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(If you might ask, I removed the third chapter since honestly, it wasn’t what I wanted at all and it was so bad that it makes the constant “love” stories of Twilight and Celestia look like a masterpiece. I have intentions to make more connection between the Crysis universe and Equestria so don’t expect this to be another Action story with the only difference being the Crysis name slapped on it. Hope you enjoy this chapter more than the previous 3rd one and if not, what a shame).

(Author's note: For those who haven't played Crysis 2. Nathan Gould (mentioned in my first chapter, "Aftermath") was a former scientist who worked in Hargreave-Rasch Biomedical (a company that developed Nanosuit 1 and Nanosuit 2), who now works for the United States Military. Tara Strickland is a CIA undercover agent (disguised as a C.E.L.L. Special Advisor during Crysis 2) who lost her father in the first Crysis, and wanted revenge against Jacob Hargreave (founder of the Nanosuit) for not warning the U.S. military about the Ceph in the first Crysis which led to many lost lives. In short these two helped Alcatraz in the events of Crysis 2, to prevent New York from being nuked.)

"I don't fucking believe this! You’re calling the search off!?"

"Look Nathan. Alcatraz is dead, there couldn't be any way he could've survived something like that." Tara bluntly states to Gould

“Couldn’t survived?” That doesn’t make any sense! Colonel Barclay ordered me to vaporize the suit in 24 hours if Alcatraz didn’t respond to us if he made it out alive from the spire. I pushed the damn button and coming from the data in my computer, the suit sure as hell didn’t vaporize!”

“You can’t rely on the data when you got the reality facing you. We’ve been searching for Alcatraz for the past week and by the looks of it. We won’t be finding your friend.”

“I know that this isn’t going so well but be patient. If we lose Alcatraz, we might as well turn ourselves in to the Ceph because without him, we don’t stand a chance.” Gould argued

“I know” Tara quickly added, starting to sound annoyed “But we have a better shot fighting the Ceph now without Alcatraz than wasting our time finding a dead man.”

“He’s not dead” Gould angrily declares “And do you honestly think we have a shot at the moment, even if we fight now? You know our soldiers don’t stand a fair chance against the Ceph. Hargreave went fucking mad and self-destructed the Prism, destroying any chance to recover any research to produce a new suit; we don’t have the time or resources to make a new Nanosuit. If you would just give me more time, I can locate Alca..”

“I’m sorry Gould” Tara cutting of Gould

“Were calling it off, I don’t mean to upset you but it’s the best for all of us, I need to report back to duty soon. If it helps to make you feel better, just find him yourself.” Tara said harshly yet in a moderate tone

Nathan. Seemingly looking as if all will or energy he had within him, was gone. He places his left hand on his forehead while he walked towards his chair and slumped on it.

“”Look at my window Tara” asked Gould, now seemingly more calm

“I don’t see what this has to do wi..”

“Just look” Gould instructs her

Tara starts to walk slowly towards Gould’s large window. As she comes closer to the window, she stops to see the night and below her was destroyed Skyscrapers, and crumbled streets but some buildings remained intact, darkness covers most of her view but it rather looked soothing with the little shining light the moon had. There was no sound of a gun firing, no sound of any aircraft, not even a ground vehicle could she find or hear.

All there was to hear and see was peaceful silence and a let’s just say, an extreme remodeling of New York.

“I choose this apartment as my new haven. The view outside reminds me, that if Alcatraz wasn’t here for us, this city would be nothing but rubble.” Gould frirmly but respectfully told to Tara

“You know this doesn’t mean much to me as it does to you, it’s nothing more than a lone gone city”. Sara coldly responded

“Maybe in your view. But out there, families can come out now, no longer hiding like sewer rats. People’s lives that’ve never turned out too well, have a second chance in life to do better for the survivors and themselves. Gould explained

“All because of one random Marine.” Gould ensured to Tara

“Don’t tell me that you were involved in the war just to get payback against CELL.” Gould furthermore added

“I only helped Alcatraz for my own benefit, nothing more or less. I’ll be leaving soon. ” Tara coldly stated as she stopped looking at the view

“If you insist. Then just leave now, I’ll locate him, with help or not.” Gould feeling rather disappointed.

