Emma Frost: Queen of Diamonds
By Nate Yoshida

PART 2



"The New America is upon us!" A teenage boy exclaimed with passion as he raised the flag of the Heinrich Van Helden revolution.

The angular red and white HVH insignia was an image that quickly became a symbol of power and fear in America. Hordes of young men and women marched down the city streets, donning the HVH badge on their own clothing. They shattered windows, looted local stores, and torched apartment buildings in the once great city of New York.

In the midst of the chaos, one lone police officer dared oppose the vandals. In a brave but hopeless effort, he attempted to maintain the law and order of an old establishment. He held three young men at gun-point.

"I'm placing you under arrest for two counts of aggravated assault," the officer spoke with an authoritative tone of voice. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will--"

A blonde woman, wearing a brown coat with the HVH badge, carrying a rifle, approached the officer from behind. She violently attacked him with the back end of her weapon before he could finish reading the men their rights. She showed him no mercy, following up with a series of hard kicks to his stomach even after he had gone down. After a brutal kick to his head, he laid still for a moment while she repositioned herself directly above him, pulling his head up with her left hand.

"Good morning, officer. Do you pledge allegiance to Heinrich Van Helden from this day forward? You have the right to answer yes or no to this question. Anything else you say can and will provoke me to end your life quite painfully."

The officer didn't answer. He stared blankly back at her, with his nose having been broken by her relentless assault. After a moment's pause, he managed to crack a defiant smile.

"I'm giving you one last chance to answer," the woman in brown continued. "Do you pledge allegiance to Heinrich Van Helden from this day forward?!"

"N... No," the officer finally replied. He spat on her HVH badge. "I pledge allegiance to the true United States of America."

Slowly, the woman wiped the saliva off of the symbol and released her left hand's tight grip on his head. She then stood up straight and, with the back end of her rifle facing downward, she raised the weapon high above her head...



"It has been less than twenty-four hours since the assassination of the U.S. President, a heinous act allegedly committed by the mutant Doctor Henry McCoy and his employer, Emma Grace Frost," a news anchorman recapped to his viewers. "The only form of communication we are receiving from Washington is a video feed controlled by Heinrich Van Helden. For the past three hours, the broadcast has delivered uncensored coverage of an uprising by the former Department of Defense employee's nation-wide network of followers."

They called it the first Internet-induced national revolution. It was a cult-like organization of foolish lemmings who were willing to give their lives for a man they never even met. The ideologies Van Helden preached to them were extreme, yet intricately crafted to take advantage of young people's instincts for self-preservation, desire for perceived power, and hunger for purpose. It was a pathetic yet chilling look into the worst sides of humanity.

I sat quietly alone in Shaw Industries' video conference room, a few doors down the hallway from my old office. For three hours, I watched the local news broadcast on the large digital projection screen. Van Helden's live video feed followed amateur camera crews in various cities, as they celebrated the destructive and violent acts as though it were the opening day of a major sporting event. In contrast with the kind of pretentious preaching that I had seen Van Helden delivering prior to the chaos, the new material placed a blatant emphasis on the brutal punishment of people who resisted. It seemed as though his phase of ideological recruitment had passed, and it was time for straight-forward intimidation.



I returned to the ground floor of Shaw Industries' headquarters. Sebastian and Henry sat across from each other in the lounge, discussing their differences in a civil manner. They were old rivals with new reasons to dislike each other, but even then, they shared a mutual respect for one another. I would imagine that if the two were to engage in an all-out argument, they would do so with a cultured exchange of wit, not with loud, angry words. But at the moment, Henry simply struggled to convince himself that Sebastian could actually be trusted.

"My business is and always has been survival," Sebastian spoke calmly. "May I remind you that my company already established multi-billion dollar contracts with the Department of Defense when Mister Van Helden was employed as a technical assistance clerk."

"Emma!" Henry called to me. "Where have you been for so long? We were beginning to worry."

"Speak for yourself, Doctor McCoy," Sebastian commented as he leaned back on his seat. "I'm quite confident from past experience that Emma is very capable of handling problems on her own. Isn't that right, my former White Queen?"

"I bored of recalling old stories, so I passed a little time catching up with the news." I yawned and took a seat nearby. Casually, I retrieved a nail-polisher from my bag. "Shouldn't the children have arrived by now?"

