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A motel, Demannu, 20 miles south of MMHQ
(Across the street from where Joel is finishing his burger)

A hint of red formed into the ghostly image of eyes and a nose. A hot wind blew out of the center of the circle, blowing away grains of salt. Maro's skin began to tingle painfully as unholy power seeped back into him. Even through this pinhole between worlds, the presence of his lord refueled his powers. Maro gritted his teeth as tingling pain turned to burning pain, but otherwise showed no sign of weakness. Thanatos would have killed him for showing weakness.
Then his lord spoke. "Maro Jurai..."

The demon's voice boomed and echoed within some unseen cavern, yet was almost inaudible in the motel room. The portal was too weak to let the sound through. Once Maro had tried to answer his lord by screaming loud enough to be heard through this weak portal, but the locals had complained. The police had almost caught him then. Now he had quieter, more effective methods of communication.

Y...E...S...?

Maro had found a package of large foam letters in store full of children's toys. Now he waved them one by one in front of the salt circle, where Thanatos could see them as easily as Maro could see his lord.

"An enemy comes..."

W...H...O...? The hot wind was blowing the circle away. One spot looked dangerously thin.

"You will complete the ritual..."

B...U...T...W...H...O... Maro spelled.

"It is foreseen..."

A hole finally eroded through the circle. The face of the demon vanished. Maro was left sitting in front of a pile of salt, holding a child's bath toy. He stood up and kicked at the salt angrily. "Damn... vague..." Several obscenities came to mind, but he stopped short of saying them. Thanatos might find out. Rumor was that Thanatos knew about everything his followers did. He would kill Maro for blasphemy. Maro settled with repeating the word "damn" a few times and throwing the letter away. Then he looked around his dirty room, as if he would find his enemy hiding under the bed. A shirt lay on the floor, along with a dead roach. Salt was scattered everywhere. The bed hadn't been made, and cardboard was taped over one pane of the -

There. Out the window. Maro saw the enemy exiting the restaurant across the street. How he knew it was the enemy, he couldn't say. Maybe it was the way the man swaggered like the guard in his village. Maybe it was his eyes, which surveyed the motel as if he were planning a siege. Maybe it was how he was the only man in the city wearing a wool sweater in the summer heat. Whatever it was, this man was the enemy, and he was approaching the motel. Hurriedly, Maro found a bag - a plastic bag, marked Toys-R-Us, left over from when he had purchased the foam letters - and stuffed his tools into it. He imagined he heard footsteps in the hall as he removed the cardboard from his window, and a knocking on his door as he slipped outside.

((Just reporting that I'm alive, more or less.

Oh, and is there any surviving member of my squad?))

Brian grinned, and uploaded a new module to the kernel of the new form. The nanites twitched, and for a second, Brian thought that the programm malfunctioned. Then, a map popped out of the blue in his mind, detailing several rooms and its electric outlets.
Yes...... He saw the camera, and the outlet..... He called up his programms, and fed them the adress. As it compiled, he ........

The outlet in the conference room reccieved millions of new nanites, which hung on to the power lines, slowly dripping out of the power outlet. The nanites formed the new body, and soon, it was somplete.

Brian groaned, and rubbed his head. That was most unsexy, and his head hurt. awwwwna, that hurt like.....
"Son of a Windows programmer!"
He stood up, and rubbed his head, more out of instinct then out of neccesity. He was very disoriented, and grapped firmly to the table. he looked at the black, stubble bearded man, grinned, andf shily waved his hand, thanking his talent for replicating texture to a perfection. It looked like his normal self.
"OMG, Oh hai! First!!!!1!"
He chuckeled, and sat down on the head chair of the room.
"So, what#s up? I mean, why have you called for backup? "
He folded his hands behind his head, and grinned at the man.

((
@SirBayer: Ooh! Let me say it!
*clears throat* *deep breath*

You can find out what's going on at the guild!

