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2017 a.t.b., Narita. The sun began to set, and Cornelia was recovering from being thrown by the Tokyo Mavericks' ace pilot, in the mobile base.

Darlton: Are you alright?
Cornelia: I had my ass kicked. Again.
Guilford: The Primebloods were a problem.
Cornelia: Those assholes, again? Did they have those "Ravagers," or whatever the hell they were called?
Darlton: Yes. They were formidable.
Cornelia: And the Lancelot? What happened to Warrant Officer Suzaku Kururugi?
Guilford: It took Model 850 and the pilot's boxing skills to bring it down. We had to hold him off, so the ace could escape.
Cornelia: What the hell was going on?
Guilford: In a way you can understand... He was going apeshit. We tried reasoning with Kururugi, but he didn't recognize our voices.
Darlton: We told him who we were.
Cornelia: What was his response?
Guilford: "No, it's not! Because, I'm me, and that makes you not me!"
Cornelia: (pauses) Nearly dropped some f-bombs, didn't you?
Darlton: How did you-?
Cornelia: I'd be confused, too. Anyway, you said that the ace used boxing techniques?
Guilford: Unlike any that we've seen, before. Extremely quick and powerful body blows, weaving twice and using so many punches, before knocking down the Lancelot with a powerful right straight.
Cornelia: When I fired the SMG at him, he weaved in place and dodged all the bullets. The Dempsey Roll, he said. Usually, the Dempsey Roll requires hook after hook after hook, until you're opponent is knocked the hell out. He must have used some kind of variant. Wait, a fifth gen prototype beat a seventh gen prototype?
Guilford: It must tie to the skills of the pilot. Model 850 moves so humanly, it's not even comprehensible.
Cornelia: Forced into motion capture. He's a bigger ace than I thought. Either way, we lost, even with the interference of the Primebloods. Katase escaped, I got my ass kicked by two separate ace pilots, and I was thrown, via Gorilla Press.
Darlton: A... A what?
Cornelia: Gorilla Press. Literally, lifted over the Knightmare's head and thrown into the forest, above. Is Euphy seeing to Kururugi?
Guilford: Yes.
Cornelia: Those two have been bonding, so it makes sense.

Meanwhile, in a cave in the Narita mountains, Lelouch treated C.C., who was wounded when the Lancelot went berserk.

Lelouch: (thinking) This girl can't be human. She's recovering from these wounds, like a science fiction villain. Shot in the head, pierced in the heart... Clovis was experimenting on her, for some ungodly reason. Her vitals are human, but... I get it. She's immortal. She's stuck like this, forever. That's her connection to Geass. She had it, before, now she can't die, or grow old. Thank God for Alistair teaching me about medical situations. At least she'll recover, quicker.

Immediately, the unconscious C.C. started muttering something, but Lelouch couldn't hear. He leaned in closer, and the sound of dripping water echoed across the cave.

C.C.: (smiling) You finally called me by my real name. So...happy. (stops smiling)
Lelouch: (gets up) I'm not going to pry. Considering those hallucinations, she's been through a lot. I think I saw... World War I. Jesus, how old is she?

A few minutes later, C.C. woke up and put her straightjacket back on.

Lelouch: (out loud) I made sure to clean that wound, as well as remove the shrapnel.
C.C.: (normal tone) That wasn't necessary.
Lelouch: It was, to me.
C.C.: Honestly. There's no need to protect me. Your pride has a habit of getting in the way at some pretty ridiculous moments.
Lelouch: What sense is there in having pride? Alistair has no pride, and he's still alive. He's his own conscience.
C.C.: Whatever. You didn't happen to hear anything, while I was out, did you?
Lelouch: I did.
C.C.: And...?
Lelouch: And, nothing. I'm not prying from your past, however long that might be.
C.C.: You don't care?
Lelouch: I don't think you'll tell me anything. You've kept to yourself, until Clovis somehow got to you. A magic that's centuries upon centuries old, and you were around to get that power. Somewhere along the road, you became immortal. You've seen war, death, pain and worse. It was like hell, only without dying, right?
C.C.: (scoffs) You figure out so much, so quick. I don't remember anything, before immortality. I can't even be classified as human. I suppose that what you heard was my real name?
Lelouch: Yes. Again, I'm not going to pry, or make you mad. Honestly, you are human, C.C., just an immortal one.
C.C.: You think so?
Lelouch: I know so.
C.C.: Alright.
Lelouch: I don't think I've thanked you, yet.
C.C.: Thanked me?
Lelouch: For saving me, today, and when you gave me the power of Geass. So, thank you, C.C.
C.C.: That's...nice of you to say. Well, I'd appreciate it if you called me by my name.
Lelouch: Your real one? Alright. If it sounds wrong, correct me.
C.C.: I will.

Meanwhile, Alistair called in the Knightmare carrier VTOL and was on the way back to Tokyo.

Tokyo Maverick: How'd it go?
Alistair: Pretty well. We've got some new enemies, though.
Tokyo Mavericks: New enemies?
Alistair: Yeah. They're called the Primebloods. Know anything?
Tokyo Maverick: Nope. Sorry.
Alistair: Damn. (thinking) Maybe Diethard knows something. He knew about the crap that was about to go down at Narita, so he should have an ear to the ground.

Back at the cave, Kallen found the cave, while looking for her lost leader, and found Zero, with a mysterious girl.

Kallen: Zero! I've been looking for you! The others went on ahead... (looks at C.C.) Who's that?
Zero: She's a friend, Kallen. You don't need to worry.
Kallen: Alright. I won't worry, unless I have to.

2015 a.t.b., Missouri. Alistair made his phone's speaker louder, so that everyone in the room could hear the conversation.

