Chapter 2
The clones of the seven moderators stand ready at attention, waiting to be inspected by their absolute master: Preventer Agent. As he walks by them, he'd swear that they were the actual moderators. The cloning technology he bought off of the black market worked perfectly. Beside him is Agent Fire, one of his most loyal underlings.
"Excellent, now I can re-enter and take over the Moderation Forum," says Preventer with a smile on his face. He reaches the end of the row and faces his Assistant, the clone of Stephen Falken.
"Did I do a good job, my liege?" he asks.
"A very good job," replies Preventer, taking out his cell phone and dialing Reg's number: 734, "Reg, time."
On the other end of the phone line, Reg replies "It is 3:22 PM, Preventer."
"Excellent. Assistant, take these clones to the heliport and prep them for battle. Fire, tell all assault teams to prepare for our strike at 1800 hours," he orders. Both Assistant Falken and Agent Fire salute and leave to complete their tasks as Preventer returns to his office.
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Meanwhile...
"Are you sure he'll try it again? Preventer isn't stupid you know."
"I had a premonition. Anyway, you saw how angry he was when we released him a month ago."
"Yeah, I saw him. But are you sure he'd actually follow through with this plan? What are your sources?"
"I don't need sources. Remember, I'm psychic so I can read other people's minds. It explains who robbed the Blood Bank three weeks ago, Preventer needed the blood in order to clone us."
"So you'll infiltrate his base?"
"Yes, I have to do it now. I sense that he will follow through with his plans tonight."
"Tonight?!"
"About 6:00 PM. All you have to do is land me on the heliport and leave. I'll take care of the rest."
"Stephen and I will be in direct contact with you at all times. If you have any reason to believe that you can not succeed, get out. I'll have Mr. Simmons send in the Defense Force to deal with him at that point."
"Got it. Ok, there's the base. Set me down on the helipad."
"Roger."
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On the Helipad...
"Do you all understand the orders I've given you?" asks Assistant Falken, making absolutely sure that all of the Moderator clones know what to do.
"Yes sir! We are to infiltrate the fifth floor of the Moderation Forum Building and assasinate all of the moderators. Afterwards, we will assume their identites and appoint Preventer Agent Maxim Moderator," replies the Zetasphere clone.
"Excellent. Prepare for take off, I must report to the commander," says Assistant Falken as he leaves the Heliport. As the clones board their waiting helicopter, they can hear another approaching. It flies right over them, nears the surface a short distance from them, and drops someone off before quickly leaving. Immediately, they recognize who it is.
"Lord Maxwell!" yells the Krakenhaus clone as he jumps from the helicopter. All of the clones immediate take positions around the helicopter and point their assault rifles at the psychic moderator.
"Open fire!" orders the Terry Horikiri clone. They all fire their Ak-47 assault rifles at Lord Maxwell, but their resistance is futile. He immediately puts his well toned powers to use, reversing all of the bullet's trajectories back into the clones. Almost immediately, the Wing Zero Alpha and Zetasphere clones are killed. The Lord Maxwell clone uses his own psychic abilites to create a shield around him, deflecting any and all bullets.
"Give up! It is useless to try and fight me! Only the clone of myself has a chance at defeating me!" yells Lord Maxwell, trying to coax his opponents into surrender. But it is useless, they continue to fire at him and get shot as their bullets return to them. Soon, after only ten minutes of fighting, only the doppelgangers remain. They try to overpower each other, using their psychic abilites in an attempt to crush their enemy.
"There is only room for one Lord Maxwell!" yells the real Lord Maxwell as he concentrates the full depth of his power onto his clone.
"Nooooo!!!" screams the duplicate as it implodes into a pile of dust. Exhausted, Lord Maxwell collapses to the ground, gasping for breath. His mission still isn't over, now he must stop Preventer Agent from launching the attack. Lord Maxwell stands up and leaves the helipad, looking for Preventer's office.
"My liege, the moderator clones are ready and waiting," reports Assistant Falken. Preventer Agent leans back into his chair. He still can not believe that his plan will finally be launched, he'd had a bad feeling from the beginning that he wouldn't be able to succeed, a feeling he'd brushed off.
"Preventer, both of our assault teams are ready," reports Agent Fire, giving a salute to his commanding officer.
"Excellent. Soon our mission will be a success," says Preventer, just as his door opens and Lord Maxwell enters the room.
"What do you want? Shouldn't you be on the helipad with the other clones?" asks Agent Fire.
"Um...well, my rifle doesn't have any ammo and I forgot where the armory is...so I was wondering if you could tell me where..." stammers Lord Maxwell, holding up one of the empty Ak-47's.
"How could you forget where the armory is? You have the layout of the building planted into your brain. I did this when I cloned you," replies Preventer Agent. Sweat begins to bead on Lord Maxwell's head.
