The plan had gone exactly according to the plan, of course as the plan was laid out it was possible for the enemy to have a counter plan, however this was thought of in advance and so a plan was made to counter the plan that would've been devised to counter the original plan. It was then thought that if the enemy were to think that there was a plan to counter their plan, that they would have devised a plan to counter that plan. So it was planned to commence the original plan to foil the counter counter plan that they undoubtedly had in place. As he sat in the head researcher's office, The Doppelganger mused over how that was needlessly complicated. The head researcher in question, having no knowledge of aforementioned plans, was still about to shit a square brick. "We were w-warned about you, h-h-how could you b-be worse th-than what we were t-t-told to expect? We-" [url=http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0alark2lx1rqr624o1_400.gif]The Doppelganger proceeded to cut him off with a gesture[/url] "Hold on there Mr. Stutter, you were warned, about me specifically?" The research director gave the universal look that stated that he said too much. The Doppelganger continued "So, you're saying, that you were warned about me, and yet you settled on these scraps of trash you found [i]bellow[/i] the barrel? Frankly I'm utterly [i]insulted[/i], you thought that I was worthless? That I couldn't handle a few token security guards and automated defenses? That I didn't have an entire team of people that are really good at murdering other people at my beck and call? Who the FUCK warned you? WHO!?" he leaped to his feet and his hands slammed onto the researcher's desk, emphasizing his words. The Head Researcher, for the life of him, could not remember, The Doppelganger was not amused. "So you we have a rodent, scurrying along the cracks, now isn't that lovely. Now you're going to tell me something you can remember, why did you acquire the weapons." "We-we tried to harness their power, confirm the st-t-t-ory" "You do realize, that they only work when somebody with the right genes touches them, right? You were told this correct?" "C-correct" "Then why the fuck were you trying to break the rules? And with what? That useless green paper people like you seem to love to flaunt about with, you realize that you can't force through the [i]building blocks of the universe[/i] with money right? You're not serious are you? What? You're serious? What the hell is wrong with you, are you THAT soft, and THAT used to your pathetic little society where everything can be bought? Time to learn about something that you can't change kiddo, better pay attention because class is in session" With that said he flipped the desk over to its side, and yanked a [url=http://orig13.deviantart.net/c181/f/2008/060/2/8/ice_daggers_by_exanju.jpg]blade[/url] from its sheath. It pulsed with a malevolent energy, a piece of equipment granted to all captains of Ragnarok. "This little toy here is like those weapons you tried to research, not exact, but its enough for mere mortals such as me to use, care to see what it does?" Before the man could so much as think to react, the blade was plunged into the soft flesh underneath his mouth, cutting off a terrified yelp into a confused gurgle as blood frothed forth from an ever increasing gap. The Doppelganger twisted it out then proceeded to stab him in the chest, with practiced precision he pierced the heart once, twice, and on the third he left it embedded. Afterwards it didn't take too long for the dead man to stop thrashing. then the blade immediately set to work. The body gradually shriveled and decayed as its soul was absorbed into the corrupted metal. Finally, the body was rendered a desiccated husk. Telling him that it was safe to remove the knife. [i]Nice of Raggy to give me such a nice toy to play with[/i] The Doppelganger thought as he placed it back into its sheath. As he closed the door to the office and locked it, another researcher approached him and saluted. "I take it everything's prepared?" "Yes sir" He looked at the nearby window and saw the reflection of the head researcher staring back at him. Ragnarok seemed to enjoy giving away free toys, such as these camouflage suits that could mimic nearly any appearance. "Remember, the target is to be kept alive, only use lethal weapons if we run into a snag" "Already understood" "Good" [i]And now, I wait[/i] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Marcus couldn't decide if these natives were stupid, or just crazy. [i]Probably the latter, most tend to run when they see your face[/i] [i]I wouldn't blame them[/i] He stood still for a moment, surveying the crowd around him, before scanning through their minds. One in particular stood out, the woman who thought that he was.... a goddess. [i]what[/i] Regardless, her mind was more.... spacious, than that of a normal being, and he only knew of one race that had a mind that felt that way. [i]Another tribal, great[/i] [i]Another indeed, this will be fun[/i] [i]Hopefully she won't get herself shot this time[/i] He cleared his throat, to stop the endless chatter over his identity, and at once cancelled out the projection of darkness. "I'm no god" he said simply, as he unsheathed Raiden from his back, pointing the tip of the blade straight at the archon heir. "But you and I need to talk"