Jeb Bush is all in my Europe with disease

[Sargun II]

OOC: Playing Mass Effect 2 a lot lately?

[Proxian Empire]

OOC: Very good game, but the name is just one I used to make it less obvious who this character is. I am nonetheless confident most of you are quite familiar with this persona .

[Sarah Tintagyl]

[quote name='DeSchaine' date='11 June 2010 - 11:21 PM' timestamp='1276294875' post='2333899']
When the delegates landed in Dublin, they would be met by army medical teams with testing kits. All members would be required to submit a blood sample before being allowed to continue on. When cleared, each would be conducted to the meeting by diplomatic APC convoys along a secure route.

A six block radius around the TRIAD HQ had been cleared. Only main routes to the airport were open. All others had been closed by the army with heavy vehicles. Inside the zone, teams patroled on foot with K-9's and a mix of lethal and less lethal weapons.

After passing through an airlock keeping the building in negative pressure, the visitors would be ushered down a stainless steel hallway to the Epidemic Response Center. If they looked around, they would notice all the furniture was of the same style. Everything in the room was designed to be sterilized quickly. President DeSchaine awaited them, a few sheets of notes at his elbow. He appeared at ease, dressed in his favorite polo shirt and best jeans. Looks could be deceiving, as he was deeply worried about the effect the situation was having on global trade.

He steepled his fingers and hummed "Devils Dance Floor" softly to himself as he waited.
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After Therese, Claire, and Gerard had all been checked and of course passed the examination, they were ushered down the stainless steel hallway to where Christos DeSchaine stood welcoming the parties from across Western Europe. Therese immediately gritted her teeth, maybe she had come a bit too formal for the occasion, wearing the long blue frock coat of an Imperial General, her rapier at her side and her eye patch hidden behind her blonde hair. But as her entourage flanked her, the French delegation bowed together in unison at the President and then Therese approached him personally.

"Monsieur DeSchaine...Christos." She smiled and took his hands in her own. "It is a pleasure to finally be here, though I wish..." The Empress said looking at the environment around her. "We could have met in better circumstances. Also I never got to thank you for your continued support for France over PEPTO, it is because of you that the Glory of France might be realized again." She rested her lips on his hands and her left eye twinkled. "I thank you always. But I hope that from here we can kill the next monster that threatens all of Western Europe again. We don't have a great deal of information on the disease, besides that the Germans should have a cure relatively soon. But there have been reports of murders, that's what worries me the most. I won't let everything I've worked for get torn asunder because of a bunch of stateless degenerates." Determination in her voice. "So I hope this will bring us all closer to finding the cause and ridding ourselves of it as well."

[Proxian Empire]

As President Walter Smith and his advisers passed through the medical examination, it was discovered that one of them had been infected by the disease. He was immediately separated from the rest of the group, but those who remained did not show any signs of infection. [i]Damn,[/i] thought President Smith. [i]Why would someone do this? We need to find a resolution, and fast.[/i]

Approaching the leaders of Taeunas and France for the first time as leader of Scotland, President Smith did his best to appear determined. "My good friends, how I wish we could meet upon better circumstances. I nonetheless am honoured." He extended his hand to shake that of President DeSchaine's, and kissed the hand of Empress Therese.

"I have much to tell you of this situation. The threat may be more dire than we have realised."

[DeSchaine]

He smiled warmly at the empress' words. "I too wish it was different. But, considering the issue at hand, it was needed. As for our support of France, we prefer to have stability in areas where there is none. PEPTO seems like a very loose conection of chaos to us." He smiled. "Thats why we worded the WEU as we did." A sigh slipped from him. "We have all worked so hard. Finally we have a small measure of peace here and look what happens. And the information from the Scots... it's disgusting to think humans work in this fashion. God help us all."

He turned to the new Scottish leader. "Smith, welcome. Sorry about your aid. He's receiving what treatment we have found to be effective. So, just how bad is this? The short version is fine. Details can wait till all the leaders are here."

[Lynneth]

A press release came from the VDL, the region formerly being the GDR.

"Our scientists and doctors are making great strides in fighting the sickness. We expect the cure to be ready within the next days. The Bayer AG will take over production of it once we know what is to be done to defeat the disease."

[DeSchaine]

DeSchaine looked over the the paper handed to him by an aid. "Of course. Instead of handing out the cure so we can manufacture our own and save more lives, we'll have to wait for them to tool up and produce enough. Bags." He passed the paper to Therese for her to read.

[DeSchaine]

The talks were underway on Dublin. Several leaders had gathered and were discussing the plauge, it's effects and it's possible origin. 

Outside of Cork, a team of six moved quietly through the night. They looked like large, bulky shadows as they advanced toward a solitary farmhouse, bit the only sounds were the soft whiring of servos and the occasional rustle of fabric. Suddenly, a hand went up closed into a fist. Instantly, all six stopped. Two fingers came up from the fist and motioned left and right. Needing no further instruction, a pair of soldiers moved in each direction, while the leader and his second stood still, their eyes watching the house through visors. Flipping between different NV and IR modes, they watched for any movement outside the house. The largest window flickered with the light of a telly. Onthe second floor, a single window on the southwest corner burned with a soft glow. 

