CONGRESS HEADQUARTERS LOG
Year Five, Day Two Hundred
STRANGLE paces near TRANSLATOR’s coffin, speaks inaudibly.
MERCURIAL: What’d you say?
STRANGLE: I said, “We need a response.”
MARKER: Is now really the best time?
STRANGLE: We have to strike back while we can.
APEXIATE: Temper leads down a path that burns.
STRANGLE: You seem pretty damn calm for someone whose wife is in that box.
APEXIATE: Yes! My wife! If I, who loved Lexie like none of you could, can put my anger aside, we all can. Rage accomplishes nothing.
STRANGLE: It accomplishes everything.
STEADFAST: How would you solve this crisis, Strangle?
STRANGLE: It’s a matter of power. Power we need to face what’s coming.
MERCURIAL: What’s coming?
STRANGLE: Marcus – you heard Translator’s last words.
MARKER: “We will reap what we have sown. Our reward comes. Harrowing.”
MERCURIAL: Dear God. What’s a Harrowing?
FLIGHT: A breaker of planets.
STEADFAST: Flight, you have experience with this Harrowing?
FLIGHT: It is something for which none of you is prepared.
STRANGLE: Not yet.
STEADFAST: Seems you two are hiding something from the rest of the team.
STRANGLE: Like I said: power. I know where we can get it.
STRANGLE: Through the Blue Portal.
APEXIATE: You’re insane. The cost for such a thing would be —
STRANGLE: Worth it.
MERCURIAL: But Angela destroyed The Key.
STEADFAST: Unless she didn’t.
FLIGHT pulls THE KEY from her belt, opens a BLUE PORTAL.
STRANGLE: We’re going. Come if you want.
MERCURIAL: It sounds to me like the only way. You coming, Marshall?
APEXIATE: I refuse to risk the humanity my wife so adored in such a gamble.
MARKER: I go where the boss goes.
STEADFAST: What you plan to do is evil. I beg you to reconsider.
STRANGLE: You’ll thank us. See you on the other side.
FLIGHT, STRANGLE, and MERCURIAL enter the BLUE PORTAL. BLUE PORTAL closes.
APEXIATE: This has been a day full of that sound. The sound of something beautiful breaking.
STEADFAST places a hand on APEXIATE’s shoulder.
MARKER: Hey, look. Translator’s recorder is still working. Huh.
STEADFAST: Turn it off. We’ll never feel nostalgic about today.