Tong spoke to Dumier at a huge slab of concrete that served the Illuminati as a table as Tong unveiled his proposal. The others hovered all around them, a half-visible audience unwilling to step out fom the shadows. JC Denton had combined with the mighty Helios AI and this new, great, entity had devised a plan to perfect civilisation. The plan was chilling in its simplicity at heart: humans are imperfect beings, whose greatest desires conflict and whose nature leads them inevitably to conflict. In order to remedy the problems of man externally, you must remedy them internally - remake humanity.
Tong spoke with both the clear logic and rhetorical flourish of rehearsed speech and the underlying passion of a true fanatic, while Chad sat and listened, grunting in the affirmative at appropriate moments. His expression appeared blank, but Nicolette - in spite of all the recent changes - knew him better than most. She could see the hard lines around his eyes, the choking, blinding rage evident in his movements. Tong finished his speech and Dumier began to ask questions about what happened at Area 51 - seemingly innocuous at first, but quickly growing more and more pointed.
"Did you tell JC Denton to destroy Area 51?" Chad asked finally in a flat, hostile, tone. Tong looked at him for a long moment.
"Yes." Dumier's rage began to boil to the surface.
"Then you are a murderer on an awesome scale." Tracer Tong's manner remained dispassionate but his response was quick and defensive.
"It saved lives in the long run. MJ-12 is broken and the suffering they would cause, the enslavement, will never happen now."
"Death by anarchy and the destruction of technology is somehow better? You and that... that machine will destroy the very concept of humanity! SEIZE HIM!" Chad suddenly roared to the shadows around. Several forms rushed forward to do just that before Tong could react - Chad had obviously planned this in advance - but they were not even remotely fast enough. Tong swiftly stood and struck at his leading assailant with inhuman force, shattering bone and hurling him back into his fellows, sending them all sprawling to the floor. There was movement on all sides now, and Chad was drawing a pistol from his belt, but Tong moved and suddenly noxious gas exploded out in all directions. The shadows were coughing and crawling to escape it, while Tong - apparently unaffected - whirled and sprinted for the exit.
He was intercepted before he could reach it, however, by one of the Illuminati - a tall man in an ancient suit who jumped out and levelled a combat shotgun at Tong, at point-blank range. Time froze for a moment for both men, then Tong shouldered past and made for the door as his assailant crumpled slowly to the floor. The gun fell unnoticed from the man's hand as he clutched at his stomach where the was a small tear in his suit and a couple of drops of blood.
The cameras covering Paris never saw Tracer Tong leave the city, although scans and full search parties ascertained that he had left the sewers.