"They were scheduled to arrive hours ago," Sebastian responded. "I'll have my people check on them immediately."

"Don't bother, Sebastian. I'll just contact my girls telepathically. They should be strong enough to send and receive from me now, at least when all five of them are together..."



"Good morning, Miss Frost," the five Stepford Cuckoos telepathically greeted me in unison.

"Morning, girls. Where are you now?"

"We're just outside La Guardia Airport," Sophie answered. "Our planes landed four hours ago, and we were taken hostage by these H-V-H people."

"They put these horribly unfashionable collars on our necks, Miss Frost," Esme interrupted. "I told Sophie we should've steered those walking body-odors around before they locked the collars on us, but she kept preaching about your alternative methods lecture. Now we're too weak to control a farm animal."

"Okay, girls, just stay calm. At least you can still send and receive, so just let me see what's going on. Remember when I taught you how to route your vision?"

"Yes, Miss Frost," Sophie responded. "I'll route you through Esme's sight."

"Wait, why me?" Esme questioned her sister.

"Miss Frost needs to see what's going on here, so just let her see it through your eyes."

"But look what happened last time you listened to Miss Frost!"

"Don't argue, Esme. What's done is done."



The students of New Massachusetts Academy marched down 25th Avenue in New York City. Ian Kendall, the Stepford Cuckoos and Sophie's boyfriend, Eddy, walked at the front. The other students followed them in a long line that stretched multiple city blocks, with armed members of the Van Helden movement to either side.

A short, bald weasel of a man carried an HVH flag and led the pack with an overt enthusiasm. He seemed to enjoy the sensation of feeling in charge, most likely because he never once experienced being in a remotely important position prior to this day. Seeing his appearance through Esme's eyes was, quite frankly, the comic relief of my morning up to that point. Walking beside him was a blonde woman in a brown coat. I recognized her from that morning's Van Helden video feeds, but she looked oddly familiar to me on top of that. It was difficult to get a clearer look at her, since Esme had to stay in line if she wanted to survive this mess.

A Jeep marked with the HVH insignia passed by, patrolling the city streets to eliminate any surviving opposition.

"Move to the sides of the street and shut up!" The weasel commanded the line of students like his own personal army.

"See what you got us into?" Esme grumbled to Sophie, and possibly to me as well.

"I said shut up!" The weasel yelled. He jabbed the end of his rifle into Esme's stomach.

"Hey!" Ian yelled back at him, stepping forward to defend my student.

"You got a problem there, four-eyes?" The weasel violently grabbed hold of Ian's shirt collar. The woman in brown held him back.

"Not here," the woman told him.

"Where exactly are you taking us?" Ian questioned, showing no sign of fear.

"You will be executed on the shore of Flushing Bay," the weasel responded. "Standard procedure, it reduces the hassles of body disposal."

"Executed? For what?!"

"Unauthorized access to air space on the day of the New American Revolution, in accordance with the Van Helden Manifesto Revision 5.2a Section C."

"No," the woman suddenly spoke up.

"What?!" The weasel yelled at her as if he were a drill sergeant training a new recruit.

"I said no," she repeated, "we're not executing them."

"You're either with us or you're against us, Matilda!"

"That's Miss Brant to you. And you know damn well I was one of the original Van Helden supporters," Matilda responded. "This may be a power trip to you, but some of us actually believe in the cause. The air space restriction was our convenient excuse to justify shooting anything out of the sky on the day of our uprising. It was written as a precaution in case the Air Force saw fit to retaliate, not for school children."

"Section C of the Van Helden Manifesto specifically states that--"

"Yeah, yeah, the Manifesto said this, said that. I was part of the committee that wrote it, you over-zealous moron! We needed something codified for idiots like you to follow."

Having run out of anything even resembling a verbal argument, the weasel resorted to turning his rifle at his own co-member. But faster than he could even enjoy a moment of feeling in control of the situation, Matilda cocked her own rifle and aimed it back at him. The entire line of students and all the other Van Helden supporters stopped in their tracks.

"Hey," a red-haired HVH supporter yelled from farther back in the line, "what the hell's goin' on up there?!"

"I've got it under control!" Matilda yelled back to him, keeping her focus on the weasel.

"Don't listen to her," the weasel announced to the rest of the supporters. "She's losing her dedication to the cause! She must be eliminated! Van Helden has no room for the weak!"

