By YuffieK on Spacebattles
Coil growled in frustration AGAIN as the timeline collapsed. It seemed Fate itself was turning it's hand against him, and that simply would not do.
First came the surprise crackdown in the PRT. He'd had to use several timelines to ensure that his moles were not interrogated. Their disappearances would be noticed, but he'd ensured that nothing could be traced back to him, or even remains to be found.
With his main sources of intelligence cut off, he'd been forced to rely more on Tattletale, and it galled him that the other issues he'd been having had prevented him from establishing a safe timeline with which he could properly 'indulge' himself.
The construction companies he'd carefully maneuvered into bankruptcy for his own needs had suddenly been bought lock, stock and barrel out from under his nose... by the DOCKWORKERS UNION no less. How they had suddenly gotten funding of that sort was still a mystery to him, but it had set back construction of his primary base by weeks.
The fact that Panacea had been called in for an emergency healing of Director Piggot had ruined months of slowly poisoning her during her dialysis sessions. He'd had to use another timeline to ensure that the machines that he'd had tampered with could never be inspected afterward.
Finally the reason for his latest issues. His third attempt at abducting Dinah Alcott had ended badly, with Armsmaster and Raptaur of all people carving their way through his base like a grain harvester before he was forced to use the self-destruct. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened afterward. He'd escaped, the heroes were presumably dead and buried under thousands of tons of rubble. The last thing he experienced though was a large shadow falling over him, and then the brief but VERY distressing feeling of being crushed under an enormous weight.