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2017 a.t.b., Narita. The battle between the Britannian army and the Black Knights was clearly in the favor of the Black Knights, as the Guren Mk. II destroyed enemy after enemy with the Radiant Wave Surger. Alistair was surveying the battle from the Knightmare carrier VTOL in the skies above.

Alistair: Guren is wrecking ass. That thing's a beast.
Tokyo Maverick: How long do you think it'll take for Cornelia to encounter them?
Alistair: Don't know. I wanna find out, though. I'm prepping the S-850, in advance.

2015 a.t.b., Idaho. Alistair woke up and noticed that Alison wasn't around. He walked around the nearby city and saw that there was nobody wandering the streets, no cars in traffic.

Alistair (Age 14): What the hell's going on?
Mysterious Male Voice: So, you're the vigilante...

Alistair looked behind him and saw that two cyborgs were standing there, waiting for him. Both cyborgs had some form of heterochromia, one having a bright green eye, and the other with a bright orange eye.

Sigma: Look at him. Not a single speck of ambition. Isn't he just disgraceful, Garuda?
Civility AI Garuda: Well, he managed to piss off California, by destroying one of her knives. What say you, vigilante?
Alistair: I think that you two are part of Civility.
Sigma: Well, now! A little vocal evolution, on your part. Unlike you, however, AIs don't age.
Alistair: Did you seriously just give that information away?
Sigma: Well, shit, I didn't think that you didn't know that we weren't cyborgs.
Garuda: Smooth move, Sigma. I suppose you can add "talkaholism" to your repertoire of learning from Hawking.
Alistair: So, you personally work for Hawking?
Garuda: And, I just did it, too.
Alistair: Tell me, Garuda, where's Tex?
Garuda: We kidnapped her, to lure you out.
Sigma: If you want her back, you do as we say.
Alistair: Really, now?
Sigma: Way I see it, you've got two choices: work with us, or you and Tex die.
Alistair: I choose option number three: kill the both of you.
Garuda: There...isn't a third option...
Alistair: That's why I'm gonna make one.

Alistair drew his Desert Eagles and opened fire on Sigma and Garuda. As the bullets collided with the cyborg's bodies, they fell to the ground.

Sigma: (groans in pain) This...is why I don't possess people.
Garuda: (in pain) Yeah. I can see that.
Alistair: Oh, yeah. You're AIs. Where are you located?
Sigma and Garuda: (in unison) Too deep.
Alistair: Figures. A bulletproof casing, even inside a robotic body.
Sigma: Oh, you're kidding me! I can't move!
Garuda: Me neither.
Alistair: Mook bodies?
Garuda: (sighs) Yep.
Sigma: Well, this sucks.
Garuda: Just take Tex back.
Alistair: Where is she?
Garuda: In that truck, next to the store.

Alistair approached the truck and opened the back door. The entire trailer was empty, no sign of Tex, whatsoever.

Alistair: Are you sure about that?
Garuda: Well, she was tied up! How the hell is she gone!?
Sigma: (inhales through teeth) Ooh...
Garuda: Sigma, what did you do?
Sigma: I...kinda told Hawking what we were doing.
Garuda: You ambitious dumbass.
Alistair: (walks back to Sigma and Garuda) So, Hawking has her?
Garuda: Well, this ambitious little dipshit over here snitched, and Hawking's probably going to go see her.
Alistair: So, who else kidnapped her?
Garuda: The epitome of Inspector Javert.
Alistair: Zanzibar.
Garuda: Considering that this is Hawking we're talking about...

Meanwhile, at Raven Rock, Alison woke up in a prison cell, and Hawking was standing outside of the cell.

Hawking: (excited) Hey, Tex! You still a failure, and shit?

Back at Idaho, Alistair continued listening to the information Garuda was giving him.

Garuda: ...He's not very subtle.
Alistair: It can only go about so well.
Garuda: She can probably break out, on her own. Probably screw up Hawking's plans, in the process.
Alistair: I'm actually surprised that Civility made talking AIs.
Garuda: Well, we're clones of an AI called Alpha. The ones you're talking about are clones of us.
Alistair: Clones of clones?
Sigma: There are some of us that don't like Hawking, or Civility. There's Delta, Epsilon, Wyvern, Alpha, wherever he is.
Garuda: Don't know about the twins, though. Eta and Iota have been mute, the whole time.
Sigma: Makes you wonder how North and South can handle that. They can't translate silence.
Alistair: Why tell me this, at all?
Sigma: We've got nothing better to do, since we can't do jack shit to you.
Alistair: Fine, then. I'm gone. (walks away)
Sigma: Well... Now what?
Garuda: We couldn't kill Wake, and now we're stuck.

