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2015 a.t.b., St. Louis, Missouri. Alistair and Epsilon had encountered Sigma and Garuda, again, but they weren't alone. Civility's secret weapon, Mercer, was with them. Alistair was confused by the fact that Mercer referred to him as "brother".

Alistair (Age 14): What the hell is going on?
Mercer: (blinks, Geass disappears, and chuckles) Allow me to answer your question...with another question.
Alistair: Yeah? And what's that-?
Mercer: (points to random bystander, eyes widen) Wanna see me kill that guy!?

Mercer leapt toward the bystander and kicked him towards a building and through the wall.

Mercer: (laughs) Yeah! Oh, nothing is more satisfying than that! (walks back to Alistair) So, broseph... What brings you to my neighborhood?
Alistair: Well, I was just walking around, with my new friend, Epsilon, when I sensed a disturbance.
Mercer: (laughs) I know! I am damn disturbing! You know me so well! Remember the time I killed that guy? Yeah, that was pretty freakin' weird, dude.
Alistair: I suppose that you're Civility's deadliest weapon? The one that destroyed Connecticut?
Mercer: Well... Actually, it was this other guy. His name was "Shit, Sherlock," first name "No".
Alistair: Why? What do you have to gain?
Mercer: Wow! You must've hit your head pretty hard, bro. Allow me to refresh your memory. First, I've been dead for, like, years, and I am understandably pissed. Two...(sinister, creepy tone) There is nothing on this planet that satisfies me more than watching a person die by my own hands. (normal tone) And, three... I need you to pay attention on this one...

Mercer pulled out a detonator and pushed the button. Immediately, three buildings in the area exploded.

Mercer: That...is how I fuel the beautiful temple that is my internal systems.
Epsilon: Mercer! You're a monster!
Mercer: Really? (mocking tone) "Ooh! I'm a monster! I'm a monster!" (normal tone) You think I haven't heard that, all my life? Of all people...

All of a sudden, a burning baby pacifier landed right next to Mercer.

Mercer: Ha! Wow! I never would've guessed. You can never tell, sometimes.
Alistair: First, a love of evil, then an addiction to bisexuality, and, now, omnicide. I get the feeling that every overly evil person has some form of insanity.
Mercer: Bro! Bro! Don't be like that! You gotta remember your own twin brother!
Alistair: Last I checked, I was an only child, and watched my parents die to Knightmares.
Mercer: Britannia? Our allies? Come on! You can't tell me that you forgot everything!
Garuda: I am confused as shit, right now.
Sigma: Just roll with it.
Mercer: Bro!
Alistair: Get it through your evil-ass head. We're not brothers. That said...(draws Desert Eagle)...die.

Alistair shot his Desert Eagle at Mercer's head, and Mercer reeled back, in pain.

Mercer: Ow! What the hell!?
Epsilon: Wasn't that dead center!?
Alistair: Yeah. Either his brain is durable, missing, or he's got Creutzfeldt-Jacob.
Epsilon: Brain's already got holes, and he's surviving?
Mercer: That was rude as hell, bro! Why'd ya shoot me!?
Alistair: Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to kill your delusional ass.
Garuda: I've done some digging, and I don't think that Wake is your brother.
Sigma: I said roll with it!
Mercer: Man, I don't wanna fight you, bro.
Alistair: If shooting you in the head won't work... Then, how about I feed you your own leg?
Mercer: But... My leg won't fit in my mouth.
Alistair: I know. (runs towards Mercer)
Mercer: Seriously, man. This isn't how family's bond.

Alistair jumped and kicked Mercer in the head, knocking him further away. Mercer was, unfortunately, not fazed.

Epsilon: Reinforced titanium body, strong as all of the Agents, combined, durable as shit. Yeah, I see some resemblance.
Alistair: Resemblance to who?
Epsilon: Later. Right now, you've got this son of a bitch to worry about.
Alistair: Any advice?
Epsilon: Other than letting him kill people? No.
Mercer: (gets up) Oh, I see what's going on! You're trying to assert your dominance! All because you have the better genes! Alright. Fight time. (dashes towards Alistair)
Epsilon: Oh, God!

