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[b][u][h1]Chapter 3: Caro-Kann[/h1][/u][/b][/center]
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[b]Time: Near Noon
Location: An unknown warehouse on the docks, Lost Haven, Maine[/b]
Ever since they had introduced themselves into Scott Hunter’s life, the Eye of Osiris began to mobilize in the city. Through the proxies of the Penose, the Haitians and other organized crime outfits, mass movement of equipment was shipped outside of the country and were stored in the warehouses across Lost Haven and Crown Ridge. While there were plans in motion elsewhere, everywhere else in North America was still needed to be prepared and the equipment coming in was certainly a part of those plans. While a lot the mobile turrets used in taking over facilities owned by the Hounds of Humanity were still in boxes waiting to be shipped to facilities across the continent, those that had been used and activated were finally operational to counter any of the known metas and heroes in the area.

[i]Everything is going according to plan,[/i] Dullahan thought as he inspected one of the warehouses for the current shipments that were outbound. The deal he made with Richard Midas had been hugely beneficial in getting the ball rolling for getting his plans together, especially with the Daybreak prototype now scurried away to a secure location. And while there was no news on the whereabouts of Kayla Mason in the city, the Eye leader knew that it was only a matter of time before his new partner would give the results that Anhur had failed to obtain. Though the Urn of Souls is important for his plans to be acted out, it wouldn’t do well if the foundations of the plan weren’t in place. With Midas having the bracelets that would prevent the effects of the artefact from poising any risk, any plans in the future will snowball from this one.

[color=8a0f0f]”Soon, everything will fall on your head, [i]Icon,[/i]”[/color] he muttered under his breath, eyes looking down into a large crate. [color=8a0f0f]”Everything you have ever cared for, everything you have loved. Your whole [i]legacy[/i] will crash down on your head. Only then will your retribution be fulfilled.”[/color]

Everything in the warehouse he was in suddenly grew dark. With him knowing that the day had only begun, Dullahan began to walk out of the warehouse to see what it was. He looked on as he witnessed an asteroid was sent down towards the city. Taking everything to stock, his gaze shifted slightly to see an enormous space craft dwarfing the asteroid flying overhead. He gritted his teeth as thoughts of his plans being thwarted by a sudden space invasion and that everything he accomplished would have been for naught as his entire operation would be obliterated by the asteroid.

Those thoughts quickly dissipated as an anger swelled up in him. Though no one could really see what was happening, but the range of the leader’s eyesight saw in broad daylight the hero of Lost Haven flying up to the asteroid and attempted to slow it down. He watched as Icon, through great difficulty, manage to slow it down and eject it to space. Dullahan’s vendetta was still on, but his anger was now focused on the giant spaceship as smaller ships started to fly from it to presumably begin their assault.

“Dullahan, what are your orders.” The leader’s gaze shifted towards his bodyguard, Sobek. The man had remained vigil by his boss’s side, not wavering in emotion.

The leader’s gaze turned back towards the ship in the sky. Slowly, his right hand clenched into a fist as the atmosphere turned to dread. [color=8a0f0f]”Relocate Operation Aegis resources. Put both enforcers in charge of that operation and send them to protect Midas Industries from our uninvited guests, with either of them to act as Midas’s bodyguard.”[/color]

Sobek was already on the phone, sending the message to Sekhmet and Montu to get Operation Aegis, an ongoing operation to protect important assets or people. After a moment, the bodyguard turned back to his boss. “All done. Anything else?”

[color=8a0f0f]”I want half of what is left to defend the facilities under our control to prevent any unwanted takeover. For the other half…”[/color] His gaze remained trained on the ship, his red eyes glowing hot with the intensity of his anger. In his clenched fist, it shifted as the ghoulish handle of the whip materialized before each of the spinal segments of the whip itself snaked out to come to life.

[color=8a0f0f]”The others will will head into the city itself. These invaders dared to try and ruin my divine retribution. We will send them a message that they made a fatal error in crossing me.”[/color]