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He looked at the command console for a few seconds. Another few seconds, and he was inside the Network.

"Let's look at the recent politics..."

What he saw shocked him to the core.

((Sorry I'm late. When ever I was about to get here something came up. Sorry.))

He returned the gesture with a warm smile. "Haha thanks. Much appreciated." He promptly took the medicine and downed the water, already feeling the pain starting to lessen. "That's some pretty potent stuff! X, you shoulda told me we had some of this. I gotta get a bottle for my room."

With the boon of strength, Belg felt ready to do the impossible, despite what his body was really feeling. He smiled again. "Haha, but I doubt you came here just to deliver some medicine for me. Tell me what's happening." His face seemed locked into that beaming smile. "You can trust me."

"I trust your resources." Riyoku replied softly. "That's why we're taking down every single north american threat... in two hours." Her tone was full of determination. It was unearthly, almost.

"It will be very risky, and we will have to make many sacrifices, which include this very base most probably. But it'll be worth it." She continued, "The clones believe themselves to be the best, and such a feat they can't accomplish will cause them to be suspicious of the land bodies they are unconnected to. By destroying North America's spawning facilities and a good portion of many other sectors, we will rouse their suspicion towards each other. This will undoubtedly create a severe clone world war. And when they suffer in the aftermath, we make the final strike."

Her eyes were flashing with a light unseen from her before, "Three gates, three points. The minimum number of points to form a plane. One plane is the minimum surface needed to complete this task. You two will station yourselves near the eastern and western coast lines, a hundred miles in or so. That way the magnitude of what is to occur won't sweep you into the ocean."

"I'm going to be at a point between you. When you see the bird shaped light flare in lightning over the godstorm, that is your signal to latch your powers onto my gate."

Riyoku lowered her eyes, "From that point on, I cease to be human. I will become only gate power, and this gate and its creatures will belong to the two of you. I will belong to one of you." This is the longest she has ever spoken. She had decided that she would do anything, even destroy her own body. If the end result is the destruction of the clones.

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"This is completely insane. You don't have all the facts. Do you even know why the Perfect system has lasted for so damn long? It's because it's perfect in every possible way. No one can get into their government and work it apart. No such thing as suspicion among them. If we destroy this continent's spawning facilities, their people will just shrug and send more people in. Regard it as an aberration of the master plan. It's impossible to create a clone civil war because each compartment of the clone system trusts every other compartment completely. It's a trait all clones are born with, and one that we humans lack. Of course, they're taught to distrust us...

"The only way we'll even have a crack at unsettling them is if we simultaneously destroy all five facilities. That means ours, South America's, Africa's, Eurasia and the Australs..."

He took a few steps around.

"I've got it. We can mount a series of light skirmishes upon not the cloning facilities, but the central government. Assasinate a few important members. Blow up a few buildings, make a few holocausts...come in with a bang and leave just as fast. It'll take more time, but it'll be more effective. Less Resistance casualties. In between these attacks, we go and contact whoever we can, enlist help from other continents. Get some bio-suits. Construct blue rinses; that's our real plan. Something to wipe out large numbers of their population at a time. A disease, perhaps an ultra-fast AIDS virus. There's still no vaccine for it because it mutates so fast.

"Suicide, at this point, is not an option. There are all sorts of things we haven't tried yet. And X. You're so intent on getting yourself killed. You can do much more by living and helping us. So, what do you guys think?"

"The only reason the Perfects are called what they are, is because they are perfect...to us. No such thing as true organic perfection, or else we would've lost this war a long time ago. Their government is an exception, but this is beside the point."

He breathes in, breathes out. "That's what skirmishes are for: to buy us time. Actually, Tank...I think you're in command. Technically, I'm a mercenary; I'm a simulated sergeant, while you're a lieutenant. I read your profile. Sir."

"I'd would say, perhaps, the greater part of India and Pakistan."

"Haha, you're a smart one. Yeah, I'm slightly higher, but too be honest, I consider X at a much higher rank than me. She practically keeps this base going, single-handedly, so you can understand why." He smiled his same smile before he started listening to the two of them discuss the plans.

He decided to put in some input. "Well... This is only a suggestion. But like you said, we need some ideas." He stopped to best word what he was going to say next. "What if, instead of murdering the Perfect leaders of the world, we steal there cloning technology? I realize that's the stuff that got us in this trouble in the first place, but it can possibly fix things as well."

His tone deepened, getting more serious now. "All we have to is make them mindless drones instead of killing machines. As long as we produce more than them, we can outnumber them." His face lightened and he smiled again. "I bet anything that X could make it work. Her brain can work numbers like they're nothing."

He took a deep breath chewing on his own words. "Of course... This is only brainstorming. This plan is flawed and very dangerous. There's a chance that they have tracking devices in their equipment to keep constant tabs on it, or that we might not even get them to work. But they say good ideas come from the creatively stupid, sometimes."