Chapter 20: The Eyes of God

[Li Violette]

"I suppose so. I never knew much about it, so you are the first person with any information on demons. Do you know of any others...like yourself? I suppose there must be many in the Invisible Hand, but I don't really go around asking." I state.

I feel a little nervous. There is something about the topic that makes me feel uneasy. It is such a strange topic and one that seems so distant from what I know about myself. "I appreciate the information."

[††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove††]

"I couldn't tell you." Ceph states flatly. It has been a long time since he has worked with the Invisible Hand.. and even then, he almost always worked by himself. Any demon outside of the Invisible Hand would be difficult to track down, since most individuals with supernatural blood aren't detectable unless they recklessly use their power.

After she shows her gratitude for the information he shrugs quietly again. "It has been in my interest for awhile.. though I was under the impression that you were trying to keep it a secret.. but you didn't even know. You have a quiet demon."

Ceph's red eyes trail to the floor as he seems to put himself into thought.
"...."


If he were to obtain a contracter.. that would mean a tremendous boost in firepower for Red Infinity. Though he doesn't voice this idea.. as he isn't so sure whether or not it would be the best idea.

[Li Violette]

"I think Red Infinity is going to keep a low profile for a while due to what happened at the meeting. I will work on winning Annette Rosenthal's trust and try to look into Tristan, as you suggested. That means I have nothing for you to do right now. You can go do what you please and I will contact you if I need anything, or you can contact me if you think you know what you would like to do." I say to him.

"I'm sorry that I don't have anything for you to do right now, but I think we can just focus on recruitment for a while."

[Dinari Dollar]

(To Calithin)

"This is a nice place." Dinari compliments Max after they enter the mansion. Dinari is a little bothered by Momo and what she has been talking about...with the takeover of SOTA. He wonders if he should call Calithin about it.

"Hey, since I am just working on the blimp part of the project, why don't you two work on the sattelite part and I'll join you later. I have a call to make..." Dinari say to Max. He then excuses himself to a side room. He pulls out his cell phone and dials Calithin's number.

[Jack Kruschev]

(I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!!)
TO: ANYONE

Anthony walks into his laboratory and sits at his desk. Rubbing his eyes, he starts his computer and looks through his email.

A lot has built up in the last few days, seeing how he's been sick. His work never stopped, but he couldn't do it on an upset tummy and a pounding headache. A raging fever wasn't a symptom, but it would've been appropriate for Anthony's horrible condition.

Continuing to look through the countless messages, he hears his cell ring and reaches down to get it.

[Fitzhugh Dubois/Arah]

TO: FREAK BOY

Fitzhugh got out of the taxi and paid the driver, with a small tip. Closing the door behind him, Arah simply phased through the door.
"What was that for?" the demon asked in a demanding voice, clearly irritated.

Turning to him, Fitzhugh said, "You know what!"

Raising his hand defensively, Arah said, "Hey, cigars are bad for you. I did you a favor."

"Smoking them all is NOT a favor," Fitzhugh said as he opened his cell phone to call freak boy.

[gunther]

((Stupid storm kicked me off last night >.<))

Gunther smiled amused at Archer's response, knowing full well that even in such a society that sooner or later a bug- a glitch would emerge and threaten to undo everything the society had managed to accomplish. He didn't bother and instead nodded to Bonifaz. "Ahhh yes. Heh, the eyes of "god" indeed." Gunther said with a scoff; the mere idea of a god laughable. "I don't think that simply bombing those sites will be enough to prevent the project indefinately." Gunther replied in all seriousness.

He knew just aswell what damage a surveillance system would do to his- their plans. "They have more resources then us in the long run my friends. A project of this magnitude would most likely span more then just a few regions. We'd have to blow up almost every factory or construction site in every city to put a dent in their efforts." Gunther said adjusting his glasses so that the light gave them a sinister white shine to them.

"There most be some blueprints or schematics somewhere that we can destroy. Then like an army without a general, the factories will be useless." Gunther suggested thoughtfully; wanting to contribute as much as he could to the topic. He had another idea, but wondered how much validity it had in this. Perhaps nothing, but perhaps uploading a virus to make the Creditors go crazy was a valid idea for a diversion.

[††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove††]

Cephrien didn't really mind that there wasn't anything for him to do at the moment. It had been awhile since he had nothing to do, so he wouldn't mind a short break for a few days or weeks. He stood up staight and quietly nodded his head.

"I'll be going then." He spoke, turning around to walk himself out of the kitchen. When he got to the frame opening that led from the kitchen to the living room, he stopped and looked over his shoulder to give her one last glance from the corner of his eyes before walking out and disappearing into a shadow.

[Yasmin Seyyedi]

"I won't turn into a pumpkin." Yasmin reply quickly.

"Besides, I hate pumpkins and any food with pumpkin flavor with. So, are you stay at the house by yourself since the other people left us all alone?"

[Freak Boy]

In the chaos following the raid, Freak Boy bolted for it. Granted, he didn't think he was running from Invisible Hand operatives, he still ran quite speedily and just as aimlessly as he was quick. Being chased by flying tentacle wielding shark demons is a good motivator to run. Soon he was downtown, and he stopped running because what were once massive giants became buildings, and the rivers of blood became paved streets.

