Iamthey stood in front of a large metal door, half sunken in the earth. Some knew this place as a hill, but others knew it as the lair of Count Confusion. In light of the recent betrayals, the Council had hastily elected Iamthey to represent HA in a bit of a bilateral talk with the Separatists. Although Iamthey had felt flattered at the time, he now was sure that the Council had elected him because he was immortal. How convenient; send someone who cannot die on a suicide mission. The large barricade that was the door opened up to reveal a medium height guard. His head was shaven bald, and he carried a standard assault rifle. "Who the hell are you!"
"Let me first say that I mean you no harm, and only wish to have a chat with your leader."
"I'll tell you; know the only way you are getting to Count Confusion is over my big dead ass."
"Oh, I had hoped it would not come to that." At that, the "peace maker" planted a knife into the center of the guard's forehead. The body dropped without a sound, and Iamthey sided the door shut behind him. At that moment a patrol made up of a brace (two men) entered the entry way. "Damn, this is the last thing I need," He said as he removed his desert eagles and produced a hole in the heads of each of the two guards. Before additional men came to investigate the gunshots, Iamthey turned to dust and moved to Count Confusion's office via the ventilation shafts.

When he arrived, Confusion was not in the office. He took a seat behind the Count's desk and turned the chair so that it faced the opposite wall to the door.

"Sir, I have a report of two gunshots earlier today." A young guard reported to Confusion as he briskly walked down the hall to his office.
"And… we have hundreds of gunshots, what with the executions, the practice. Its not uncommon."
"I know sir, but this was different; the ones you have described came from the lower levels. This one was on a surface level. To be more specific, they were in the main entry hall," The guard pushed.
Confusion turned to face the guard in the eye. Now growing impatient of the guards ignorance, he said, "Do I look like a security chief to you? Gunshots in a military installation are not uncommon! This is the kind of thing you report to a sergeant. Do you understand me!"
"Yes, but-"
"But nothing; I have no time for this! I want you to write a report; I will read it in the morning." His tone softened, realizing that perhaps this requite was not just wasting his time; making false or slanted truth tales of events in hopes of being rewarded with a promotion. "Now good night."
"Very well my lord, but one thing; I believe that there may be an intruder."

The words of the young guard did not cross Count's mind until he had already entered his office. Nothing was changed; everything was as it had been, except his chair. Smirking, he realized who it must be. "Please, Matthew, we are enemies now; you are my opposition's Senior Advisor."
"Except, they were gunshots; not knives, not poising, and not anything in the manner of stealth. No, they were gunshots. Oh, Count, it appears you are losing your touch," Iamthey's voice answered.
"Ah, so it is the great Head of Council. Have you come to make an appeal for the Elites, to stand before me and beg for a mercy that does not even concern you?" Confusion began.
"No, I have not come to make some petty attempt to win you over to my side, nor have I come to ridicule you. My journey is not necessarily one of war; my reason, my motive for undertaking this mission is in hopes that you could shed light on a question. I know that the Elites are not planning anything; my question for you is why, why do waste your time taking on a task that will inevitably end in your demise."
"Iamthey, you surprise me; I had assumed that you had made your journey simply on the request of Dogbert, or perhaps your Council of Elites." Confusion said the word with such disgust, such hate, you could feel his anger flowing through the air. "To answer your question…most people know the Elites have nothing planned; I am referring to those with some degree of intelligence. As I said, they have nothing planned, and if you ask me, they probably do not have the mental capacity to focus on any single objective."
"You still have not answered my question."
"Of course, you are much quicker than the others. Anyway, why…well I suppose the most obvious reason is their sickening level of intelligence, or lack their of; coupled with their leaders' and their mammoth good complexes, it tends brings an unmatched hate to the surface of any educated individual, as well as an extraordinary revelation. They are a danger to themselves and to the entire Community, and must be eradicated."
"Well, I must say I agree you. The immense arrogance of the Elites have blinded them; because of this they have allowed Viggy to enter their group."
"You have much reason."
"I warn you, however, although we agree on some ideologies, does not mean you will have any chance at converting me." Iamthey cautioned.
"Are you loyal to Dogbert?" Confusion asked.
"Dogbert has done nothing to deserve a betrayal. Yes, he has made deals with shady figures in the past, but those were rare occasions that he did for the good of High Alliance."
"Yes, well, now that we have talked, are you still sure of your neutrality?"
"You are limited by your one-sided thinking. You see this as two sides - Elites and Separatists. Although we agree on aspects of the war, I would never place myself on any single side. I am on the side of HA. I do not break the trusts of friends without a reason. I have done business with you before, you are not one I would throw my lot in with."
"Indeed, when this is all over you will have yet to fall. However, it seems as though you have made you choice. So be it, Elite." Confusion ended the conversation by pulling his own gun, a smaller berretta, and fire two shots in the direction of Iamthey. Before any collision could be made, Iamthey was sitting back in his own office.

As he left the room, he noticed James from earlier that day. "James, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure, anything?"
"Assemble the IIC; in addition get the Senior Advisor and our military leader, WhiffleBallTony. Have them meet me in the main Council Chamber in approximately one hour."
"It will be done."