Sigma and Garuda heard metallic footsteps approaching their bodies, and immediately recognized the person.

Garuda: I'll be damned.
Sigma: Oh, he is dead, now.

Back at Raven Rock, Marsh Sears entered the prison and found Hawking laughing in the room, filled with the corpses of Enclave soldiers and officers.

Sears: What happened?!
Hawking: (while laughing) She killed, like, 15 guys. Oh, good lord...
Sears: Tex?! Why didn't you stop her!?
Hawking: What can she do to me? It was too entertaining, man!
Sears: What did she do!?
Hawking: I actually forgot about her super strength. She ripped the bars down and wrecked these fools. I got knocked back, but it didn't do jack. Mephisto.
Sears: Okay, better question: what did you do?
Hawking: (stops laughing) I just struck up a conversation.
Sears: How did it start?
Hawking: "Hey, Tex! You still a failure, and shit?"
Sears: You just enjoy pissing people off, don't you?
Hawking: I'm evil! What do you expect!?
Sears: (opens cellphone) I'm going to call security. Let's hope she didn't make it far.
Hawking: Long gone, dude.
Sears: It's Sears. Have you located Agent Texas? (pauses) She didn't. She freaking didn't! (pauses) She did. She did! (closes phone) She took Wyvern.
Hawking: Wyvern? He was here?
Sears: No one tells you anything, do they?
Hawking: Nope! I could care less.
Sears: Well, good thing that only Wyvern was taken. Oh, wait! She also took a shitton of high grade military equipment, as well as the location of Alpha and other AIs!
Hawking: Ooh! This shit's getting interesting!
Sears: Also, I wanted to tell you something, before I got into this room. Mercer's gone rogue. He killed Civility scientists and took a bunch of AIs and implanted them into his body.
Hawking: You just gotta love Metastability. Such a beautiful thing. Such power, such skill... Such insanity.
Sears: You mean to tell me that Mercer is going to become a Meta!? Did you know?!
Hawking: You can never predict Mercer. He's just like me. When I saw him, for the first time, I knew he was just a little me. A mini-me.
Sears: Well, Tex has stepped up her game. Last year, she only took Epsilon. God knows where he is, now.
Hawking: She's just taking useless, disappointing AIs? Not that crippling, Sears.

As Alistair returned to his hideout, he suddenly felt as if he wasn't alone.

Male Voice: (yawns) Wow. I've been out for a while...
Alistair: I don't know if you realize this, but you're trespassing.
Male Voice: Wait, where the hell am I? Who the hell said that?
Alistair: That question goes for you, too.
Male Voice: Hey, you're not a cyborg. How the hell am I...? Tex! That adorable badass! She saved my freakin' life! Okay, where's the projector...?
Alistair: What the hell are you talking about?

Immediately, a small blue hologram of a man appeared in front of Alistair.

Epsilon: Hey, there. I'm Epsilon.
Alistair: An AI? How are you here?
Epsilon: Tex must have put in some equipment into that prosthetic arm of yours. Didn't know anybody used Rakshata's design for cybernetic prosthetics.
Alistair: I assume you're an AI that hates Hawking's guts.
Epsilon: Yeah. How do you know about me?
Alistair: Sigma and Garuda spilled their guts. They were using mook bodies.
Epsilon: Wow. Really? Two pistols, huh? What are those, Desert Eagles?
Alistair: Yeah.
Epsilon: So, you went all Red Hood on 'em? Badass.
Alistair: Couldn't kill them, though. Don't have any EMPs.
Epsilon: Damn. So, where's Carolina?
Alistair: An Agent of Civility?
Epsilon: Wait, you two didn't meet? What about York, or Florida?
Alistair: No. I've only met California.
Epsilon: That pseudo-bisexual? You ever wondered how she could be tan and redheaded, at the same time?
Alistair: So, I didn't kill Agent York, then?
Epsilon: Someone was going around, saying he was, huh? Nice work.
Alistair: What do you know about Civility's operations?
Epsilon: Well, I know that certain Agents in Civility are going against Hawking, and have hired some elite mercenaries. A dude simply named "Knight". Said to keep an eye out for an Alistair Wake. Tell the kid that he said "hi".
Alistair: I don't know any "Knight".
Epsilon: So, you're Alistair? Knight's been looking for you, along with his cool gunslinger friend, "Ocelot".
Alistair: Don't know that name, either.
Epsilon: Weird, though... Where's Tex?
Alistair: Garuda and Sigma kidnapped her, then Zanzibar. She's probably breaking out, as we speak.
Epsilon: Huh. And, if Knight knows you, doesn't he know where you are?
Alistair: I've got a feeling that he does.

