> "Sir, they're here…"
> "Good, you know what to do…"
>
> "Are you sure this is a good idea Trent?"
> "It'll be fine Jackson…"
> "But we may be throwing away two billion dollars on the
>creature!"
> "And since when were you worried about money, Sidney?"
> "Look, I just hope that this creation works…"
> "…for all our sakes…"
>
> Five men walked toward a building. They were walking in a
>formation like on a die. One man in the center and four surrounding
>him. The man in the center was in an expensive gray suit, and the
>men around him were wearing black suits…and carrying H&K G36K
>Assault Rifles…
> "Those won't do anything against them!" Jackson had said.
> "It'll show them that we mean business…" Sidney said.
> "Or get them all killed…two billion down the drain…" the new
>guy said. Sakaki almost tossed a ball at the new guy…
> Regardless of what they said, Trent brought them.
> Five men walked toward a building. A large shadow loomed over
>them and they looked up. Everyone except the man in gray. Trent.
>He knew what it was. OZ-13MS. Epyon. From he sides were two more
>of the things. OZ-03MD. Virgo II. Two of them. One from each
>side. As if that wasn't enough, five more appeared from behind the
>building. Five Virgos. Model number OZ-02MD. Without much
>warning, the eight Gundams fired. The four guards fired back, but
>to no avail. They all died. In the center of the four bodies was
>Trent. He stood there in his normal stance, seemingly unaffected by
>the bloodshed. His once gray suit was more red now, but clumps of
>gray still showed.
> "Come with me…" a man said from the door of the building,
>holding a gun. Pointless. Why the hell would a gun affect him
>differently than the eight Gundams?
> After he washed up a bit, Trent was shown to the door to his
>office. Duke Dermail's office. Dermail almost looked surprised
>that Trent didn't look phased by the scene in front of the building.
> Dermail was about to say something, but Trent cut in.
> "Normally I would engage in a long conversation, but we both
>know why I'm here."
> "We do?" Dermail grinned and sat back in his chair.
> "Two billion, cash, for your partnership…"
> "Don't make me laugh!" Dermail snapped his fingers and a giant
>gun bashed through the window, pointed at Trent. Trent laughed.
> "What?" Dermail asked.
> "You didn't let me finish…" Trent sat back in his chair. "Plus
>a continent…"
> Dermail paused for a second.
> "A whole continent…" Trent said while widening his hands for
>emphasis.
> "What's the catch?" Dermail asked.
> "All you have to do is supply us with Gundams…" Trent said,
>sitting back more.
> "Then I want more money," Dermail said.
> "Two billion, in cash, no more."
> "One trillion…"
> "I don't think you see Mr. Dermail, you can raise our price.
>We could just copy the Gundam technology for ourselves and you'd be
>left with nothing. Umbrella's wasted too much time fooling around.
>We want total world domination fast. Building the Gundams ourselves
>takes time. Allying with you is the fastest way. And I'll say this
>once, we will pay no more money. When we have taken over the world,
>Umbrella will have complete control over America, Canada, and
>Europe. The Rockets want Japan, China, and the surrounding islands.
> After much discussion, you can have Asia. The rest of North
>America will be a united nation, and the other remaining continents
>will belong to some privet investors. Now Mr. Dermail, I'm
>presuming you have the proper papers…"
> Dermail sat for a moment. After a few minutes, he signaled for
>the papers to be brought over. The alliance treaty was then filled
>out and signed. The two shook hands, and then Trent left.
>
> "Well, how was the meeting?" Trent asked.
> "It went just fine…straight to business…"
> "Did he suspect anything?"
> "No Mr. Trent. He only knew what we let him know…"
> "That is good," a man said from a dark corner of the room, "for
>all our sakes…" The man turned his chair to face a window.
>
> "We never did properly introduce yourselves…" the guy said,
>putting out his hand.
> He didn't remember much except the dream. The flashback. He
>did remember, though, picking the guy up. He just awoken about ten
>minutes ago. They'd been talking for a few minutes, mainly about
>what was happening to him.
> "Akisame Kurogane," the guy said.
> "Daniel Weber," he said, taking the hand. The guy had a strong
>grip. Hurt like hell. Probably because of the moxibustion thing.
> "Why are you in this tournament?" Akisame asked.
> "Because I got on the wrong plane…" he muttered under his
>breath. Akisame didn't seem to notice.
> "I'm a Pokémon collector," he lied. "I want the Chansey…" he
>said, sitting back a bit.
> "And now, in circle one we have…" the announcer started.
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