"Ah..." is all he can think of to say. Preventer immediately stands at his desk.
"Assistant! I want a DNA sample from him now! If there is a flaw like this in all of the clones I'll have to cancel the operation and start over again," he yells.
"Yes, my liege," replies the clone. Assistant Falken takes a siringe from his white lab coat pocket and extracts some blood from Lord Maxwell. He passes the canister to Preventer, who sticks it into the blood analyzer and reads the results on the monitor of his computer. His head immediately cocks up and looks straight at Lord Maxwell.
"This man is the real Lord Maxwell!" he yells.
"That's right. I've been sent by the moderators to stop your "takeover". Take a look at the clones you no longer have," replies Lord Maxwell. Preventer quickly presses the button to activate the security camera on the helipad and stares at the smoldering remains of his clones.
"No!" yells Preventer Agent as Agent Fire points his 9mm handgun at Lord Maxwell. But before he can fire, Lord Maxwell uses his powers to throw him into the wall. Then Reg comes up from behind, grabbing his neck and threatening to slit Maxwell's throat with one of his claws.
"Get off of me, Reg!" yells Lord Maxwell as he grabs Reg's arm and throws him into Preventer's desk. Preventer and Assistant Falken have already taken shelter behind the desk.
"Taro team! Leo team! We have an intruder! Get up here now!!" frantically orders Preventer.
"Sorry, but your men are now under arrest," replies the voice on the other end of the phone.
"DHD?" whispers Preventer Agent as the realization comes over him that he'd lost. Lord Maxwell activates his watch communicator and switches to frequency 5.82.
"Maxwell to Falken. I have Preventer Agent, Agent Fire, and your clone in my custody. Send DHD up here to pick them up," he says.
"Roger, DHD is on his way now," replies Falken.
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A short time later...
Preventer Agent and Assistant Falken ride in the back of the armored prision car on the way to GP Prison F, the most secure prison in the UBB.
"They will regret this," mumbles Preventer.
"Yeah, no one sends us to prison and gets away with it!" replies Assistant Falken. Preventer raises an eyebrow at the statement.
"Us? You got it wrong. No one sends me to prison. I'm the backbone of the organization, you're expendable," says Preventer.
"What?" says Assistant Falken, shocked at what Preventer had said.
"The only difference between you and the other clones is that you were the first one. That is why I made you my assistant, I did the same thing to Reg," continues Preventer, ignoring what his Assistant had said. For the rest of the ride to GP Prison F, there is only silence.
The clones of the seven moderators stand ready at attention, waiting to be inspected by their absolute master: Preventer Agent. As he walks by them, he'd swear that they were the actual moderators. The cloning technology he bought off of the black market worked perfectly. Beside him is Agent Fire, one of his most loyal underlings.
"Excellent, now I can re-enter and take over the Moderation Forum," says Preventer with a smile on his face. He reaches the end of the row and faces his Assistant, the clone of Stephen Falken.
"Did I do a good job, my liege?" he asks.
"A very good job," replies Preventer, taking out his cell phone and dialing Reg's number: 734, "Reg, time."
On the other end of the phone line, Reg replies "It is 3:22 PM, Preventer."
"Excellent. Assistant, take these clones to the heliport and prep them for battle. Fire, tell all assault teams to prepare for our strike at 1800 hours," he orders. Both Assistant Falken and Agent Fire salute and leave to complete their tasks as Preventer returns to his office.
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Meanwhile...
"Are you sure he'll try it again? Preventer isn't stupid you know."
"I had a premonition. Anyway, you saw how angry he was when we released him a month ago."
"Yeah, I saw him. But are you sure he'd actually follow through with this plan? What are your sources?"
"I don't need sources. Remember, I'm psychic so I can read other people's minds. It explains who robbed the Blood Bank three weeks ago, Preventer needed the blood in order to clone us."
"So you'll infiltrate his base?"
"Yes, I have to do it now. I sense that he will follow through with his plans tonight."
"Tonight?!"
"About 6:00 PM. All you have to do is land me on the heliport and leave. I'll take care of the rest."
"Stephen and I will be in direct contact with you at all times. If you have any reason to believe that you can not succeed, get out. I'll have Mr. Simmons send in the Defense Force to deal with him at that point."
"Got it. Ok, there's the base. Set me down on the helipad."
"Roger."
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On the Helipad...
"Do you all understand the orders I've given you?" asks Assistant Falken, making absolutely sure that all of the Moderator clones know what to do.
"Yes sir! We are to infiltrate the fifth floor of the Moderation Forum Building and assasinate all of the moderators. Afterwards, we will assume their identites and appoint Preventer Agent Maxim Moderator," replies the Zetasphere clone.
"Excellent. Prepare for take off, I must report to the commander," says Assistant Falken as he leaves the Heliport. As the clones board their waiting helicopter, they can hear another approaching. It flies right over them, nears the surface a short distance from them, and drops someone off before quickly leaving. Immediately, they recognize who it is.
