JP - Receiving the 'I am Min Chang' Video

Riven nodded and hid his pendant beneath his shirt. “That’s why I want to help her…”

Frisk patted Riven on the shoulder. “Do you know what he smells like? Years ago Klaire got some fabric that had his scent on it, I think it was from his bed or something.”

“What? Canestone? Yeah…I’ll never forget his stink…” Riven shuddered in disgust.

Frisk nodded. “The more metas with an enhanced sense of smell that know his scent the better.”

“I know you mean well, but…that guy really smells bad.” Riven said with a grin, hoping she would enjoy the joking manner.

“I can’t imagine that man smelling good.” Frisk said.

“I don’t think anyone can,” Riven chuckled. “It’s nice seeing you and Delilah are still in good health.”

“Healthy living.” Frisk said. “And keeping active. Some more active than others.”

Riven raised an eyebrow. “You still got your old car?”

“Yeah, of course.” Frisk smiled. “Trevor is still running strong.”

“Abraham owes me $20 then.” Riven said with a grin.

“Ami’s great-grandchildren are going to learn to drive with Trevor, that car will outlast us all.” Frisk said.

“I hope so,” Riven said. “You take good care of a car and it takes good care of you. Right?”

“I just give him love, gas and an oil change when I have time.” Frisk shrugged. She had no clue how much secret work Delilah had put into her car.

“Got ya,” Riven said, not convinced. He had his suspicions, but was not going to bring anything up. “Anyway, I’ll help with those whole Canestone clones thing, okay?”

"Sure." Frisk smiled. "We'll need all the help we can get."

"I figured as much." Riven yawned and stretched.

Frisk's phone buzzed with a notification. She looked at her phone and her face darkened before turning her phone so the screen faced the floor. She cursed. "He already found another victim."

Riven’s ears instantly went straight up, eyes full of rage. “He what?! That Fucker…”

"He was arrogant enough to torture her on video." Frisk glanced at her phone before quickly turning it away with a flinch. "It's already going viral as 'the Return of the Georgian Tough Skin Man'... The anti-metas are going to have a field day. I don't know if she's still alive or not." Frisk forced herself to look at her phone and skipped to the end of the video. The girl was covered in blood and GCS brands. She was barely conscious as Clonestone dragged her into a dog crate.

Delilah walked up to them, wondering why they were still here and blinked as she noticed the phone. “Jesus!” She blurted. “This bastard!”

“Yeah.” Frisk sighed. “I should give Tzeitel a head’s up about this, I don’t want her finding out about this sick fucker torturing a girl on camera on her own- much less seeing it. The video has already gone viral as ‘Return of the Georgian Tough Skin Man’.”

“Vulgar…” Delilah said with a sigh. “You go ahead and let her know. I’ve got some things to handle with the helicopters.”

Frisk nodded. She exited the video on her phone and called Tzeitel’s cell.

Riven looked at someone as they rushed up to him and spoke in whispers. With a low growl, he left with them and soon would be leaving with a small group of Underground members.

Frisk watched Riven go as she waited for Tzeitel to answer her phone. When Tzeitel did answer, it was clear from Frisk’s end of the conversation that Tzeitel was not taking the news well.