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2017 a.t.b., Ohgi's house. Alistair arrived at the front door of the house, to check on a friend that he had forgotten to check on.

Alistair: (knocks on door) Hey, Ohgi! You there, man?

The door opened, and a familiar, dark-skinned woman was on the other side.

Villetta: Hello! (recognizes Alistair, thinking) Ah, shit.
Alistair: Uh... Hi.
Ohgi: Alistair?! What are you doing here!?
Alistair: Just checkin' in on you, man.
Ohgi: Oh. That's good, that's good. Hey, I need to go shopping. You can chat with Villetta, if you want.
Alistair: Yeah, you do that.

Ohgi ran out of the house, and Alistair entered it. He looked around and saw the hidden cameras, in the ceiling.

Villetta: (out loud) So... How're you doing?

Alistair found the computer that was recording the camera footage, and hacked into it, turning off the cameras.

Villetta: Uh...Alistair?
Alistair: (looks at Villetta) What the hell are you doing here? Speak honestly.
Villetta: Well... I got shot, by your friend, Shirley, apparently she had some kind of PTSD, and rolled me into the ocean.
Alistair: Oh, yeah. The whole cosplaying fiasco.
Villetta: Yep. Ohgi found me...
Alistair: So, you're the mystery lady.
Villetta: Yeah.
Alistair: You're AWOL, aren't you?
Villetta: Mm-hmm.
Alistair: Sexist bigotry?
Villetta: The main reason, yes.
Alistair: Alright. I'll classify you as a Maverick, for the time being. You'll get paid.
Villetta: Yeah, once I actually get some action in.

Meanwhile, at Sunagawa, Jeremiah and his Mavericks squad were making the final push towards the end of their long battle.

Jeremiah: How long do we have to fight these assholes!? We've been at it for a month!
Knight Cross: Got him! Yes! The boss is down!
Maverick: (over radio) They're retreating!
Jeremiah: Oh, thank God. You guys head out, I'll find that weapons manufacturing room.
Knight Cross: Be careful.

As the rest of the Mavericks squad left the building, Jeremiah found the Primebloods' weapons manufacturing room, and saw numerous explosives all around it, enough to destroy the entire facility.

Jeremiah: Well... I had a good run.

Outside the facility, the Mavericks were preparing to leave when the entire factory exploded, with Jeremiah still inside.

Knight Cross: Jeremiah!

2015 a.t.b., Hoover Dam. Alistair and Null arrived at Hoover Dam, to meet with General Oliver and the California Republic.

Null: You know what you're doing?
Alistair (Age 14): Yeah.

Multiple military vehicles approached the top of the dam, and soldiers exited the vehicles. General Oliver approached Alistair, smiling.

General Oliver: Hey! You're Alistair Wake, aren't you? Hey, man, thanks! Thanks for everything. You've really helped us out.
Alistair: Glad to have been of use. By the way, I've got one of those cardboard, single use cameras. You want me to take a picture?
General Oliver: Hell yeah! I need to think of a pose...
Alistair: I just need you positioned, right over here.
General Oliver: Over where?
Alistair: (guides Oliver) Right here. Right at the edge.
General Oliver: (chuckles) Livin' on the edge. Wait, do you even have-?
Alistair: Sparta!

Alistair kicked Oliver in the abdomen, breaking some of his ribs, as he fell all the way down to the bottom of the 726 foot tall dam.

Alistair: That takes care of that. (looks at soldiers) You won't have to worry about him, anymore.

All of the soldiers collapsed to their knees, in relief.

Soldier: Thank you, so much!
Null: Wait, what? Was he forcing you to do this?
Soldier: Along with the Senator.
Alistair: Sucks. Well, now that both of those threats have been taken care of, it's time for me to take back Vegas.
Soldier: If that's the case, we're coming with you!
Alistair: After portraying the fact that you've been tired of Oliver?
Soldier: Hey, if we're doing something good, we'll be fine.
Alistair: I like your moxie.

2017 a.t.b., 6:00 p.m., Sunagawa. Jeremiah crawled out of the wreckage of the destroyed facility, burned, wounded and bleeding.

Jeremiah: (strained) How am I alive? I've survived two near-death experiences... (sighs) Tenacity at its finest.

Jeremiah could barely see, but he could make out the figure of a woman, standing above him.

Jeremiah: Who the hell are you?
Woman: (chuckles) I might find use out of you, yet.

1 hour later, Shibuya. The Black Knights caught word that the Primebloods were planning on attacking the Shibuya settlement, outside of Tokyo.

Zero: We're dealing with these clowns as fast as we possibly can. Avoid property damage, when possible.
Tohdoh: About this new sword...
Zero: There's a Slash Harken on the hilt, and there's rocket boosters on the blunt side of the blade.
Tohdoh: Love it.
Zero: Kallen, you haven't said much. Are you alright?
Kallen: I'm fine. (thinking) I'll tell him. I have to tell him.
Zero: Split up!

All of the Black Knights' Knightmare and infantry forces spread out in search of the Primeblood threat. The Guren was in the most desolate part of Shibuya, the buildings mostly destroyed and corpses littering the streets and buildings.