Once Mercer got close enough to Alistair, Alistair planted his foot into Mercer's face. When the Superkick connected, Mercer was launched back to the same spot where he was, when Alistair kicked him the first time.

Mercer: Really?! Here, again!?
Epsilon: Alright, I think I came up with something.
Alistair: Lay it on me.
Epsilon: Either we continue fighting him, until he's bored, or get our asses out of here, and confuse him.
Alistair: No ways to kill him?
Epsilon: Negative. Not even an explosion, from inside-out will kill him.
Alistair: What the hell is he made of?
Epsilon: Chaos, death, insanity, and a bunch of other evil shit.
Alistair: Great. He regenerates, too?
Epsilon: His whole inner system is weaponized. Removing his arm does nothing, but screw you over.
Mercer: You know what!? I'm bored! We'll fight, later!
Epsilon: Holy shit. Really?
Mercer: I'm gonna go kill some other people! In some other state!
Sigma: What?! No! Kill him!
Garuda: I don't think he can be reasoned with.
Mercer: He's done nothing, but kick me! I'm out!

Mercer jumped high into the air, and left the area.

Alistair: Wow. He jumps higher and farther than a Civility sniper.
Epsilon: Well, he's gone. We better get home, before he comes back.

Alistair and Epsilon returned to the hideout and saw that Ocelot was waiting on them.

Ocelot: What the hell took you so long?
Alistair: Well, I encountered Civility's ultimate, and incredibly delusional weapon.
Ocelot: Mercer.
Alistair: He's gone. And we have no way to kill him. By the way, Epsilon...
Epsilon: Yeah. Alistair, I want you to take one guess as to what Mercer's full name is.
Alistair: Why?
Epsilon: Just go ahead. Even if you get it wrong, I'll still tell you.

Alistair closed his eyes and thought for a moment. He figured everything out, on the spot.

Alistair: You've gotta be freaking kidding me.
Ocelot: What? What's going on?
Alistair: Mercer's under our worst enemy's supervision.
Ocelot: I... I don't think I understand.
Alistair: Full name:... Mercer Hawking.
Ocelot: Oh, my shit. Hawking's using his own son as a weapon?!
Epsilon: His own bastard son. He was pretty busy, during 9/11.
Ocelot: He's sicker than I thought. How many?
Epsilon: He lost count. After 50.
Alistair: So, that was the resemblance you were talking about.
Epsilon: Let me tell you... Mercer's insanity is greater than his father's.
Alistair: Unlike Sammy, he's actively omnicidal. Indestructible, invincible, immortal. In a sense, anyway. Unless we can lure him to the hottest volcano in the country, we're screwed.
Epsilon: What, exactly, makes you think that will work?
Alistair: You said it, yourself. His body is made of titanium. Which means, once he's disabled in said volcano, he can't move, and die in the lava.
Epsilon: You think he can be melted? Really?
Alistair: He's not made of coltan.
Epsilon: Fair enough. Now, to find the volcano.
Ocelot: The bigger problem is fighting the cybernetic abomination.
Alistair: Epsilon, how long has Mercer been dead? He mentioned it, earlier.
Epsilon: Really, it's not his fault that he's like this. Hawking gave a list of the women he impregnated to the Director. Mercer was a nice kid, before he died in the repurposing therapy.
Alistair: So, it's not Mercer?
Epsilon: It's the Mercer that Hawking wants. Also, yes, he has Creutzfeldt-Jacob disease. Hawking injected his own blood into the kid.
Alistair: Therefore, getting his illegitimate father's mannerisms. Except, more on the killing people. What about his delusion on me being his brother?
Epsilon: I think daddy dearest has been feeding his son some bullshit.

