I think it's safe...'' 
 
 The two exited the building, and began making their way to the bridges. One led to the back edges of an armory, the other to a forested area. 
 
 The duo looked at each other, moments before they parted. 
 
 `` Friends?'' Christopher asked. 
 
 Astra internally groaned. *Typical. Poor social skills, gullible, stupid. Always buddy-buddy with someone even after they almost died. All part of a Löwenherz. * 
 
 But she smiled. `` Friends. I'll see you tomorrow. Same time.'' 
 
 This time, the smile dropped off Christopher's face. `` Why are we going back?'' 
 
 *Oh, so he's not so gullible. * `` I want to find out what that thing is. Maybe we can bring a friend. Strength in numbers, am I right?'' 
 
 He nodded, before going off on his way. 
 
 Astra smiled at him, before scowling. Now a low-tier *knew*. She'd have to get rid of him, and she had just the right person... 
 
 

