Major Anderson leaned back in his chair and savored the latest pictures from Capt Matthews.
Well done, he though to himself; two corporations down, three to go. Plus the Cartel and Brotherhood of course. Then he could concentrate on other matters…
Suddenly the room went cold and the major found himself on his knees.
“The equinox has come and gone; the summer has waned major. Where are the forces you have promised me?” a dark voice whispered.
The major struggled to speak for a moment then stammered, “I-I have done much master!” he pleaded, “in 44 days I have trained 65 units to include 5 vehicles, 7 conversions, 5 individuals and no less than seven High Value Targets!”
“Yesss, you have swollen the ranks of mankind’s, giving my master more enemies. What have you done for meeee?”
“But, we’ve learned much about them! I now know many secrets of their heroes! They are puny and weak compared to you master!”
“Fool! Of course they are! Who do you plan to train next?”
“I-I was thinking of the Mishima contract…”
“No, the time is not yet ripe, nor are Cybertronic.”
“But Imperial is too large for us to handle right now!”
“Our unwitting dupes are not my concern at this time. The Cartel. Train the Cartel. Tell me of the Doomtroopers and their ilk.”
“It shall be as you wish master!”
“Of course it will. Fail me and you shall find that my master’s brother needs men of your caliber…bodies to fill the ranks of the undead! The summer has waned Major; the autumn is rising!”
Before he could respond, Major Anderson found himself in a pool of his own vomit, shaking.
“Anderson! Get in here! We have work to do!”
