Izzy returned to the Tower after her parley with Rose.

Entering and hearing her theme song play, she looked in surprise to see Joe holding a gun to the Overlord's head. Izzy rolled her eyes. "Like being locked in dungeons much, Joe? As if anyone could kill the Overlord."

Chuckling, she sat down in a chair on the other side of the room. You just can't trust mercenaries.

~Riella

Dot stared in horror at Joe's pistol. She wanted to back away, but was frozen to the spot with either surprise or terror. Izzy's carefree attitude unfroze her long enough for her to inch her way over to a vacant chair. Now that she was further away, her talking-before-thinking-tongue got the better of her fears. "I don't think a pistol counts for much in a place that employs Terminators. Besides, I'm sure the Igors can repair any damage that may occur," she said.

Joe turned his head to look at Izzy and then said "You underestimate me friend, you see. I could kill him right now if I wanted. However, I will give you an option B. I you will hand over twenty thousand dollars in Credits to me. And I will let your leader go. So whats it going to be? And Dot, as for the terminators, I have an Army of Mercenaries at my beck and call, so I wouldn't try anything"

"Speaking of Terminators," the Grand High Dark Overlord said, "I've just revoked your security clearance. You'd better run if you want to make it out of here before they come to show you the color of your interior squishy bits."

And with that, the Dark Overlord vanished in a puff of sulfur-smelling smoke. He reappeared deep within the heart of the Tower, where Pilot lived and controlled the retrofitted Leviathan that currently went by the moniker Tower of Shadow and Flame.

"Very nicely done with that teleport, Pilot. And the smoke effects were lovely. I'll send an Igor up to give you a relaxing shoulders massage late on today once the Terminators have mopped up the mutiny."

"Very well, sir. Now have we learned our lesson about hiring mercenaries? This is the second time they've been ... disloyal," Pilot said with mild sarcasm.

"Oh, but that's the fun of it! I do so love a good mutiny."

Izzy tried to stifle a giggle at the Mercenary as the Grand High Dark Overlord disappeared. "I guess you weren't expecting that, Joe! Nor this, I suppose." She held up a molecule-splitter gun that she had gotten as a birthday present when she was a little girl. "Just in case you try to pull anything else before you make your departure. Now get yourself out of here before you get yourself killed."

~Riella

"Now Izzy, lets not get drastic" Joe groaned as he began converting his Silly String Pistol back into a water gun "What Conor never realized is that Terminators are vulnerable to water. Being part machine and all. They short circuit which sends an electromagnetic pulse through their wiring and into their mother board. Temporary immobilization the said Terminator. And yes I just thought that up. But I should work" he said, preparing for battle.

"Now Izzy, will you plwease put down that thing your ordered from a comic book before you hurt somebody?"

"If you cause any more damage, I'm warning you -- I will shoot." She set it to another level, and her finger was ready on the trigger. "Right now I have it on stun. But even that will knock you out cold for hours, and leave you with some particularly nasty side-effects for the rest of your life. Leave here. I will count to three, and if you are not on your way out by then, I will shoot. One... two..."

~Riella

"Pilot, you don't happen to abuse your ability to see what's happening in every single room in the Tower, do you?" The GHD Overlord asked, munching on some popcorn Pilot had so thoughtfully prepared.

"Of course not. The very idea. Besides, your species does not have enough arms and your heads are terribly small."

"Oh, good point. Hey, can you give me a comlink to the throne room?"

"Right away, sir."

"I'd just like to point out that the Terminators have been improved to eliminate that little fault. You'll have to try harder than that to defeat them. Oh, and Joe? I've changed your theme music to this. Have fun with that," the GHD Overlord said, his voice booming out into the throne room.

"Izzy, Izzy, Izzy. You are forgetting one thing. YOUR MOECULE SPLITTER IS ELECTRONIC!" Joe said as he squirted his water onto Izzy's gun "Take that" he gloated.

"You have all underestimated me. While I was over here working for booky I was pretending to work for Lady Arwen. But in all actuality I was actually working for booky, however I was really working for Lady A, making me a double double double agent.

But in truth I had you all fooled for all this time I was creating my own Army; The Barracks of the Bounty Hunters Guild. Or BotBHG. We have a cool acronym and you don't. BURN! Anyways, it is free to join, come on over to the fountain and check us out"

"Oh darnit Booky. Can't you just let me have my moment in the spot light? FOR ONCE?!!!!!!!"

Izzy smiled. "My gun is not electronic. It's powered by minion-ness, and also water proof. But that matters not. I don't want to shoot you, and I wont unless I have to. So in the words of someone I greatly admire -- 'Leave! Now! And never come back!'"

~Riella

"Let someone else have the spotlight? While I'm here in all my malevolent awesomeness? Why would anyone want to do that? It'd be like replacing Batman with Ant-Man."

The Grand High Dark Overlord glanced back at Pilot," Are the Terminators there yet?"

"I've taken the liberty of placing them on patrol mode, sir. Your minions seem to have the situation in the throne room in hand."

"Well, that's boring, but good thinking I suppose."

"Of course, sir. It's me doing it."

"Well, Wyrm. The truth is. ANT MAN WAS BETTER And... Actually. Thats just what I was planning" Joe said to Izzy, running full speed at the throne room windows. Only to find out seconds later that they were bullet proof "Oww..." I said, falling to the ground "And there I go"

Izzy rolled her eyes. "I told you you were going to end up hurting and/or killing yourself! Why do you bother?"

~Riella

"Pilot, teleport the Lady Arwen in? She's messaging me about having tea together. Oh, and fetch the universal antidote. She may be Sicilian," the Grand High Dark Overlord said, pouring the popcorn into another bowl.

"Because being a Mercenary is fun. Not being tied down. Never having a particular goal in life. Getting to double cross people without any cereal repercussions further on in life. Its the true meaning of FREEDOM!" Joe said, looking up at Izzy from his position on the floor.