Alistair opened the front door, and an entire group of mercenaries aimed their guns at Alistair. A helicopter was hovering above the hideout.

Epsilon: Uh... We come in peace?
Alistair: I don't think that's gonna work.
Mercenary: Boss, we've identified the target.
Mercenary Leader: (over radio) Is it him!?
Mercenary: It's Alistair Wake. Epsilon's with him, as well.
Knight: Awesome! Just bring him to base. Peacefully. Don't aim your guns at him. The Knightmares screwed him up enough, as it is.
Mercenary: Uh...
Knight: You're aiming your guns at him, aren't you?
Mercenary: Yeah...
Knight: Alistair! Can you hear me? Just let me explain, man!
Alistair: Say goodnight.

Alistair threw a grenade at the group, and an electric explosion knocked out the mercenaries. Immediately, the helicopter flew away from the hideout.

Epsilon: I think those were Knight's men.
Alistair: They're not dead.
Epsilon: Well, Knight's probably gonna want to talk to you, personally.
Alistair: Some kind of masked guy? I heard a digital filter in his voice, over that radio.
Male Voice: Quite the impressive perception, Alistair.

Alistair looked behind him and saw a man with white hair, tied into a ponytail and a beard, wearing a duster leaning against a wall, twirling a revolver in his right index finger.

Alistair: You must be with Knight, then.
Gunslinger: That's right. (stops twirling revolver) I'm a damn good gunslinger, like your mother. Therefore, as her son, you can call me "Ocelot".
Alistair: A codename, I'm guessing?
Ocelot: Yeah. Real name's Adamska. I'm from Russia, originally.
Alistair: Russian? You don't sound like it.
Ocelot: What can I say? Mastering an American accent is pretty difficult, but worth it. Hi, Epsilon.
Epsilon: Hey, Ocelot.
Ocelot: Where's Tex at?
Epsilon: Escaping Raven Rock.
Ocelot: Damn.
Alistair: How do you know me? Or, my mother, for that matter?
Ocelot: I was one of her partners, back in the day. What sucks is that Britannia had those god damn Knightmares. (twirls revolver, again)
Alistair: You really like that gun, don't you?
Ocelot: (stops twirling revolver, shows it to Alistair) You jealous? This is one of the rarest handguns on the planet. Colt Single Action Army.
Alistair: Upgraded to your convenience?
Ocelot: Oh, hell yes. Manually removing and replacing every bullet is such a good feeling. It feels so cool.
Alistair: Maybe you could be friends with Chief Hanlon.
Ocelot: I am friends with Chief Hanlon. I have a Sequoia, myself. Don't you have your mom's?
Alistair: What's a Sequoia?
Ocelot: The Ranger's Sequoia! Every Ranger who serves for 15 years is rewarded with a special revolver, the handle having a symbol from their state's flag.
Alistair: Didn't know that my mom had that.
Ocelot: Hmm... Just sad. Nice duster, by the way. Looks much cooler than mine.
Alistair: I suppose that Knight knows my mom, too?
Ocelot: Of course. She saved Knight, after all.
Alistair: You want to stay with me, don't you?
Ocelot: Of course! We're friends, dammit!
Alistair: Alright. Knight's probably gonna show up, soon enough. Get in the car. (walks towards car) Epsilon, are you able to control other electronic objects, in your current state?
Epsilon: I can give it a shot. Why?
Alistair: 'Cause I don't think Ocelot can man a cannon.
Ocelot: You would be right.
Alistair: You know, for a guy from Russia, you dress a lot like a cowboy.
Ocelot: Is it the spurs?
Alistair: Yes, it's the spurs.
Ocelot: I've always worn spurs. My dad though they looked cool on me.
Alistair: And you say some pretty..."hip" stuff, Ocelot.
Ocelot: Still a kid at heart, I guess.
Alistair: Go figure.
Ocelot: I'm curious, though... Are you still a fan of giant robots?
Alistair: I was?
Ocelot: Holy shit, they hit you hard.
Alistair: Most of my memories from before Britannia attacking are sealed off by the amputation.
Epsilon: Jesus! They shot off your arm and leg with giant robot guns!?
Alistair: More like vehicular power armor.
Ocelot: And your car has a cannon?
Alistair: Yes, as well as a tank mode.
Ocelot: What I can't believe is that you can drive, at 14.
Alistair: Just get in.
Ocelot: Alright, jeez.