Revolutionary Suicide

[Hope98]

I drop my book and sit there in a stupid silence. I was fairly certain he had died.

"You...are alive?" I ask in confusion and a little fear as well.

The book actually wasn't very good.

[Eliza Cady]

Eliza opens the English-style double doors and makes her way to her wooden desk. She sits slowly into her soft-backed desk chair and motions with her hand for Stephen to take a seat.
Last Wave has been open for 7 years but only secretly. Up untill three weeks ago did we resurface.

[Lady Violet]

I return to my office early and get back to work. Some thoughts of guilt linger about Erika. What I did was very wrong. But this project is too important. I can't dwell on the wrong things I do when there are so many problems in the world. I am not perfect and I make bad decisions at times. Maybe this was one of those instances. But what is done is done, and all that matters is the project.

[Chai Ling]

I search the city for Leon, but find that he is nowhere to be found. It seems clear that the demon indeed took him to Red Infinity. I don't know who I can go to. If only Eternal Light was still active.

[Sayuka]

I recieve an email from Bassarov stating that he is interested in holding meetings the second Sunday of every month. This is excelent news. I am glad that we are finally becoming a little more organized.

I leave the rebel base to find Guevarra or Tahti Punainen, to make sure that they know about the meetings.

[Artemis]

Oh, Damascus! Why do you insult me so? I am not displaying my uselessness. I merely want to make good due of my time off. Cleaning up cities is no mere task and... well... I want to see what all the other dragons talk about when they say you are all powerful.

The fact that Damascus could be related to Ares never clicked in her head. As far as Artemis knows, Damascus is about... 100 years older than she is. To her, this means that, while he is at a higher level, she is almost as strong as he is.

I merely wanted to test the rumor myself.

[Aung San Suu Kyi]

I take a walk around St. Petersburg. It is so cold. It reminds me of my long cold sleep. I shiver and rush back to the Ministry of Peace. In my warm office, I try to forget the cold that haunts me.

[Dr. Andrea Murdock]

Dr. Murdock smiles at Huey.

"Oh, not yet. He'll crack eventually of course. I'm experimenting with a new style, that focuses less on physical pain, and more on psychological manipulation. I think it might prove more effective."

The Huey clone makes her uncomfortable. She was very supportive of the Mao and Stalin cloning programs, but Huey P. Newton and Leon Trotksy are dangerous. Their ideals were more radical, and more closely matched Bassarov's. They are less easily controlled. Perhaps she will have one of them purged later, to prove a point.

Of course, since she is a master actress, she does not even let a hint of these feelings cross her face.

She pauses.

Dr. Murdock turns to Cheshire. "I'm sorry, allow my to introduce myself. My name is Dr. Murdock. I am the head of the Ministry of Information, and I am responsible for preformance reviews. I'd like to review your ministry."

"Three days to respond. Three demerits regarding efficiency," she states in her usual cool, collected manner. She takes out her palm pilot and takes notes. It is far more efficient than her usual pad of paper and pencil.

[Elisabeth "BB" Wolfe]

BB had slipped out of Mischa's apartment quietly. She would have to catch up with him later.

She walks down the streets to a teleportation booth. She has just opened an e-mail from Eliza.

She enters the code into the booth, and arrives at the base in the Virgin Islands.

She walks up to the doors of Eliza's office, and knocks.

[Raz Nili Ze'ev]

Raz telepathically speaks to Ezra.

Montaille seems nice. Soft, but nice.

"Once we have established a larger group, we will need a meeting place. Or, we could rotate, and have meetings at each other's bases. That might get a little complicated after we get more members though," Raz says to Montaille.

"We will also decide on a name for the organization at the first meeting."

[Phillippe Montaille]

"As difficult as it may be, we may want to have several meeting places, so as to decrease our chances of being discovered. As far as ze name is concerned, it must be somezing to signify our unity and solidarity."

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter snaps awake screaming, just like the last time he tried to sleep. But the end... the end had been different. The demons and the blood and the screams in his mind were the same, but this time the flash of silver hair seemed longer, more real. He felt like he'd seen that before but he couldn't remember where.

And then... a pink rose. A pink rose surrounded by words he could not read. They were plain to see, but he could not understand them. A pair of wings had been hovering over the rose, slowly flapping. It made not sense at all, it was nothing like the rest of the nightmare.

Wiping cold sweat from his forehead, Peter stands on slightly shaking legs. Whatever it ment, it must have been something important. He had to find out what. "I've got to find Hope... she can't just run off and hide when there's trouble anymore."

[Raz Nili Ze'ev]

"Of course. However, a main base wouldn't be hard to pull off. We expect the new Tel Aviv base to be finished in two months. Perhaps a name that refrerences the ancient United Nations would be good. The United Nationalist Organization maybe..."

[Mary Warren]

Mary emerges from a thin wisp of smoke, and appears before Peter.

"Hello Peter."

[Noe "Ghost" Carlson]

Noe is suddenly standing in Violet's office, facing the door, his back to Violet. He looks around, narrowing his eyes slightly, apparently confused by his new surroundings.

After a moment he sees Violet and turns to face her. "Well, I didn't except that... sorry to barge in like this, sometimes I find myself in the strangest places. Still... there's usually a reason why I appear someplace..."

Noe taps his lips with one of his fingers and smiles slightly, "Oh yes, the operator. I wanted to know if everything went smoothly. So sly of you, by the way, keeping the identity of the parents to yourself. Still, it's a shame. I would have dearly loved to know the genetics involved. Such art and form in the union of two genetic codes."

The Director of the LIF walks closer to Violet's desk, looking at the papers and files that cover the whole surface. "As busy as always I see. Oh, by the way," Noe looks up to meet Violet's eyes, "You should know, we're preparing to test a new machine in the near future. It's likely to... catch your attention. But you have our word that nothing will be harmed."