"Man... what a strange trip," he said to himself.

"You know," Trotsky said, appearing on his left shoulder with a folded newspaper, "You should really cut back on the psychadelics when you're around other rebels. Tends to hamper your ability to organize, Comrade."

"Yeah, I guess you're right..."

"You don't have to stop completely," Stalin added, suddenly appearing on his right shoulder. "Maybe just... not so much. You can still trip in meetings, just not as heavily."

"You're not helping, Iosev. If we want to get anything done, we must keep our minds clean so we may further outsmart our opressors! Why take in the poisons of our oppressors, we just play into their hands that way!"

"Yawn, boring," Freak Boy said. Without another word, he flicked Trotsky off of his shoulder and smashed Stalin into his collar bone. Both promptly disappeared. Iron Maiden came blasting from his coat pocket, startling him at first.

AaaAAAaaaaa, Ah! AaaAAAaaaaaaaaah, ah!

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships
to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.

"Oh, right... phone." He grabbed it from his pocket and promptly answered. "Yo, Freak here."

[Calithin Crest]

I'm just chillin' back at the hizzy when I hear my phone ring. I see on the called ID that it's Dinari calling and debate for a minute whether or not to answer. Dinari = geeeeeeeeez.

"Hmm..."

I sigh deeply and finally do answer. I guess it may be an emergency or something. Trouble is around every corner these days!

"Ey playa. What's going on?"

[Archer Aylmer]

"Gunther has a really good point. But ultimately, what would destroying the blue prints do? They could draft up some more. That would do just about as much good as blowing up factories. I think trying to prevent this thing from happening is a lost cause... What we instead must focus on, I think... Is how we can either A) use this to our advantage or B) make sure THEY can't use this to OUR disadvantage. Maybe if someone can some up with a... Camouflage system or... Something that scrambles the surveillance intake of the blimps. Do we know anyone like that?"

I rummage through my brain for someone I may know that seems like they could do something like that but can't seem to think of anyone. This is extremely annoying.

[~Ophelia Vespera~]

Ophelia looked as if she had just ate something terribly sour as she read the note. She lowered the note and looked at Linnea.

"Well.." Ophelia took in a deep breath and brushed one hand back through her hair, ".. Well this is certainly humiliating to say the least.."

A strip and cavity search was something she definitely wanted to avoid. She was afraid it might bring back distasteful memories of her own imprisonment years ago. But no ideas were coming to her mind on how to get out of this new dilemma and she was becoming too tired to fight her fate. At this point she figured she could take anything, and the only person to worry about was Horacio.

"But.. It is just standard procedure.. I hate to hesitate. Those prisons can devestate a life in minutes, and your friend has been in there for much longer."

Just then Kith came up behind them.

"Good... I found you..." he said, drawing both of their attention, "How are things.. Going?"

"They're going..." Ophelia replied. She recognized him from Keito's mansion. "Kith" is what Linnea had called him. She wanted to thank him for popping in at the time he did earlier when she was in trouble. But with a burning festering wound on her shoulder and the pressure building to get things done, giving thanks was 2nd on her list of things to do.
She took the note from Linnea and handed it to Kith.

"The note Mr.Keito handed to me has an order to do a strip and cavity search.. Is there anything we can do about this?" she asked softly, fidgeting with the collar of her shirt.

[gunther]

Archer did have a point, the only way that destroying the schematics would halt the process would be to ALSO remove the people that drafted the schematics; much more trouble. Now deep in thought, Gunther could actually see various scenarios that could play into their favor. "All excellent suggestions. A scrambler would probably be the most cost effective but would still require us to obtain the schematics so that whomever we get can design a device best suited for the task." Gunther said liking the idea as far as simplicity.

"One way we could use the blimps to our advantage would be to use them to broadcast a digital signal to every Creditor within range. This signal would really be a virus that will cause them to malfunction and act generally like..." Gunther bega, his voice trailing off as he watched Amelia more or less scare the poor little animal in the tree half to death. "Like her. Except abit more violent. I do know a person that could help, but the plan does have it's obvious short comings." Gunther said sighing alittle at the thought of an army of crazed Creditors; ripping everything in their path to pieces.

"Of course, we could also simply get someone in SOTA to design an aerial suricide bomber to destroy any we find. This would cause them to crash and the collateral damage they cause afterward may dissuade the parties involve to build any more." Gunther said with a sinister grin; he obviously didn't care who got hurt because of this.

[Linnea Korpela]

When Linnea saw Kith a bit more relief washed over her, she was already more confident after talking to Calithin but having Kith show up was more reassuring.
"I think what we should be worrying about is that rosary that you have," Linnea looked at her. She would hate to be caught with that, it was a sure way to never leave the prison that they were about to enter.
Linnea noticed Ophelia's fidget, she noticed it earlier too. "Are you ok? You seem like your a little preoccupied."
She wasn't sure if that was the right word to use, but she hoped that Ophelia would fess up.