The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane - Marcus Aurelius

As the plane took off once more Ruby gazed at the man they were escorting. He was short, a grey suit and tie draped on his shoulders to fit him perfectly and a grey fedora to match with the suit; the only other colours being the polished black of his shoes and the green of his tie. The man's name was Mr Grey (Imaginative I know) and although he was covered in the same warm blankets that they were he still shivered somewhat despite his suit being arguably warmer than her own uniform.

"Mr Grey, could I just confirm where you need to be?" Asked Overseer Blair as he withdrew a small folder from the bag beside him

"To Murmansk Overseer" replied the man in a light voice

"Then we need to ask you to wear some armour" he replied, taking a vest from a nearby box

"No need for that Overseer, I already have my vest on"

"And you're armed as well?"

"Yes that too, might I ask why?"

Blair looked awkwardly back at Ruby and said "The climate is not too welcoming of foreigners right now… Let's just leave it at that"

Although the man was somewhat confounded by this he took Blair's word on the issue and soon enough they landed back on the strip

They found themselves and their guest being checked through the rather small Murmansk airport, the lack of people so late being quite useful and soon enough they found themselves out on the dark streets of the still damaged city.

They took a car which had waited for them and soon enough they were in front of the Murmansk Town Hall. With their 'client' delivered they took the car back to the Bunker and left the Grey-suited man to his Business.

Robert Grey had never liked flying, hence he was glad when he and his two escorts had finally landed and even more so when he arrived at the government building. The mention of a climate 'not too welcoming of foreigners right now' certainly made him anxious but his escorts somewhat alleviated that.

He walked up the stone steps to the building before entering and being searched by a guard. Having surrendered his handgun he was lead to the large doors to the side of the hall and entered to meet eyes with the full hall of people gathered around a long table; on one side sitting the Atlas diplomat and on the other sitting what he assumed to be the High Councillor of Mycelle.

"Took him long enough" commented someone as he moved towards the seat in the middle which was obviously reserved for him. Sitting down the man to his right (The label on the table identified him as Milovan Nyland) the talks began.

"So Mr Atlas diplomat, what excuse do you have for us today?" Began Nyland

"We have no excuse, the rouge will be brought to justice…" began the diplomat before being cut off by the bearded man

"Now see here diplomat, I do somewhat doubt that he was a rouge in the first place. Tell me, if he'd won would Atlas have declared his new state a rogue and invaded to restore power to the native people? No, they would have had him pay an extra tax and that is about it, eventually claiming the lad as their own if he refused to give it to them"

"Look Mr Nyland, we deeply apologise for the…." Began the diplomat once again before being interrupted once more

"And is that apology going to bring back the men and women who died by the hand of this 'rogue' of yours?"

"Could you focus on the peace deal?" suggested Grey

"Ah yes, we will accept no less than five Billion Lien and recognition as a sovereign state"

"Five billion?!" nearly yelled the diplomat "That's ridiculous!"

"And you somehow 'accidentally' attacking us isn't?"

The diplomat sighed and wrote on his clipboard "Look, I'll talk it over with my council but I can't promise anything"

"Good man" Commented Nyland "Just hurry up. We want this done quickly"

This 'Negotiation' went on for another half-hour before the diplomat was sent away to talk to the Atlas Council to deliver their demands. In the end they agreed, to hand over 4 Billion Lien and any claims to their land. At last there would be peace…

The shady back rooms of Junior's club all had their own aroma, this particular one Roman sat in with a single Bowler-capped guard smelled of cheap perfume and god knows what; at least they'd been nice enough to give him a plastic bag to sit on to avoid dirtying his white suit. The door creaked open and another man walked in; Dressed in a Khaki trench coat and suit he sat down opposite him and spoke "So mister Torchwick, how can Me and my boys assist you?"

"Ah, Mr… Sininen was it?" With a nod of the man he continued "You see I have some business over in Mycelle I need to conduct, but I doubt they'd let me through like any other. You understand my problem?"

"Perfectly Mr Torchwick, you want us to smuggle you in there and then out?"

"Exactly Mr Sininen, I hope to depart as soon as possible"

"Alright then" said the man, withdrawing his suitcase and filing through until his hand came back up with a brown folder. He opened the folder and flipped through it before stopping on a page and handing it to Torchwick "This one is unfortunately all we have available mister Torchwick. All boats heading there are thoroughly searched and we have our doubts that we can go our usual routes"

"So you're going to drop me out of an aircraft and say I was cargo that you lost due to a gust of wind?" eyed Torchwick sceptically

"Yes, you will be dropped off near their coast, from there it should be an hour's walk to Murmansk"

"Alright, how much baggage is allowed on this fight?"

"I suppose nothing too big. We'll give you a crate which will be thrown out with you and will also parachute down alongside you. Just know that we recommend you wear something more… suited to jumping" said the man pointing at his coat and hat

"That'l do then, Sign me up"

"Okay mister Torchwick, We'll expect a transfer of three thousand Lien at least a day prior to the drop, is that alright with you?"

"Yeah sure" Replied Torchwick as he took a check and wrote it up for five thousand Lien and handed it to the man "Is there anything else I should know?"

The man looked over the check and nodded at the sum "Be at the Vale airport's front at nine on Friday, our man will collect you there and bring you and your stuff to the plane where it will be packed in the crate and you'll be given a parachute. In other words you have two days to read up on parajumping techniques and perhaps get some practice…"

"Don't worry about me. I've jumped before (once during a rather ambitious dust heist) you do your job. I'll do mine"

Neo stood behind The Inspector as he looked over the corpse; it used to be a woman, now you could hardly tell as her chest was full of holes which dripped slightly brown blood onto the white slab of the morgue.

She was not the only one there in this state, there were five of them obviously a family since all had similar faces. The Inspector turned towards her and asked "So, what have you been able to gather from them so far?"

"They appear to be a family Inspector" replied she

"Good, Now have a closer look; any marks you can see aside from the holes?"

"No… Wait, he has some kind of tattoo on his back" she pointed

"Coroner! Could you let us take a look at his back?"

The man was flipped over and as the blood was wiped off his back revealing a small tattoo of a wolf's head and a sword going through it. The inspector took a few photos and asked Neo "So, what do you think it could mean?"

"Well maybe he's a hunter or something?" wondered Neo

"Yes, that is a possibility given the symbolism of the sword and the wolf. Still, it would be best to check with local law enforcement to see if they know what it could mean…"

And another one bites the dust! Sorry for not writing for a while but I kinda forgot.