Vixan-u-likun, a hall or base sort of, created by the first generation of Contraption, and misfit. With the help of the rest of the team, they built a small base unit, located underground behind the caves of the northern mountains, where the first dimensional attack took place.
Ivan and Morticia stepped out of a portal, which was made by Morticia herself. The hard white snow and the chilling wind ripped their shield and broke their body to perish from the cold.
In a split second, Ivan's fair skin portrayed his cheeks glowing pink, and his perfectly aligned grey beard covered in white snow. His cane taps the ground, indicating to Morticia to pace up, but not to his surprise, she said.
"It's pretty weather, harsh and cold, like you", she said as she turned and smiled. Morticia's flawless tan skin showed no signs of pinkness or snow touching her. Even her clothes show no signs of flowing with the wind, as if she's not here.
"This is a hologram", Ivan said, unamused. "God. I'm starting to feel young again." He muttered harshly.
Morticia (Hologram) walks towards Ivan and punches him in his chest. Her hologrammed arm and fist vanished into his body, and reappeared when she gave him a stunned look.
"And that is for stealing my mirror, which", she raised her index finger, "I designed for our enemies, not", she points at him, "Your successor".
Ivan's eyebrows gave away his expression, of someone who's been caught red-handed. "You call that a punch?". He said to the hologram.
"Don't change the subject, Ivan Kuznetsov." Moticia's tone became strict, "No one in their right mind would punch you, but damn, if you weren't my friend, I would have done it anyway".
Ivan's eyes showed a slight guilt and pity towards Morticia. Her intelligence made her who she is today, but her mind still goes towards the days when she had found him weak and cripled.
Turns out, the last part is true. Ivan was and still is weak and cripled, much to his surprise, he had grown to accept it, his own limits. So in this situation, he had no choice.
"Mortica Mansoor, I apologize for_".
"Stealing my mirror, sabotaging my three cars, giving my name to Colonel, even though I know you were manipulating him, not inviting me to the MFB match, don't ask me how I know. Lorenzo has a private Instagram account. I know, I'm a good hacker".
"You can't seriously be mad about that. Lorenzo and I couldn't possibly have known that you are a fan of football".
"Then what about the rest of the above?".
"That...look, I know it's complicated", Ivan sighed. "You have a very nice collection of cars and_".
At that moment, a hologram of a tall woman disappeared. Ivan was left stunned. His legs and arms were shaking, and his hair was fully covered with snow.
His body felt numb, and his breathing got harder with each second.
"This woman was planning to kill me from the start".
Ivan dragged his black cane towards the two rifts of stones on a mountain slope. He pulled his cane up with his two hands, and electrical shock waves appeared.
Just as he was about to hit his cane on the ground, a voice called him.
"IVAN!" Ivan stopped and turned around. His blue eyes spotted a figure wearing a up-thigh business suit. Upon coming closer, Ivan pulled his cane down and relaxed. Nothing in this world could make him happier than seeing this man in front of him suffer the same fate as him.
"Lorenzo, what a surprise". He said calmly.
"Surprise? More like an expected one", Lorenzo observed Ivan's hair. "Let me guess, Morticia found out my private Instagram account and saw my post of the MFB match we enjoyed two months ago".
"Who was the one who told you to delete that account?" Ivan said as he raised his hand. "Who was it, Lorenzo?" he asked sarcastically.
Lorenzo, feeling guilty, laughed at Ivan's sarcasm. "Alright, alright".
"This is what happens when you don't listen to me".
"God! You won't let me get away with it. How about I make it up to you?".
"If it means getting inside, then please hurry. My insides are freezing in this harsh cold".
"Just like you", mumbled Lorenzo.
"What was that?" Ivan spoke with pace.
"What?" Lorenzo acted confused. "Nothing".
Lorenzo teleported Ivan and himself inside Vixan-u-likun. Ivan immediately went inside to the main meeting room, where the thermostat showed a normal temperature. Ivan raised it to 91.4°F.
"That's better", he said to himself.
"Why are you messing with the thermostat, Ivan?". Ivan looked behind him to see the same woman who had left him in the cold, dead snow. "Was it too cold outside?". She asked an innocent question, yet it showed her true motive.
"Just a little frostbite on my feet for standing too long".
"I~ see~", she dragged her words with her gaze to Lorenzo, who was behind her.
In a moment, Lorenzo's gaze met Ivan's, to which Ivan responded by pointing at him. "That's the man who stole your gigantic chains of steel and brought an abandoned building from your credit card".
Lorenzo's eyebrows rose to his forehead. Morticia's glare struck through him, as if her glare were beams of lasers, and then Lorenzo would be burned by them.
"I was saving them to capture a dimensional beast. Big one, if we point at my chains". Said Morticia.
"Now look here", Lorenzo looked at her and then at Ivan, who was at the control panels, searching for 000's location. "Umm... Ivan! A little help".
Ivan just waved his hand without taking his eyes off the screen. Three red dots appeared at the center of a tall building. "It seems she has company". He further enhanced the dots, only to find red, blue, and purple traces of syrium.
"This just makes it a lot easier".