*thunderous applause* *takes a bow*
))

Motel parking lot, Demannu, 20mi S of MMHQ

With a crash, the door flew open, sending chips of flakeboard flying across the room. Joel hustled into the room waving a gun in one hand and a badge in the other. "Don't move!" he shouted. "You're under arrest!" His gun pointed at a black robe thrown into a corner of the closet, a large dry bloodstain on the floor, and the bare burnt-out bulb hanging from the ceiling. When Joel realized that the room was empty, he lowered the gun. Looking out the window, he saw squad cars pulling in to the parking lot. Halfway between them and him was a man dressed in black and holding a plastic bag. The cleric tried to change direction, but more police came out of hiding, forming a ring around the lot. Joel climbed out the window.

"Maro Jurai," Joel addressed the greasy-haired man, "you're under arrest."

Brian leaned back, and grinned. His thoughts rushed freely along a fine line of nanites, forming into binary orders and requests for data, which was shot back along the same routes. Brian opened his eyes, and grinned.
"Ok, I promise to make it short and painless.
First, have you ever considered the possibility that the UN is not the direct source for this job? I mean, having an enterprise eliminated and a person inhumed is kind of not the style that I would expect of the UN. On the other hands, according to some pretty interesting figures..."
He grinned as he felt that the stream of nanites had reached the middle of the desk, and formed a kind of crude replication of a monitor, with figures, numbers and statistical analystics rushing by....
"The guys in that company had a few rush ins with the local politics. I mean, for any fan of russian politics, it is kind of obvious that the oligarchs, meaning the rich bastards up there, pretty much rule the country. Now, after the era of Putin, the general direction has changed. The people become more interested in the ways of the motherland, instead in big money, and kind of align themself behind Putin. It is no miracle to the common man that Putin has the firm support of a select few oligarchs, while he openly leaves their firms out when he conducts his crusade against private enterprises, and big heaps of money lying around beyond his friends grasps. So, since this...."
He grinned, and rubbed his nose with his finger, giving the impression of thinking, while new data uploaded in his brain.
"This Kavinsky dude is on their watchdog list, for "anti russian behavior" which might have included saying no to putins requests, it might very well be that the initial mister Johnson is not the UN, but some kind of russian KGB, or something. So, all I am saying is that we would be in very much need for an insurance against double play. Not that after we wipe out the company, Putin or the comrades claim that that is a new capitalist plot to take over mother russia, and before we look, they are in world war 3 gear all for us.
Second, the height of the sum is a bit of a concern to me. On the one hand, the mission itself is kind of hard, and we are to exterminate an entire corporation, so a big sum is fitting. On the other hand, 40 billion dollars means three things.
1. it is going to be a damn hard job.
2. they are more likely to think that if we die during the mission, the dudes forces will be weakened, and he will no longer have to pay us, and if we survive we will be in the awkward position of having 40 billion dollars. In that place, I would implement a way to diversify the flow of money towards our organisation. I mean, gimme a keyboard, and I can work wonders with numbers, but that is just too much.... And the last thing we need are IRS agents knocking our door, telling us that they wanna know why we have reccieved 40 billion dollars.
3. 40 billion in payment means that there are obstacles worth at least 40 billions.
So, considering the risks with the payment, lets move on.
Third, any Ideas on how to kill an entire enmterprise? I mean, apart from the obvious fiasko from a few days before, when you triggerfingers tried to solve it? Let me guess, your plan...... nonono, tell ya what, I will sit back and enjoy your plan, and then I will tell you where the flaws are, and then I will add a few ideas in the mix, untill both you and me like it. After all, you are of higher rank then me....."
Brian grinned, and waved his nands. The monitor puffed, and disappeared through a crack in the middle of the table, disintegrating into a tiny cloud of nanites that quickly crawled back to Brian.
He grinned, put his hands behind his head, and leaned back in the chair.
"So, go on, lay out your plan for the enterprise. and don't worry, if we can deal with the enterprise, we can deal with your senseis foe. OOh, and a description of what a chaosmonger can do, how he does it, and what this guy is capable of would be very nice...."

"The Russian government is almost CONTROLLED by Kavinsky," Riku responded. "That they managed to get in support for the elimination is a miracle on it's own."

