[center][h1]Meanwhile...[/h1][/center]

Alarum klaxons sounded. The door was booted down. Valheimr soldiers flooded into the laboratory. 

[b]"Go, go, go!" "Lock everything down, secure the doctor!"[/b] Rang out voices muffled by helms of black steel. Hojo was brought to his knees, taken completely off-guard by the sudden raid. 

[b]"What is the meaning of this?! I have the patronage of His Imperial Majesty himself-"[/b]

[b]"Not anymore, you do not."[/b] A deep baritone cut the nasally doctor off, its speaker coming into view. He wore great and terrible armor, his mantle flowing behind him. [b]"Siren proved to be a miserable liability, only useful for powering an equally impractical Weapon. Hellfire has already been secured into our custody. The Emperor's decree is thus: no more wunderwaffen. No more spectacular wastes of man and materiel when flesh and steel secured us Arbor, secured us Osprey. No more delays while you ridiculous scientists expend Valheim's time and funds for the sake of your egos."[/b]

[b]"How dare you?"[/b] Hojo snarled up at the armored casque, practically on the verge of delirium in his ravings. [b]"Do you know who I am?! I am Hojo, tamer of Eidolons, he whose brilliance surpasses-"[/b] A gunshot. The armored general lowered his pistol, the barrel smoking as he beheld the perfect headshot in the middle of the mad scientist's forehead.

[b]"I do not care who you are."[/b] He uttered, before looking to his men. [b]"Set the charges. I want this laboratory destroyed. He will have no imitators looking to profit in his wake."[/b]