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Storm clouds rage in the sky blocking out the sunlight as rain pours down while thunder echo's after each flash of lightning.

In a sleek grey metal building surrounded by forest tree's, a faint light can be seen glimmering through a window to the inside of a dark office which is dimly lit by a light blue holographic projection of a city over a table, the quiet whooshing of an automatic door opening is heard as the soft sound of footsteps follow shortly after, as the door closes a figure passes by the projection table, the figure reaches into it's right pant pocket and pulls out a lighter while the other holds a cigarette to it's lips while the figure walks up to a shaded window that has a perfect view of the countryside from the buildings position on the mountain.

"it's just a matter of time now..."

The figure say's as it peer's out the window while it's pelted with rain, the figure ignites the lighter in it's right hand before holding it up to the end of the cigarette, the figure inhales, lighting up the end of the cigarette before it puts on a malicious grin as it pockets the lighter, the figure exhales slowly through it's mouth releasing a small cloud of white that disperses into the air as it turns and walks up to the holographic projection over the table it passed moments ago, the figure looks at the projection of the city with the same grin of malice as it sits in a comfortable chair as it inhales from the cigarette once more, causing the embers on the end to glow.

"and when that time finally comes..."

White smoke flows from the figures lips as it speaks.

"I will take control..."

The figure begins to chuckle slowly to itself, the tone of which begins to increase steadily until it turns into full out maniacal laughter as the thunderous boom of lightning rings out from the sky above, after a few minutes the figure calms down and inhales from it's cigarette once more as it looks to a dark corner of the room with a smile.

"I know you're there Storm, so, is everything going to plan?"

The figure asked as it leaned back in it's chair before it snuffed out it's cigarette in an ashtray on the arm of the chair.