He stopped for a moment, trying to process everything Brian had said, then continued. "Also, it IS going to be a damn hard job. Kavinsky Enterprises is one of the largest corporations in the world. They have a grasp in everything from pharmaceuticals and mining to advance weapons development, and even a bio-engineering department. They have secret labs in multiple countries; THESE are the biggest targets. Finally, they have a literal army of mercenaries, as you saw first-hand during the attack. Also, the Uroboros carry out his personal designs, and as you saw, they are extremely tough to take down."

He pressed a small button, and another holo-screen popped up. "We've had several experts come up with a plan. The first thing is to eliminate his infrastructure. Kavinsky's business needs about a hundred billion a year to keep running; take out his source of income, and he'll quickly run out of cash. Second, take out his Bio Corps, the genetically modified super-soldiers. This includes the Uroboros, who are the biggest threat, and the small army of demons he managed to requisition from Thanatos. Finally, take down the Board of Directors, and then Kavinsky himself."

"Also, we have support from the U.S. Military, who will be 'lending' us their best men and technology. This means air and sea support wherever we are. Russia's also giving us some 10-kiloton tactical nukes for destroying the labs. Hopefully, we won't need them."

He sighed, then continued. "As for your last question; Chaosmongers are beings who control Chaos." He stopped, thought for an explanation, then continued. "In advanced physics, you're told about the particles that make up subatomic particles, quarks and such. Well, there is eventually a point where even the best of science cannot go further. That is where Chaosmancy comes in. Chaos is the substance that makes up all matter and energy. It can't be detected by any equipment; it can only be sensed by those attuned to it."

"Chaosmongers can manipulate Chaos at it's lowest form of energy, meaning they can control matter down to the SUB-atomic level. More advanced Chaosmongers can rearrange the way Chaos is organized in something, changing it completely, like turning energy into matter, or turning lead into gold. The most powerful ones can even create life; though of course, they can't embue it with a soul. It's essentially a super-advanced form of alchemy."

"Yuri is a very advanced Chaosmonger; he's even learned total existence failure, or converting something completely back into Chaos, effectively erasing it from existence. I also am a Chaosmonger, but a very low-level one, and I can't even fully control Chaos. The problem with Chaos is the sheer mental strain it takes to wield it; there have been those who went insane trying to control beyond their level of understanding, and some have been killed due to overexposure. Since Yuri seems to have almost total control over his power, he will be the most difficult to beat."

"But there is a weapon that can beat him; the Emperium Blade. It drains Chaos with each attack; if we can find it, and use it to weaken him, we can kill him."