Kallen: Why was I mad at Alistair? There was clearly no reason. He's seen this, before. Except...it was way worse, than this. I shouldn't be here, right now. I should-

Immediately, the Guren was blindsided by Primeblood Knightmares, and was pushed off of a cliff, that led to the more inhabited part of Shibuya. The Guren rolled on the ground, as Kallen was forcibly thrown around, inside the cockpit, each impact hurting her. When the Guren landed inside an abandoned warehouse, the force of the fall was so strong that it dislocated Kallen's ribs.

Kallen: (breathing heavily) So... That's why I needed to wear that suit... And, I didn't know where I put it... (passes out)

Meanwhile, at a café in Tokyo, Suzaku and Euphemia met up with each other and began talking about recent events.

Suzaku: How are you feeling, about all this?
Euphemia: Fine. Happy, even.
Suzaku: Happy? Why?
Euphemia: Well, Alistair's alright, and he's the leader of the Mavericks. There's plenty to be happy about.
Suzaku: You say his name like you know him.
Euphemia: I've known him for 10 years. Ever since Cornelia saved him from that crater in the Mojave.
Suzaku: She did?
Euphemia: We learned the truth of what had happened, in America, and... We were appalled.
It was horrid. I couldn't comprehend why we had to kill all those people. But, Cornelia suggested that we should be his surrogate family.
Suzaku: Surrogate, huh?
Euphemia: Don't worry, Suzaku. We'll free Japan, then the world, no matter what.
Suzaku: (eyes widen, thinking) What?

2015 a.t.b., Las Vegas, Nevada. Alistair, Null and their new military friends from California arrived at Las Vegas which was filled to the brim with raiders. Gunshots littered the air, as raider bodies hit the ground, severely outmatched. Alistair opened the door to the Lucky 38, and shot every raider that he saw, with his newly acquired pistol. He only suffered minor scraped from the gunshots, as he entered the elevator, and rode it to the penthouse. When he arrived, the raider's leader was looking out the window, watching the fighting unfold.

Raider Leader: Well, isn't this a surprise? Alistair Wake, in the flesh.

Alistair shot the leader, in the head, not in the mood for witty banter. Alistair pulled out a communicator, and contacted Null.

Alistair (Age 14): Null, you're in charge of the task force. Kill all the raiders, find a place to sleep.
Null: (over radio) Copy that.

Alistair dropped the pistol and radio, approached his old bed and dropped down on it, falling asleep, immediately.

Meanwhile, at the White House, Hawking saw the door open and five Enclave officers entered the room, handcuffed, led by Sears.

Sears: These are the ones that were involved in the coup.
Hawking: Good. Now, I assume you know what happens when you decide to be a good guy?
Major Collins: It was all their idea! I was dragged into this!
Hawking: Ooh! A Quisling! Been a long time since I've seen that.
Collins: A...what?
Hawking: You know, Vidkun Quisling? He sold out Norway, back in World War II? A sellout?
Collins: Oh.
Hawking: Since you've made a fair point...

Hawking pulled out a pistol and shot the other 4 officers, in the head, without mercy.

Hawking: You can be spared.
Collins: What the hell is wrong with you!?
Hawking: (pauses) Sears, could you wait outside? I need to rant.
Sears: Understood. (leaves room)
Hawking: You know, Collins...I read your resume. It said that you were a Harvard graduate. I actually thought you were a smart person. But, you just revealed to me that you aren't as smart as you say.
Collins: What are you talking about?
Hawking: (approaches Collins) You didn't word your question correctly. It isn't "what is wrong with me"... (leans towards Collins' face) It's "what isn't wrong with me". (walks two steps back) Allow me to open your eyes to this stupid-ass world we live in. I am the most evil being that you will ever meet, in your miserable life. I've killed people, ruined lives, solely for my own selfish desires. After I slaughtered the entire orphanage I was raised in, I started to develop a proper desire to kill. But, killing individually gets boring. One year, I'm killing blacks, the next, Hispanics, then white people. But, then I got bored, so I decided to kill religious people, first, Buddhists, then Muslims, then Christians, and I got bored, there, too. So, a couple years later, I decided to become a lawyer. Not for justice, or whatever kind of bullshit you believe in. I did it to send innocent people to death. I became so prestigious, that I got an audience with Vice President Lyndon B. Johnson. When I heard that JFK bit the dust, I decided to kill Johnson, too. At that very moment, I realized everything. The very purpose of my existence. I saw the truth, with my own eyes. I'm a sadist. I get off on the suffering of others. Someone suffers, erection. Someone dies, erection. A whole country gets taken over...you freakin' know there's gonna be an erection. What I'm getting at is that I am every villain trope that was ever constructed. Every single one of you, every moral person on this planet, is beneath me. What do I want, most? I want benevolence to die, and I want the world to burn.
Collins: (horrified) ...Why?
Hawking: Why? (laughs) Well, this is my story, bitch! Britannia has their own story, they're the main baddies. Me? (aims gun at Collins' head, grins evilly) I'm the Greater Scope Villain. (shoots Collins)