[i]The figure materialized inside of the room, his cloak down from his head. On his back, a sword and an assault rifle, at his hips, two magnums. On his left leg, a bowie knife sat fixed in a boot sheath, and on his shoulder, a khukri was prominently visible. The armor was eerily familiar to that of the man who had once earned a reputation for ruthlessness across the dimension and several others. Some minor details had changed, for the figure now carried two regular bandoliers rather than two .50 caliber bullet belts. The mask the man wore was similar as well, identical in structure, different in paint scheme. The eyes still glowed an eerie blue, but the mask was all black, save for three wide gashes across the left side of the figure's face, the inside of which were bright white, made to look as if a skull was beneath the black. Across the left side of the mask, the words "FORGIVE ME MAMA" had been etched. No longer was the insignia of the cobra on the man's left shoulder pauldron, no longer were the cards on his right. All he bore were the same old Marine Corps dog tags, and two new insignia, that of a rook chess piece, and that of a howling wolf.[/i] You called? [i]His voice was calm, American, metallic. He sounded like a younger version of his father.[/i]

The major sets down the file, opening it the contents are photos and files. His next assignment. "The rebels have recently been receiving large shipments of heavy weapons and, we believe, amp suits. The man providing them is causing quite a bit of trouble for us. This needs to end, I don't care how. The man and the shipments need to be denied to the rebels. Keep civilian casualties to a low and if you get caught, I might be able to spring you but I can't promise anything."

[i]He looks over the images and the documents, mentally noting the details provided. Looking back up to you, he asks a question.[/i] What kind of armaments is the suit packing? How many do they have currently?

"That we don't know. The rebels can't afford to buy more than five units by most conservative estimations, but the provider may have given a few for free."

Any clue as to where they're hiding out?

"Mar Sara, that's as far as we could track the shipment."

Understood. Anything else you'd like to mention?

"Not unless you have information I don't. If you're concerned about payments, I think you find our money is the only legal currency. 3.5 mil, waiting to be wired to your account."

Good man. Do you have a preference, as to dead or alive? Do you want the machines intact?

"I'd prefer if the machines were destroyed and the man were no longer a threat. I prefer to leave the exact methods to the artist."