Brian grinned, and nodded emphatically.
"Very well thought homes, let me take it from here. So, if that K-guy really relies that much on money, we can surely make it go away.
I can primarily think of three ways.
One, we start taking down the advantage. Basically, my idea would be that we give them so much trouble like they had in years. basically, a three stafged plan. First, I check out how they handle the low level computer acess. you know, sysops of the regional shoestring production firm, and so on. second stage, I visit each and every hacker board I know at the least frequented time, and tell them that there is a big password change, and they should try out the passcodes I gave them. Basically, it would cause thousands of hackers to enter the computers at the same time, possibly hunderds of botnets at once springing into action, all trying to get a grip of the secrets stored in there. The only problem to this alternative would be to time it correctly, because we do not want all of the hackers and scriptkiddies to show up there in a tickling stream, we want them to show up there in one big hairy unwashed stampede, taking down everything standing in their way. Stage three would be to simply wait it out, keep the security off their backs, and watch as the kiddies play. 90 % of them will proilly just wereak havoc in the systems, but the really advanced guys will copy everything they find, and sell it on the black market. My first plan was to simply do all the work myself, and email it to the ceo's of the enterprises that rival the company, but what the heck, this way, it is more destructive, advanced and ready to go.
option two would be to launch an avalanche.
basically, stage one, we ammass as much capital as we can get, and invest it in kavionsky stock. Of course, through several thousand straw identitys. Stage two, we beginn to sell the stock. Some on the price, some under the price. Like we know a secret. The price will plummet, and instantly cause the watchdogs to sell their own stock. So, we send the stock into a plummeting downwards spiral, reaching for the low points.
Stage three. While we straw out some stories about horrible lawsuits coming their way, we can simply cause some of our high friends to buy as much of the low stock as they want to. So, just as an example....."
He grinned, and scratched his head.
Say we use the 40 billions as a prime stock. I use 40 millions much more comfy for the stage one attack. so, we invest 40 million dollars in the stock, at current market price. which would eaqual a lot of stocks, let's just say, for the benefit of numbers, we get around 400 thousand stocks. that would equal roughly the aequivalent of 0,1 percent of the total value. then, we begin to sell it, sometimes till 50 % lower then the market place. basically, let's settle for a total of 25 % loss to our invested billions, which would leave us with 30 million dollars. Since the stock works in the way that they declare the price so they can get the most stocks moved, so they can cut the biggest chunks out of it, the nominal price of the stock drops. Let's say, to about 50 % of the nominal value. Now, we watch as the other stockholders look at their stocks of kavinsky, which untill reccently have been a good steadily raising stock, and deccide to sell it before it looses all the wealth. Now, we have the price at about 100 $ per stock, which is about...... 75 % of the original value. Now, we invest the money back into the system, thereby steadily buying up all available stocks in a hurry. We can use some serious mainframe data for that, just like the one I have created to serve the mishaps. So, we reinvest our 30 millions, equalling 30.000.000 $, which would give us 300.000 Stock options, if not more. Then, we offer the stock options we have collected, which would be a little bit more, considering the price is nice and slow then, back to the biggest competitor for about triple the price we had in mind, while strewing out some talk that the biggest competitor is merging with the company, thus skyrocketing the price of a stock option, and making it more difficult for the company to buy back the stocks itself. so, at that point, we could easily sell them 30 % of all the stocks available on the free market, thus buying them one third of the board of directors, and as far as the freely available data goes, a direct majority. so, when the swine get their hands on the competitor, it is only a matter of minutes before they want to buy and disintegrate the entire complex, stripping it barer then a cheap hooker at a drinking contest.
so, after we have done that, the company and the entire security forces will be on a very lowered payroll. Let's assume the guy looses about 3/4 of his private army, since he cannot keep them payed. Since they are mercanerys like us, they do not fight for a principle, they fight for their paychecks. So, the most hated man in the entire russian land has a small army force now.
So, basically, now he has a grue on whoever caused all of this, right? Ok, lets say he is now singled out, nobody wants to be his friend anymore, and he feels like crap.
Now, we can rush in on the houses he still posesses. I think that is where you triggerfingers come in. basically, blast him to pieces, or whatever you do..... I mean, I am not really a fighter now, must have caught something like the flue or wossname...."
He grinned helplessly, and leaned back.
"well, as for this chaosmonger, that guy is prolly more your speciality....So, basically, what I could immagine is that you just have to give him a task seemingly so simple that will turn out so nasty that he overlodes himself. I mean, if he has the ability to dismaterialise things at will, He could just ******** you up before you can swing the sword one time, right? Just remember that we got payed for two things. 1. destroy the company and kill kavinsky, and two, kill that chaosmonger.... I would be most happy if we only had to do that. "
He looked at the seemingly puzzled guy, and smiled.
"Are you not feeling well?"

Larry rolled his eyes and shook his head. While the ninjas and Girl Scouts dithered about questioning their existence as lackeys to a cause they didn't even understand, Larry slipped the key with the number of Cyrith's cell into the lock and turned it. Quickly, he pushed the door in and to the side, sliding it open. "NOW! GET UP!" he yelled at Cyrith who had caught himself in a state of broken-record singing.

SMACK! "Snap out of it." Larry commanded, before turning his head towards the cell block "Hey out there! You girls better prepare a stretcher! Cause I ain't goin' out without spoilin' for a fight and you're gonna need it!"

He reached behind his waist and pulled out the pistol from MMHQ. "Here, bud. Take this!" he said tossing it to Cyrith, after which he cocked his machine gun. Boldly, he stepped outside and in full view emptied a few rounds into the alerted cell block guards.

Little did they know that on the far side of the facility, where there was now much less security, the Cheesemason was preparing a little surprise.