Meanwhile, at Raven Rock, Hawking was in his office and his phone started ringing.

Hawking: Yeah, what's up?
Mercer Hawking: (over phone) 'Sup, dad?
Hawking: (excited) Mercer! Hey, man! Good to hear from you! How are those omnicidal tendencies?
Mercer: Pretty great. I met up with my better twin. He doesn't remember anything.
Hawking: Alistair? Well, technically, he's not your twin. You two are the same age, I just adopted Alistair.
Mercer: What, I can't treat him like a twin?
Hawking: Just sayin'. Anyway, what did he say?
Mercer: Well, he attacked me, like a good guy would. He's supposed to be evil, like us, right?
Hawking: I don't know what's goin' on, man. By the way, are those mood swings still bothering you?
Mercer: Yeah, I think so.
Garuda: (over phone) Hawking! Get me out of this guy! He's evil, but he's too evil!
Sigma: (over phone) I'm fine, where I am.
Hawking: Garuda and Sigma? Where have you two been?
Mercer: Doesn't matter.
Hawking: Right. Just don't go destroying any other states, alright? The second Civil War hasn't even started, yet.
Mercer: No promises. (hangs up)
Hawking: God, he's a wonderful kid.
Sears: So, are you done talking to your son?
Hawking: (looks at Sears) When the hell did you get here?
Sears: You literally forgot that I was here? And your IQ is supposed to be near 180.
Hawking: Doesn't mean my memory's perfect. I think that's what happens when I take Mephisto. Memory loss, instead of insanity. 'Cause, you know...
Sears: Yes, you're already insane. Also, you do realize that your son is trying to become a Meta, right?
Hawking: Hey, if he tries to betray me, the trigger phrase is an instant kill. Remember the last Meta we couldn't control?
Sears: That body couldn't be used, anymore. Honestly, those soldier AIs have too much OCD.
Hawking: Well, you happen to look like an OCD type, Four Eyes.
Sears: (adjusts glasses) Dick.
Hawking: That's my job. Live with it.

Back at Alistair's hideout in Missouri, Ocelot finished explaining his call to Knight.

Ocelot: He means no harm, whatsoever, and does not want to fight.
Alistair: I'm still gonna kick him.
Ocelot: Why?
Alistair: Did my mom do it?
Ocelot: Yeah...?
Alistair: So, it'll be just a trip down memory lane. Also, he should warn his guys, beforehand.
Epsilon: I'm gonna record it.
Ocelot: Of course you are. By the way, Alistair, I chalked your symbol onto my duster. (turns around to show back of duster) Pretty cool, right?
Alistair: Pretty neat. Remind Tex to get a Desert Ranger uniform, and chalk that on there.

Alistair's phone started ringing, and there was no caller ID or number on who was calling.

Epsilon: Is that Def Leppard?
Ocelot: Die Hard The Hunter? How did you manage to get that for your ringtone?
Alistair: Took a lot of doing. (opens phone) Hello?
Alison: (over phone) Alistair! Thank God!
Alistair: Hey, Tex. You made it out, huh?
Alison: Yeah! And we got some friends! Alright, guys. You're on.
York: (over phone) So, you're name's Alistair, huh?
Alistair: Agent York.
York: Yep.
Carolina: (over phone) I'm Carolina. Good to see that we're on the same side.
Alistair: Same side?
Washington: (over phone) You got that right. I'm Washington, but call me Wash.
Alistair: What the hell is going on?
Wyvern: (over phone) Well, we plan on killing Hawking's ass, and freeing the country. The name's Wyvern. I'm an AI.
Delta: (over phone) I am Delta. I share the same goal as you, Alistair.
Alistair: I don't have a goal. I live, I do good, that's it.
Delta: You actually made me miscalculate. Very impressive.
Alistair: This isn't answering my question. What the hell is going on!?
Carolina: Simple. We're going to kill off Civility and the Enclave. However, we need your help.