Alistair (Age 14): Would you care to define your objective?
Alison: (over phone) Alistair, these guys are our ticket into getting rid of Hawking!
Alistair: Tex, I can barely put up a fight with an Agent, let alone all of them and Hawking. Remember Louisiana? I could barely keep up an offensive with that biscuit-headed Cajun.
Carolina: (over phone) Hey, leave those guys to us.
Delta: (over phone) Carolina is correct. I have taken the liberty of checking your physical condition, and found that you have been under constant exhaustion, but are unable to show the exhaustion.
Alistair: Exhaustion doesn't exist. To my body, anyway.
Alison: Alistair, if you don't take the rest you need, you're not going to be able to do anything!
Ocelot: She's right. You need rest, now.
Alistair: My mom kicked your ass, before. I will not hesitate to finish the job.
Epsilon: Alistair!
Alistair: This call is over. Give me something I can handle, if you find anything. Alistair, out. (closes phone)
Ocelot: Alistair, you need rest.
Alistair: I rest at night, when I sleep. Besides, Knight should be here, any second, now.

Immediately, the door opened and a group of mercenaries entered the hideout. Their leader, a man in lightweight combat armor and a peculiar, technological mask, approached Alistair.

Knight: Hey, man. Good to see you.

Alistair delivered a roundhouse kick to Knight's head, knocking him to the ground.

Knight: Roundhouse. I actually expected a big boot, but my neck says otherwise. (gets up) Just like your mom. The name's Knight. (extends hand) Your mom saved my ass, on multiple occasions.
Alistair: What the hell do you want?
Knight: To assist you.
Alistair: What?
Knight: (lowers hand) I owe your parents that much. Look, ever since I heard about what Britannia did, I've been training these guys to be like your mom. We're good people, Alistair.
Alistair: I know. I just finished what my mom started.
Knight: Yeah. She did say she would hit me one more time, for hugging her without permission from Phoenix.
Alistair: Entirely friendly?
Knight: Yep. Your dad hit pretty hard. Must be the Irish blood. (opens mask, revealing face)
Alistair: What's with the neo Red Hood get-up?
Knight: Pretty cool, right? I actually based it on Batman, as well as the Red Hood. Kind of a redeeming thing for Mr. Jason Todd.
Alistair: You need help, yourself, right? What do you need?
Knight: Well, we were clearly kicking the Lost Legion's ass, when we hit a snag.
Alistair: What kind of snag?
Knight: An advanced military weapons kind of snag. Lever-action rifles, designated marksman rifles, grenade launchers, all that.
Alistair: Fine. I'm in.
Knight: Really? Ocelot, are you with us?
Ocelot: Yeah. Haven't fought any of those Game of Thrones rejects in a while.
Alistair: I'm actually out of the loop on the Legion. Would you care to elaborate?
Knight: Well, their leader is a descendent of the Roman emperor Caligula.
Alistair: Royally screwed up.
Ocelot: Yeah, but not in a chaotic sense. Caesar Mallery has a tumor the size of Russia, thus explaining his "conquer everything" shtick.
Knight: And, there's the whole "California Republic" bullshit.
Alistair: What's that, now? Oh, you mean General Oliver. We're not gonna kill him, are we?
Ocelot: As long as it doesn't come to that, no.
Alistair: Screw it. The first chance I get, I'm killing him. I've actually got an urge to throw him off of Hoover Dam.
Knight: That can be arranged. We need to take back Vegas, anyway. California needs to be a state, again.
Alistair: Very well. Knight, you and you're guys are staying here.
Knight: Awesome! (closes mask, digital filter returns) Guys, this is Alistair, the guy I was talking to you about. We'll be working with him, from now on. He's the boss, so do as he says, or you'll regret ignoring him.
Mercenaries: Yes, sir!
Alistair: I'll be preparing dinner. I'll make a menu, to figure out what you guys wanna eat.
Mercenary: Actually, we'll eat anything.
Alistair: Let's hope your stomachs are as big as your training.
Knight: Oh! Not even I could come up with that! That's so good!
Alistair: By the way, did you make that mask?
Knight: Hell yeah. I'm a technological expert.
Alistair: Well, I need you and every other overly intelligent mercenary to help me with something that will cripple Hawking, and also spans worldwide. (hands Knight file)
Knight: What the hell? (opens file)
Alistair: Let me tell you, I've been coming up with this for months. The issue is on how to do it.
Knight: Hold the freaking phone! If I'm reading this right, you plan on erasing Fifty Shades of Grey and the entire Twilight series, fanbases and all, from existence?
Alistair: Would you be surprised if I said that Hawking reads and promotes that crap?
Knight: Not really.
Alistair: So, will you help me with this?
Knight: Hell yeah! (closes folder) This is doing the world a favor!
Epsilon: I'm with you. I looked up a paragraph of Fifty Shades, and began hating it, immediately. As for Twilight, that's a pretty big representation of shitty vampires.
Alistair: Agreed.
Ocelot: Screw Fifty Shades of Grey.
Knight: Oh, my God, was it awful to read!

Meanwhile, at Alison's location, the Agents and AIs taking a stand against Hawking were thinking up a plan to kill Hawking, once and for all.

Alison: Well, that could've gone better.
Carolina: Considering what you said about the unnecessary amputation, I don't think you can change his mind, so easily.
Delta: Very true. His psychological profile suggests that he is much more preferable to aiding others, rather than himself.
Alison: Yeah. The only times that he ever got wounded was by defending someone, usually me. He lives to do good, and killing Hawking is a good thing to do.
Delta: Perhaps he needs to take out other threats, first? The Lost Legion and California Republic have allied themselves with the Enclave.
Alison: It's weird.
York: What's up?
Alison: I've got this feeling that Alistair's going to rid the world of Fifty Shades of Grey and the Twilight series.
Agents: (in unison) Good.