"Each and every one of these men know me personally, and they know what I've done for the cause," Matilda replied.

"She's losing her nerve!" The weasel continued persistently in his effort to convince the others to back him up.

"You're the one who's losing it," Matilda responded calmly. "You think we're doing this for some cheap power trip. You're a disgrace to the movement."

"Yeah?" It was as though the weasel took Matilda's comment as a challenge. He turned his rifle to aim at the students instead.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Proving you've lost your nerve," the weasel responded with a grin. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.

In an instant, two gunshots fired. It happened so quickly that it was nearly impossible to tell who pulled the trigger first. It didn't really matter who did. All that mattered was that the weasel had fired off a shot toward the students, and Matilda almost simultaneously fired the shot that killed him in return.

Being connected to Esme's mind, I knew she expected Sophie to gloat about having foreseen this internal conflict, but she didn't hear a word from her sister after the gunfire. She just stared at the dead weasel, partly afraid to turn around for fear of the unspeakable.

Finally, Esme slowly turned around to check who had been hit. But it wasn't Sophie as she had feared. It was her boyfriend, Eddy. The weasel's bullet landed in his stomach. Sophie held him in her arms, kneeling on the concrete floor. Their sisters and most of the other students watched in a bare silence.

Ian quickly checked Eddy's pulse.

"He's alive," Ian told the students. He then turned toward Matilda. "Matilda, we need to get him to a hospital."

"That's Miss Brant to you," Matilda answered without so much as a shadow of sympathy in her tone.

"Excuse me?"

"Mister Ian Kendall, I remember you. I was one of your top students in Snow Valley before my family declared bankruptcy. I still remember the day I asked you if I may call you by your first name then, and you flatly told me 'no, you may not'. Well in case you haven't noticed, the tables have turned since then. So I would appreciate it if you could respect the authority of my rifle by addressing me as Miss Brant."

"Look, Miss Brant. I've had many students over the years, and to be perfectly honest, I really don't remember them all. I certainly wouldn't remember one who still holds a grudge with me about my name."

"But you remembered your teacher's pet, little Emma Frost. Didn't you, Ian?"

"Grow up, Matilda! This boy needs to get to a hospital!"

"You see this HVH symbol on my coat, Ian?" Matilda pointed to her badge. "I was a founding member of this movement because my fiance was killed in a terrorist attack by the mutant extremist they called Magneto. Thousands die on a daily basis. We have higher priorities right now."

"Then why did you help us?" Ian asked, pointing at the body of the weasel.

"I didn't. I just have better uses for these freak kids." Matilda turned to faced Esme eye to eye and spoke to me, "I know you're watching, Emma. These collars on your students were designed from your own blue-prints for the devices you used to enhance your own telepathy some years ago. With a few of my own modifications, they work quite well for controlling your freak abilities. Life is full of irony, isn't it? I know how much your students mean to you. So unless you want them to spend the rest of their lives as drooling vegetables, meet me at Flushing Bay and face me in person once and for all."



I returned my attention to my immediate surroundings and reflected on the situation for a moment. Matilda was right about one thing, I would risk my life for my students.

"I'm going to Hartsdale in Westchester County," I announced to Sebastian and Henry. In their perspective, I had been sitting quietly in the lounge with them for the past few minutes.

"Hartsdale? Are you sure that would be a wise decision?" Sebastian asked. He seemed surprised at my choice of destination in particular. His reaction was strange under the circumstances, but I thought little of it at the moment.

"The children are being held hostage by a group of Van Helden's people. Eddy has been shot. He needs medical attention."

"You can take one of my company vehicles, but I regret that I will not be able to accompany you on this trip. I have an important business meeting to attend that may have a significant impact on the national situation."

"I'll come with you," Henry quickly interjected. "I can help Eddy as soon as we reach the group." I knew Henry would take the opportunity to accompany me on this trip, but I wasn't about to offer any objections. He was, after all, a doctor.

"Alright, bring some medical supplies along," I replied. "But we're not going directly to them just yet. The woman leading the group is Matilda Brant, she was an old rival of mine from the Snow Valley School for Girls. After watching the last few minutes unfold through Esme's eyes, I've come to the conclusion that Matilda has serious mental issues. I wouldn't be who I am today if I walked so foolishly into her blatant trap."