"Lord Maxwell!" yells the Krakenhaus clone as he jumps from the helicopter. All of the clones immediate take positions around the helicopter and point their assault rifles at the psychic moderator.
"Open fire!" orders the Terry Horikiri clone. They all fire their Ak-47 assault rifles at Lord Maxwell, but their resistance is futile. He immediately puts his well toned powers to use, reversing all of the bullet's trajectories back into the clones. Almost immediately, the Wing Zero Alpha and Zetasphere clones are killed. The Lord Maxwell clone uses his own psychic abilites to create a shield around him, deflecting any and all bullets.
"Give up! It is useless to try and fight me! Only the clone of myself has a chance at defeating me!" yells Lord Maxwell, trying to coax his opponents into surrender. But it is useless, they continue to fire at him and get shot as their bullets return to them. Soon, after only ten minutes of fighting, only the doppelgangers remain. They try to overpower each other, using their psychic abilites in an attempt to crush their enemy.
"There is only room for one Lord Maxwell!" yells the real Lord Maxwell as he concentrates the full depth of his power onto his clone.
"Nooooo!!!" screams the duplicate as it implodes into a pile of dust. Exhausted, Lord Maxwell collapses to the ground, gasping for breath. His mission still isn't over, now he must stop Preventer Agent from launching the attack. Lord Maxwell stands up and leaves the helipad, looking for Preventer's office.
"My liege, the moderator clones are ready and waiting," reports Assistant Falken. Preventer Agent leans back into his chair. He still can not believe that his plan will finally be launched, he'd had a bad feeling from the beginning that he wouldn't be able to succeed, a feeling he'd brushed off.
"Preventer, both of our assault teams are ready," reports Agent Fire, giving a salute to his commanding officer.
"Excellent. Soon our mission will be a success," says Preventer, just as his door opens and Lord Maxwell enters the room.
"What do you want? Shouldn't you be on the helipad with the other clones?" asks Agent Fire.
"Um...well, my rifle doesn't have any ammo and I forgot where the armory is...so I was wondering if you could tell me where..." stammers Lord Maxwell, holding up one of the empty Ak-47's.
"How could you forget where the armory is? You have the layout of the building planted into your brain. I did this when I cloned you," replies Preventer Agent. Sweat begins to bead on Lord Maxwell's head.
"Ah..." is all he can think of to say. Preventer immediately stands at his desk.
"Assistant! I want a DNA sample from him now! If there is a flaw like this in all of the clones I'll have to cancel the operation and start over again," he yells.
"Yes, my liege," replies the clone. Assistant Falken takes a siringe from his white lab coat pocket and extracts some blood from Lord Maxwell. He passes the canister to Preventer, who sticks it into the blood analyzer and reads the results on the monitor of his computer. His head immediately cocks up and looks straight at Lord Maxwell.
"This man is the real Lord Maxwell!" he yells.
"That's right. I've been sent by the moderators to stop your "takeover". Take a look at the clones you no longer have," replies Lord Maxwell. Preventer quickly presses the button to activate the security camera on the helipad and stares at the smoldering remains of his clones.
"No!" yells Preventer Agent as Agent Fire points his 9mm handgun at Lord Maxwell. But before he can fire, Lord Maxwell uses his powers to throw him into the wall. Then Reg comes up from behind, grabbing his neck and threatening to slit Maxwell's throat with one of his claws.
"Get off of me, Reg!" yells Lord Maxwell as he grabs Reg's arm and throws him into Preventer's desk. Preventer and Assistant Falken have already taken shelter behind the desk.
"Taro team! Leo team! We have an intruder! Get up here now!!" frantically orders Preventer.
"Sorry, but your men are now under arrest," replies the voice on the other end of the phone.
"DHD?" whispers Preventer Agent as the realization comes over him that he'd lost. Lord Maxwell activates his watch communicator and switches to frequency 5.82.
"Maxwell to Falken. I have Preventer Agent, Agent Fire, and your clone in my custody. Send DHD up here to pick them up," he says.
"Roger, DHD is on his way now," replies Falken.
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A short time later...
Preventer Agent and Assistant Falken ride in the back of the armored prision car on the way to GP Prison F, the most secure prison in the UBB.
"They will regret this," mumbles Preventer.
"Yeah, no one sends us to prison and gets away with it!" replies Assistant Falken. Preventer raises an eyebrow at the statement.
"Us? You got it wrong. No one sends me to prison. I'm the backbone of the organization, you're expendable," says Preventer.
"What?" says Assistant Falken, shocked at what Preventer had said.
"The only difference between you and the other clones is that you were the first one. That is why I made you my assistant, I did the same thing to Reg," continues Preventer, ignoring what his Assistant had said. For the rest of the ride to GP Prison F, there is only silence.