Titans: Maximum Overload

Part 2 Come Together

Here come old flat top
He come grooving up slowly
He got joo joo eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please...Come Together Right Now!

Artist: The Beatles

The Bahamas, gorgeous sunny day: Dressed in a blue& gold speedo, Honor emerges from the crystal blue water and runs calloused fingers through his hair. He winks at some of the female beach goers and jogs lightly across the sand. A group of island men approach him. "Word is getting around that you need an excavation crew Mr. Honor." A dark-skinned man with a bald head approaches the bounty hunter. "That may or may not be true depends on how good you are..." The man dries off his muscular calves.

"We're the best scavengers on the island ask anyone." A light skinned man with blond dredlocks stares at Honor. "I don't have time to quiz the whole damn island I'll learn about you as we go along." Honor nods at the men.  "Meet me at Angel Cove at 11 pm. We'll need the cover of night to conduct this excursion." The handsome man jogs off and orders gets a mixed drink at the bar.

Back at Sanctuary, Nolan leaves his room and decides to take a swim in the lagoon surrounding the base. He removes his trademark racing gloves and slides his pants off. Naked, the man dives into a hot spring near the base, SPLASH!!! The warm water caresses his body. The natural red head runs his fingers through his hair. He stares down at his wedding band. "Maybe I should call her." He contemplates calling his wife and venting to her. Nolan swims to the edge of the lagoon and rests his head on the bright blue coral.

"Mind if I join you?" Caprice kneels down in a pair of white &red speedos. "Ugh sure why not...I could use the company right now." Caprice slides into the warm water and swims to the left side of the pool. "Ahhh...my shoulders are so sore." "Well, this is definitely the place you wanna be." "Nolan, you can't beat yourself up over this, Madame Wentworth can't replace all of us." "How can you be so sure? Do I need to remind you of Project Prometheus. She has no qualms supplanting old team members with new ones."

"Prometheus was the beginning phase of what we are now...we're a well-oiled machine now. That has to count for something." "I don't know...maybe, I screwed up royally chief. I should have never asked Honor to join us." "You did what was necessary for the mission I don't fault you." "Ugh hopefully Madame Wentworth sees it that way."

Inside the base, Tris kickboxes with Eduardo the Titan's resident butler/den-father. THWACK THWACK THWACK!!! Tris roundhouse kicks the handsome man. "You're definitely improving, your balance is getting better!" The 34-year-old man blocks Tris strikes with a pair boxing gloves. Eduardo who resembles Mark Consuelo hops around the large training facility trying to test Tris's speed and agility. Dressed in a white tank top and a pair of blue retro shorts Tris follows Eduardo around punching wildly. THWACKK THWACCK!!! "Too bad you can't strike back!" "I'm not a total pacifist, I can box with the best of them." THWACKK THWACKK!!! The Buddhist jabs Tris several times in the face. "Ha ha too fast for ya!" Tris avoids the strikes with fancy foot work. "I'm not trying to hurt you, Tris. This is for your benefit not mine. I'm not the one risking my life every day." "It comes with the territory it's what I do man."

Tris hook-kicks Eduardo barely missing his head. "Watch yourself young man! Aren't you tired yet?" "Not yet, when this is over can you make me peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Pleasseee..." Tris makes a pouty expression like a child. "You're fully capable of making your own snack I'm not going to waste my energy on trivial things." Dressed in a white linen outfit, Eduardo throws another jab.

London Big Ben Clock Tower, Themis Headquarters: Agents 5 and Agents 9 interrogate Olivia Martinez regarding the location of Sergio Ambrosia. "You're not looking at a light sentence here, you could go to prison for 25 years." Agent 5 approaches the unbothered woman. "It doesn't matter, what I owe him is priceless it's deeper than any prison sentence." Handcuffed to a metallic chair Olivia turns away from her captors. "If it was the other way around, do you believe he would be this loyal?" Agent 9 approaches the interrogation table. "Absolutely, we are family."  Dressed in a purple turtleneck and dark jeans the woman looks up from the table. "I read somewhere that Sergio rescued your daughter from a sex trafficking ring...I respect that, but it doesn't excuse all the evil things he's done."