Henry and I exited the rear of the Shaw Industries headquarters and boarded one of the company's trucks. It wasn't the most elegant of vehicles, but it served our purpose. Henry wore his old black leather jacket from his days of employment here in New York, and carried a custom-made first aid kit with the supplies he needed to attend to Eddy's gunshot wound. I wore my white coat with long matching pants, and assumed organic-diamond form in case I needed the physical strength and protection.

There were nearly no pedestrians on the streets. Everyone who was aligned with the Van Helden movement were patrolling the area, checking local buildings for HVH banners. Others were either already killed or deep in hiding.

Eventually, we entered Hartsdale. It was an area of Westchester that was inhabited largely by people of Japanese descent. There was a very distinct presence of men on the street who openly dared not to display the HVH insignia on their clothing. They were dressed in suits, and some were guarding the entrances of buildings.

"I don't mean to pry into your personal affairs, Emma," Henry spoke up, "but why exactly are we here?"

"I'm going to see an old business associate of mine at Club Kazama," I answered. "Shaw and I had all sorts of powerful allies when we worked at the Hellfire Club over on 5th Avenue. Sho Kazama won't be the kind of man you're used to dealing with, but I'll be doing the talking. Just follow me and you'll be fine."

We pulled over next to Club Kazama in the Hartsdale area. It was marked with a large neon sign and guarded by two large men at the entrance. No efforts were made to maintain a low profile about the nature of the business. Van Helden's organization had apparently avoided confrontation with them as far as I could see.

"We're here to see Mister Kazama," I told the guards at the entrance.

"Mister Kazama has business with a blue-furred cat and a walking piece of jewelry?" The blonde-haired guard remarked. "What next, an alien chick with metal underwear?" The other guard just grinned.

"Pardon me, dear," I responded calmly, "but you'll find that this is really not the time to be rude to us."

"Ooh, she makes threats," the blonde guard walked closer and tried to stare me down. I looked back at him coldly and didn't back down so much as an inch. He ran his hand slowly down the side of my face. "Not a bad piece of ass though... if she was even human."

I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and turned it out to the side, causing a loud snap of the joint. Before he had a moment to wince in pain, I followed up with a tight grip around his neck with my right hand and lifted him two inches off the ground.

"Lesson number one, darling: Look, don't touch." I tightened the grip on his throat and added, "if you desire further lessons in the ways of polite society, your nasty auntie Emma would be gladly obliged. Otherwise, please be so kind as to take us to Mister Kazama."



The blonde guard led us through the ground floor of Club Kazama, passing dancers performing lap dances for men who wanted to escape the pressures created by all the recent chaos. Admittedly, the atmosphere carried an element of nostalgia for me personally. Henry, on the other hand, observed his surroundings with a kind of neutral fascination.

"I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you, Miss Frost," the guard told me while we walked toward the rear of the club. He held his wrist in pain but tried not to be obvious about it. "If there's anything I can do for Frost International--"

"It's alright, dear. I needed the exercise."

He mumbled inaudibly into an intercom unit next to a set of double doors at the rear.

"Mister Kazama will see you now," he told us as he opened the doors, revealing a staircase. "Upstairs, second door on the left." Henry and I made our way up to the second floor of the building, into a dark hallway.

We entered Kazama's office. It was lit primarily by the sunlight coming through narrow windows looking down onto the city streets. Sho Kazama sat behind a large wooden desk with a lamp and a personal computer. He was a Japanese-American in his forties, wearing an expensive grey suit, and gave off a strong aura of class and power. Henry and I approached and stood before his desk.

"Miss Frost," Kazama greeted me.

"Mister Kazama, this is my head researcher, Doctor Henry McCoy," I introduced the doctor. Henry bowed awkwardly.

Kazama continued to look at me with a neutral expression. "The past twenty-four hours have not been easy for any of us, even for the Kazama clan. So I hope you can forgive me for disposing of the formalities. How exactly may I help you, Miss Frost?"

"We were framed for the Washington incident by Van Helden's organization, and we flew here to New York in the hopes of finding refuge. But now Van Helden's people are holding my students hostage at the shore of Flushing Bay."

