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2015 a.t.b., wasteland in Wyoming. As Alistair drove the hijacked Enclave vehicle through the dusty road, he came across a gas station that was seemingly abandoned, and stopped there.

Alistair: (Age 14) I'm gonna see if there's a change of clothes, inside. Keep an eye out. (enters gas station)
Null: Oh, I will. Raider turf... (looks at wolf dog robot) It seems like it's hurting, bad. She's...cute, for a robot dog. Why do I imagine a cat, sleeping on her back as she walks? That would be so cool to see. She looks like one of those interface prototypes. I sure hope she has that chainsaw. Maybe, the cannon thing, too. Does she use the tail, for the chainsaw-?

Before Null could finish his sentence, Alistair closed the driver's door, wearing leather armor, surprising Null.

Alistair: You sure seem to enjoy talking to yourself.
Null: Well... Without Tex, I'm...kinda alone. God, you change, quick.
Alistair: It's part of my life. (shows double-barrel shotgun) I also found this, alongside some shells. (puts shotgun in door pocket) Should be fine for taking out vehicles or blasting kneecaps. Regis, recon report.
Regis: (over radio) I have made contact with Ms. Healey. She has your belongings, and is getting her team together. I must say, being in this radio, and going out to see the world is rather refreshing.
Alistair: Well, you might want to get on the turret, on top of the truck. Be a lookout.
Regis: Extra action, is it? I like it.
Null: So, we're heading back to Vegas, right?
Alistair: Our first stop is across the Colorado River. At Fortification Hill.
Null: (pauses) Excuse me... The hell did you just say?
Alistair: I said we're killing Caesar Mallery.
Null: I don't know if you know this, but Caesar is not one to be trifled with.
Alistair: It's all part of the plan. Plus, we have this truck.
Regis: I forgot to mention, there are some extra weapons, in the back. You can utilize them however you see fit.
Alistair: At least we stand a chance. Any known weaknesses of Caesar's?
Null: He's got a big, big tumor, in his brain. In a sense that his bald ass can be burned, really easily.
Alistair: How bald? Like, his dick's bald, too?
Null: Exactly like that.

Meanwhile, at the White House, Hawking walked into his office, with Sears in tow.

Hawking: (yawns) God, there were a lot of explosions, last night. Someone must have found some fireworks.
Sears: Actually, that was Raven Rock and Adams Air Force Base exploding. Because of Alistair Wake.
Hawking: (pauses) So... What you're telling me...is that a teenage goody-goody punkass somehow managed to destroy my things, things that I own, squandering 78 million dollars, out of my own wallet?
Sears: ...Yes.
Hawking: Could this day get any worse?
Sears: It has. There's a coup d'état going on, right now. Amongst our own guys.
Hawking: (sighs) Call Caesar. Tell him to kill Wake.
Sears: Communications were cut off by the ones pulling the coup.
Hawking: Well, time to kill some bitches.

2017 a.t.b., Ashford Academy. Kallen walked down a corridor in the clubhouse to find Alistair, in order to confront him about his actions the previous night.

Kallen: (thinking) That son of a bitch. I'll give him a piece of my god damn mind. When I find him... Where the hell is his room!?

Immediately, a door opened, and steam from a hot shower exited the room, alongside a silhouette of Alistair, drying his hair. When the steam cleared, Kallen saw that he was wearing pants, but no shirt, fully seeing his physique and prosthetic arm. Kallen was dumbfounded by the fact that Alistair was so physically fit, while Alistair did not notice Kallen.

Alistair: Woo! That was a great shower! (walks away, humming)
Kallen: (pauses) What the-!?

Meanwhile, at a Britannian train depot, a train horn rang out as it left the depot. Cornelia was looking for Euphemia, who called her saying that she had important news for her.

Cornelia: Where the hell is she?

Cornelia noticed a note on one of the warehouse doors, in Euphemia's handwriting.

Cornelia: "In here. Burn this note." Alright.

After taking out her lighter and setting the note on the door on fire, Cornelia entered the warehouse, where Euphemia was sitting on a desk, holding a book.

Cornelia: So, what's the big news?
Euphemia: You'll figure it out.
Cornelia: I'm sorry, what?
Euphemia: (hands Cornelia book) This.
Cornelia: Handsome guy. Seems familiar, somehow. Why...?
Euphemia: On the front. Flip it.

Cornelia turned the book to the front and saw the author's name, clear as day: Alistair Wake. Cornelia's eyes widened as she relived the memory that had been on her mind, on numerous occasions.

2007 a.t.b., Mojave Desert. Cornelia and Euphemia were in the back of a car that was driving through the desert, to see more of the country they were in, Cornelia with her hair tied into a ponytail.

Euphemia (Age 6): It's so hot out here...
Cornelia (Age 17): Well, it's a desert, Euphy. It's supposed to be hot. Don't worry, we'll be at the city, soon. Huh?

Cornelia looked out the window and saw a crater, in the middle of the sand.

Cornelia: Uh... What's with that crater?
Driver: That's classified, I'm afraid.
Cornelia: On what grounds?
Driver: It's classified, ma'am.
Euphemia: There's another one, over there! Why are those people in there?
Cornelia: Oh, God, no.
Euphemia: Are they...dead?
Driver: ...Yes.
Euphemia: That's horrible!
Cornelia: Got that right!

