Armageddon (Quest)

Dr.Everyone decided he'd have some fun with them. That console was useless, at least now it was, the inside devoid of any working machinery.

He pushed a button on the main control console and a door opened in the room the group of heroes was in. Of course, it was the door which would lead them towards his "minotaur".

"In good time, you'll all be dead, and I'll either be rich or a mass murder."

Gregor began walking towards the new opening layed out before them. It was a trap, obviously, but it was also the only way to the madman behind all of this. he motioned the others to follow, knowing they had already begun walking themselves. Gregor spoke again. "Or it could turn out just the opposite. Except we won't be mass murderers, or really rich either. You know what I mean though, you dead us alive. Or it could turn out us alive and you alive, but you're in the back of a squad car. That scenario works best for me personally."

{{ He said that to himself....

No biggie, I forsaw that coming.}}

Blood Wraith has a confused look on hs face, he couldnt believe there wasnt going to be any killing that was the greatest part about being blood wraith.

"Are you serious no killing how could you even recomend such a thing that is just crazy talk.

Derek shook his head in disbelief as he followed the other hero's into the next room. He was actually kind of excited to find this so called minotaur and put an end to dr.dungs bragging.

Gunslinger put away his rifle and pulled out the clip of the rifle, individually reloading the bullets of the clip. He reloaded his rifle inside his trench coat, and pulled out a .44 equipped with a laser sight. He followed close by, listening to the conversation. He would use lethal force on Dr. Everyone if he did not surrender. Jumping to the wall of the door way he peeked over the corner as the other two causally went inside. Sighing, slightly disappointed about how his allies were not following militaristic procedure, he entered the door weapon armed and ready to fire. He said with a determined voice to the others, "Excuse me. What is both of your names?" He would not up give his until he got a response.

"Gregor, mein freund. Gregor Rautenstrauch." Gregor spun around on his heels and extended a hand to the inquiring man, continuing to walk in reverse so as not to set them behind. After the gesture was reciprocated((assuming)), Gregor spun back around, "I'm here from Austria where they call me Barherziger Engel, 'Merciful Angel'. Though I'm far from a saint."

Blood Wraith scratchs his head and squints a little, he then proceeds to take a deep breath.

"Oh....My...God you've never heard of me I mean i'm only like the most famous anti-hero guy in Chicago.

Blood Wraith palms his forehead as he sighs, then takes another deep breath.

"They call me Blood Wraith all though I have no clue wwhy I mean i've only kiled...

Blood Wraith begins to count his fingers and scratch the back of his head as he thinks.

Carry the three...ok think i've got it no wait...ok now i'm sure 357 people thats not that much at all but none the less they wanna call me blood wraith.

Derek smirks as he continues to follow gregor, he then pauses for a second and squints.

"my common sense is tingling, and my tucus just puckered maybe we should be careful....or it could just be gas. OH boy since were all saving the world together does that mean we can be friends now I've always wanted one of those,but no one seems to hang around for very long i can't seem to figure it out .

Blood Wraith begins to take in his surroundings waiting for the next robot to pop out of no where

Gunslinger switched his pistol to his left hand and accepted Gregor's handshake. He assumed that Gregor would actually be a great character in a normal situation. Nodding he said back to Gregor, "Understood. You guys can call me Gunslinger. I have been called that all my life, but I actually forgot my actual name. I am actually from New Mexico. It is not too far from here." Gunslinger looked at blood wraith with confusion. His ramblings barely made any sense to him. But he managed to catch his name, or rather his forced nickname at least. He switched his gun back to his right hand after the handshake and continued to walk down the room.

Doors around the group, enclosing them in a hallway. The hallway began to move. One of the doors opened, revealing a room. A room that was not so much a room, but a giant bit of fire with a few moderately sized platforms hanging from the ceiling. Spikes also hung from the ceiling, ready to impale any flying hero.

"part two of my little maze, heroes. Hop across the platforms to the other side, and you may continue on. However, I don't like playing fair. No variables makes things boring. And I am sure your capable of simply jumping across platforms. Watch out. Or not. I don't care, because you won't stop me.

Gunslinger caught on to his little scheme, everything was trapped. He pulled off his backpack and rummaged through it. Inside was something that he could use. He pulled out a suitcase of average size. He set it on the ground and opened it. Inside was a small assorted parts of various shapes and sizes. Gunslinger went to work assembling it. "Give me a Minute Gregor. This is clearly a trap." He was fast. In about two minutes he had a fully functional remote control attack helicopter. There were radio cameras attached to the helicopter and the suitcase where he could see outside the cockpit of the helicopter. He lifted it off and went to land it on the first platform.