"I see." Kazama paused and glanced at his computer screen. "I am in a very difficult position, Miss Frost. I have done business with you many times in the past, and you have never failed my trust. Thus far, Van Helden has avoided direct confrontation with us. However, I also realize that Van Helden could become the new government of the United States. An alliance with your company against the new government does not appear, at face value, to be a wise choice for the future of my clan."

"One of my students was shot, and he will be dead within the next hour. Without your help, Henry and I would be walking blindly into a trap, and there would be no way we could save him."

"I understand your concern for your student, but--"

"His name is Eddy Kazama. He's your son."



Among the industrial area at the shore of Flushing Bay, Matilda Brant stood unarmed next to a parked limousine with two men on either side of her. Each of the men carried a long straight diamond sword. Further to their side were Ian Kendall and all of the students from my New Massachusetts Academy, standing in a line along the edge of the shore with Matilda's collars locked around their necks. They were also guarded by HVH members who were all armed with rifles. Sophie cradled her dying boyfriend, Eddy, in her arms as she waited with diminishing hope.

There was an eerie silence.

Suddenly, gunshots originated from distant positions among the surrounding industrial structures. One by one, the armed HVH members that guarded the students fell to the ground. Matilda stood still. She had become so obsessed and so focused on luring me into a scheme of vengeance that she hadn't even considered the wisdom of her positioning. She simply stared into the open and waited for it all to end. But the bullets never hit her, nor the students.

After a minute, Matilda found herself standing alone next to the parked limo. The two swordsmen to her sides were dead on the ground, and the diamond swords laid next to her feet. The students were left standing un-guarded now that all of the HVH members had been meticulously eliminated.

Henry, Sho Kazama, and I slowly approached the shore side-by-side. Walking behind us were a large group of Kazama clan members, wearing dark suits and carrying sniper rifles.

"Doctor McCoy!" Sophie yelled. Kazama and Henry quickly approached the wounded Eddy on Sophie's lap. Henry opened his first aid kit on the concrete floor and took a closer look at Eddy's wound. He then proceeded to administer an anesthetic to the boy, and prepared to extract the bullet before sealing the wound.

Meanwhile, I walked up to Matilda Brant and faced her eye-to-eye. I had seen her earlier that morning through Esme's eyes, but this was the first time I'd met her in person since our days at the Snow Valley School for Girls so many years ago.

"Little Miss Emma Frost, how long I've waited for this day," she began. She managed a defiant smile after a moment. "You know, I followed your career from day one. I watched the timid little girl become the bitch of a business woman you are today. Deep down in there, you always knew I was better than you. Just look at you, you even dyed your hair trying to make your scrawny ass look like me. You rose in the business world and you thought you were at the top of the world. Well, take a good look around you, little Emma. That world is gone now. Van Helden's world will be all that's left of America, and I'm a founding member of the new nation." She grabbed my coat with both hands and lowered her tone of voice. "So you see, Emma... This time, I win."

Fed up with her remarks, I delivered a brutal punch deep into her stomach with my diamond fist. She was instantly robbed of her breath and fell to her knees, gasping for air.

Matilda grabbed one of the two diamond swords next to her feet. In a swift motion, she stabbed me in the abdomen with an upward motion while she returned to her feet.

"Emma!" Ian yelled.

"It's alright, Ian," I struggled to speak as I held my stomach. "This is between Matilda and myself."

"Yeah, it's between us, Mister Kendall," Matilda continued ranting while she held the tip of her diamond sword within a millimeter of my throat. "I kept track of everything about your teacher's pet since then. Not just her business. I know all about her scandals, her schools, her diamond thing..."

"You have very serious mental issues, Matilda Brant," Ian remarked.

In a swift movement, I pushed the diamond blade away from my throat to the side, took hold of Matilda's wrist, and threw her to the ground with a hip-takedown. While Matilda returned to her feet, I grabbed the other diamond sword, and we faced each other in ready position.

"Not bad, little Miss Frost," Matilda taunted.

"So how long has it been since our fencing duels in phys. ed. class?" I asked, knowing full well that she would do anything for an opportunity to get even with me for my last victory in Snow Valley.

"Too long." She grinned with the eagerness of a child awaiting a Christmas gift. "I put two and two together since then. I know how you cheated to win it then."

"I trust your obsession also led you to discover that I can't use my telepathy in diamond form then. It'll be fair and square this time, dear."