Cornelia looked at the crater that she saw, and saw something moving, in the crater.

Cornelia: Stop the car!
Driver: I'm afraid I can't.
Cornelia: Oh, is that so? How would you feel if you couldn't see your hat, again, after I shove it down your throat?

The car immediately stopped, and Cornelia ran towards the crater, after telling Euphemia to stay in the car. When she arrived she saw all 75 dead bodies in the crater, and was both horrified and disgusted. She saw a boy that looked like he was the same age as Euphemia, without a left arm and right leg, climbing the crater.

Cornelia: Hey! Hey, are you alright!?

The boy did not respond. She got closer to the boy, down the crater, to get a close look at his face. She saw no light in his eyes, and knew that he was unconscious. She went back up to the edge of the crater and waited for him to reach the top. When his hand reached the edge, Cornelia's hand grabbed it, and Cornelia pulled him out of the crater and into her lap.

Cornelia: Hey. Are you alright?

Alistair's eyes could barely focus on the person who dragged him out, due to the sun, but saw a silhouette of a girl with a ponytail, before blacking out, again. Cornelia picked the boy up and ran back towards the car, putting him next to Euphemia.

Cornelia: Floor it! He needs medical attention!
Driver: You can't be serious.
Cornelia: Whatever remains of your hat will be in your bowels.
Driver: Next stop, Las Vegas! (speeds up car)
Euphemia: Who is he?
Cornelia: Don't know. I just...needed to save him.
Euphemia: Why?
Cornelia: He looks a lot like you.

30 minutes later, at the Las Vegas Medical Center, Euphemia and Cornelia were waiting for word on the boy that they rescued. A doctor came out of the emergency room, holding a clipboard.

Cornelia: How is he?
Doctor: Hurting. Bad. You know those giant robots the Britannians used to kill all those people, the Knightmares?
Cornelia: Yeah?
Doctor: Well, according to this, he saw his parents die, then he was amputated, by their guns.
Euphemia: That's horrible! Why would they do that!?
Doctor: That's the mystery. His name's Alistair Wake.
Cornelia: Alistair...
Doctor: By the way... You don't seem like you're related to him. What sort of importance does the kid hold, to you?
Cornelia: We're...his surrogate family.
Doctor: Surrogate? You've known about this kid, and would be his family, if need be?
Cornelia: (pauses) Yes.
Doctor: Hm. There's some good in the world, after all. Your names?
Cornelia: Uh... Serena. This is his twin sister...Ashley.
Doctor: Neat names. And, uh, surname?
Cornelia: ...Redgrave.
Doctor: A family of cool names. Well, feel free to visit. I suggest coming back in...let's say, 4 days. He should be stable, then. (hands Cornelia clipboard) You'll need that. I've got a spare. Now, then...back to the wound sealing. (enters emergency room)
Euphemia: So, we have a new brother?
Cornelia: We don't have a choice. I won't let him be an orphan, after all this.
Euphemia: He said that the Knightmares killed people. How many?
Cornelia: The number will break you.
Euphemia: That many? Why did they do this?
Cornelia: The opportunity arose because of a man names Samuel Hawking. He killed this country's leader, and told our father that the soldiers could test out the Knightmares. "Kill as many people as you can," he said.
Euphemia: What a horrible person...
Cornelia: We'll have to come back for him. We cannot bring this up with anyone we don't trust, under any circumstances.
Euphemia: I understand.

4 days later, the two sisters arrived at Alistair's room, his eyes blindfolded and his missing limbs replaced with cybernetic prosthetics.

Cornelia: Euphy... Take a good look at his face. Do you see what I saw?
Euphemia: (tears up) It's like looking into a mirror.
Cornelia: If you were me, would you save him?
Euphemia: I would. (approaches bed) Alistair... I know we can't talk, for a while, but...I want you to know that... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what happened to your parents. (holds prosthetic hand) I promise to be the best twin sister that I can be. When we meet again, we'll hang out, together, like the family we are. (kisses prosthetic hand) I love you, Alistair...my twin brother. (stands next to Cornelia) Was that the right thing to do?
Cornelia: You know it. (approaches bed) Hey, Alistair... I...I guess I'm your new big sister, huh? (tears up) I never knew the difference between good and evil, until I saw you. You're... You're someone that gives meaning to my life. (holds prosthetic hand, gets on knees) Alistair... I won't let myself fall, again. I won't become evil, like most of the world. I assure you... I promise you... (angrily) Hawking...will...pay...!

2017 a.t.b., Britannian train depot. Cornelia looked utterly shocked at Alistair's name, on the book.

Cornelia: Alistair? But... But, how?
Euphemia: He got by. He lived.
Cornelia: Thank God.
Euphemia: He also killed Hawking.
Cornelia: (surprised) What?! He did?! There's phrasing for this! What's the phrase!?
Euphemia: Hawking got dunked on.
Cornelia: That's the one! (calms down) Holy shit. (laughs, tears up) I can't believe how cool he looks.
Euphemia: Here's something that'll cheer you up: Alistair is also the leader of the Tokyo Mavericks.
Cornelia: God damn. Well, then... (wipes off tears, approaches door) I guess we're just gonna have to plan out our family reunion! (kicks door open)