“Then Goodbye.” Tara stated as she left, closing Gould’s apartment door.

Now with no one left to help him. Gould feels deserted. Prophet is dead, the search for Alcatraz called off, the Ceph starting to wake up from their slumber. All of these thoughts went in Gould’s mind, draining much of his hope to see humanity prevail, yet he still has a sensation that Alcatraz is out there, Alive.

“Might as well track Alcatraz’s signal one more time for today before I sleep.” Gould thought as he scooted his wheelie chair towards his computer. As he powered on his computer, he didn’t feel in any way eager to do this since for the past day, he has achieved nothing but seeing that disappointing “unable to locate” text continually.

As the computer finally was booted and Gould typed his password to log in, he was grateful to see that the computer, had all commands set to find Alcatraz’s signal, which normally would take half an hour to program. Thankfully, he managed to keep a copy of the commands in a disk before CELL shot his old apartment to shreds, when Alcatraz and Gould first met.

“At least I can get this over quickly tonight” Gould assumed as he moved his mouse to click the track button icon.

As the computer started to search for any sign of Alcatraz, Gould felt discouraged, arrogantly believing that this was just a small waste of time, which could be for his sleep right now. The scan seem to take forever, the online connection for Gould’s computer seemed rather sluggish, which slightly started to rile up Gould. When the scan was 100% completed, something displayed in his monitor shocked Gould’s eyes, and it was not a “waste of time” as Gould thought.

The computer displayed Alcatraz’s signal active.

To even leading Gould into further shocked, Alcatraz couldn’t be located anywhere at New York, or even Earth for that matter. It seemed like Alcatraz was in a completely different dimension. How the signal works now? Gould has no clue.

“This new monitor must be malfunctioning. How could Alcatraz be out of the radar?!” Gould said bewildered.

Despite what seemed to be outrageous in Gould’s mind, he didn’t allow an opportunity like this to pass by. Gould quickly took the old intercom lying next to the computer hardware, on top of stacks of collected cell information, and switched it on.

“Alcatraz. I don’t know where you are or what’s happened to you. But if you can hear me, find a way back to New York. I’ll give you the coordinates to where to meet me once you're here”. Gould then waited for a response for a minute or two. There was nothing.

Gould then set aside the intercom and left his chair with the computer still turned on with a yawn. He then proceeded to walk towards his bed which just consisted of a single mattress with a blue quilt. He drifts to sleep, hopeful tomorrow will shed some good news.

(Meanwhile………)
“SYSTEM RECOVERY. ACTIVATE DEFIBRILLATOR.” Alcatraz initiated the defibrillator, when the suit’s voice concluded its command.

While the suit was re-routing itself, Alcatraz noticed a purple looking figure slowly moving backwards to a brown, square looking figure which appears to be a door.

It then began opening the door in a slow manner, leaving the small room but not before closing the door.

“Twilight!” Something happened that you need to see!” Spike shouted to Twilight, who was reading a book on creatures from other dimensions.

“What is it Spike?” Twilight asked his frightened friend, worried, setting aside her studying.

“I… don’t know! It said recover and activate something, but you need to see this!”

As Twilight races to her room, along with Spike, too scared to stay put downstairs. She then stops on the side of her door, hearing the sound of movement.

“CLEAR TO PROCEED”

“That’s the voice!” Spike expressed in a silent, frighten voice

With a bold look, Twilight quietly opens her door and to her shock. The “creature” begins to stand in a rather awkward position that no pony has done”.

“Do something Twilight! Put a sleeping spell, time reverse, anything to stop this!”

“I can’t. I don’t know what the effects with magic are on a creature like this. Send a message to Celestia, tell her to come right now.” Twilight says hastily but somewhat in a calm tone.

As the “creature” finally stands well, it turns to look at Twilight.

For a moment there was no word from both. Twilight, then tries something quite simple yet absurd to avoid unnecessary conflict.

“Ummmmm. Hello?” Twilight says in a nervous smile

The creature did not respond to her, it instead turned its back while pressing two of its fingers against what she assumed, was the side of its head. Almost as if it were to power something on, like in those spy stories.

“Gould. If you’re still awake or here, you got me as to where the fuck I am.”

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