Matilda and I circled each other in front of the parked limo, with our eyes focused on each other like hawks watching their prey. It was a one-on-one confrontation between two childhood rivals who had come to represent two sides of a national conflict. The old establishment versus the Van Helden revolution, encompassed in an old-fashioned face-off. My students formed a large group around us to watch their headmistress face their kidnapper. The Kazama clan members stood behind them with a disciplined silence, observing as the events unfolded.

"Emma, are you sure you know what you're doing?" Henry asked out of genuine concern, having just finished extracting the bullet out of Eddy's wound.

"I'll be fine, Henry," I replied to him.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Matilda cut me across the shoulder while I was distracted.

I quickly returned my complete attention to my rival and blocked her second attempted attack, blade-to-blade, only inches before it made contact with my throat. We locked blades. After a moment of struggle, Matilda managed to push me back and forced me down.

Slowly, I struggled to regain leverage. She pressed her knee hard into my abdomen where she had wounded me earlier. I winced in pain and quickly used my legs to kick her away from me. She fell backward to the ground with a loud thud.

Without wasting a second, we both jumped back up to our feet. Once again, we faced each other in ready position. The students cheered as though their home team had scored in a sporting event.

Losing her patience, Matilda charged at me aggressively with her blade extended. I parried it and slashed her across the shoulder. She winced in pain and tried to maintain a ready position.

For a moment, she stood looking at me with such hatred that I nearly felt the pierce of her stare. In contrast, I returned little more than a look of boredom, knowing it would only enrage her further, and consequently weaken her guard.

"You might've noticed that diamond is a bit harder than flesh, Matilda darling." I yawned.

Nearly driven over the edge by her rage, Matilda attempted a desperate upward jab that was aimed at my midsection. Her emotions made her so clumsy that I easily dodged the attack. I slashed the sword out of her hand, threw my own sword to the ground, and pinned her to the concrete floor with my knees holding her shoulders down. I then extended my organic-diamond index finger slowly toward her exposed neck, and held it within a millimeter of her throat.

"Organic diamond drill, frail human neck," I said to her softly. "Now give your nasty auntie Emma one reason why I shouldn't end it all right now."

Suddenly, the door of the parked limo opened, and a man stepped out. It was none other than Sebastian Shaw.

"Skilled in so many positions, just as I remembered," Sebastian's confident voice rang through the open space. From behind, he placed one of Matilda's modified collar devices around my neck and locked it in place. Involuntarily, I returned to skin form but still couldn't use my telepathy. "My deepest apologies, Emma. But I have decided that it would not be in my company's best interest to remain politically neutral in this conflict."

Sebastian reached over and gently pulled my hand away from Matilda's neck. He then took Matilda's hand and helped her up to her feet.

"You'll never change, Sebastian Shaw," Henry remarked. "Everything you said this morning was just another deception."

"Not quite, Doctor McCoy," Sebastian replied. "As I said, Heinrich Van Helden worked his way up through the Department of Defense when Shaw Industries was already one of the government's top defense contractors. Inevitably, our paths crossed and we became acquainted. My business is and always has been survival. Van Helden is the future. None of us can change that now."

Sho Kazama walked up to Sebastian with a stern expression.

"You were a trusted ally, Mister Shaw," Kazama spoke with a deep tone of authority. "I provided you with assistance when the world thought you were dead. I helped you survive. And this is how you repay me?" He pointed at his unconscious son, Eddy, still lying on Sophie's lap. "Today, you put my own son in danger! You have cut your ties with the Kazama clan forever!"

Matilda drew a pistol from her brown coat. She aimed it at Sho Kazama's head in point-blank range, and fired.

"Matilda!" Sebastian exclaimed at his new ally, in shock of her actions.

"Calm down, Mister Shaw," Matilda responded with a confident tone. The Kazama clan members had taken aim at her with their weapons. She dropped her gun and raised her hands in the air, as she delivered an announcement to the clan members. "Miss Frost is the last surviving major business owner who opposes the Van Helden movement. She currently has no physical protection from your bullets. I would like to remind you all that Heinrich Van Helden will have full control of the former United States within the next two days. As a founding member of his revolution, I offer you -- the surviving members of the Kazama clan -- an alliance with your new federal government.

"If you accept my offer, all you have to do is shoot and kill Miss Emma Frost."



End of Part 2