**Inside the house**

"So, what's the plan then?"
"We move on three days."
"Why so long?"
"Security. With the meeting on Dublin, things are too tight. After the talks, things will go back to normal."
The first man nodded his head and walked to the kitchen. He flipped a light on and reached into the fridge for a stout. Something had gone wrong. Taeunas was supposed to be in the same dire situation as Scotland. Somehow though, the disease hadn't hit anywhere near as hard here. That would all change on a few days. The man smiled to himself as he cracked open the bottle and took a swig. 

**Outside**

The armored troopers caught the new light and the leader muttered a single word into his com. "Kitchen." A double click and then a triple click came back over, the other teams having received the message. Another couple of minutes and the same series repeated, letting the leader know they were in position. Each member would make a final check of their partners armor. 

Ammo mags were checked, even though there hadn't been any action yet. Power cells were changed to ensure full capabilities of the suit and soldier within. Taser electrodes were plugged into the knuckles of the suits gloves in the hopes of taking at least one alive. 

"Execute." said the leader softly. 

The matte grays and greens hid them in the dark night almost perfectly. A thermal layer just below the outer layer of ballistic fabric trapped much of their heat and made them all but invisible to thermal scopes as they charged the house from three different directions. 

The three teams hit at almost the exact same moment. The first was the team assigned to take the second floor. The two jumped from the ground with augmented motions and crashed through the windows. One rolled as he hit, his momentum carrying him through the door to where the light was. His partner dashed in behind him as the rooms occupent sat straight up in surprise on the bed. He was rewarded with a solid punch in the chest from an armored fist, 50k volts surging through him, taking him out. 

Below, the rear team blasted in through the back door and into the kitchen. The man with the beer had managed to grab a shotgun and cook off two shells. They both hit the first trooper through the doorway, rocking her back with a grunt as she lined up her BR-29 and let loose a burst.

Five rounds spit from the end of her shortened weapon and tracked up the gunmans torso, tearing open his lungs, heart, and throat before the last two tore up his face.

In the livingroom, the lead team split up, one through the door with his weapon ready, the leader on through the window. As the man watching the telly shot at the leader, the back of his head was removed by a well placed round from the other troopers weapon and he dropped. 

The soldiers moved quickly through the house, and soon a call of "all clear" was made and echoed twice. The team leader stepped outside and removed his helmet. He pressed the com link. 

"Command, Spectre. All clear. No casulities. Two tangos KIA, one shocked. Over."
"Spectre, Taccom. Roger. TRIAD and security inbound. RTB. Out."

In less than five minutes, the sound of choppers shattered the silence of the farm and three Yellowjackets landed. From two came an HCT security team and a team of hazmat techs. The third was empty, and had a different unit patch painted on the side. It was standing by to load up the strike team. After a short briefing with the CO of the security team, the armored troops loaded up and headed back to their Clare Isle base. 

In Dublin, an aide strode into the meeting and whispered to DeSchaine. The president gave a shocked look to the man. "Are you sure?" he asked. The man nodded. "Very well then." He turned back to the gathering. "It seems things ARE more intense than we thought. One of Taeunas special forces units just took out a three man cell in Cork." He proceeded to fill them in on the details, including the part of finding three aresol delivery systems containing the virus discovered by the hazmat team. "Now, these men are NOT Taeunas citizens, so I ask for general consumption, what the hell is going on?"

[King Timmy]

OOC: I'll ask next time I swear!

Edited June 15, 2010 by KingTimmy

[Razgriz 2K9]

The French Dominion of Galicia has closed it's borders with Scottish Portugal while treating the symptoms of the plague in our hospitals and clinics.

[Proxian Empire]

"The Scottish Secret Intelligence Service has managed to infiltrate a terrorist cell suspected of manufacturing and spreading the plague. The terrorist cell appears to be a splinter group of the former España terrorists who created the insurgency in Scottish Iberia decades ago. Their motives and goals appear to be drastically different from before, seeking not only to harm Scotland and her immediate allies but to also terrorise nations across the world," President Smith said.

"We have determined the new name of the group to be Cerberus and their leader to be someone known as the "Illusive Man", although we are not entirely sure what this person's true identity may be. His whereabouts are unknown to even some of the highest ranking members of Cerberus from what our agents have been unable to determine. I can assure you that we have some of the best men that I have personally assigned to this investigation, but your help is sorely needed." President Smith read over a document handed to him by a Taeunas aid.

"I am pleased to know the Germans have managed to develop a cure, but I have further unfortunate news. The terrorists appear to be developing a new disease that specifically targets the cells in those immune to the first virus. We should forward this information to their scientists immediately."

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The secret volcano island base off the coast of Scottish Portugal had been well hidden by Cerberus. Surfacing from the water, the Scottish agent crept ashore to determine what exactly he had uncovered. Not far behind him, a beautiful woman surfaced from the ocean waves and shook the water from her body. After many troublesome events such as gambling in casinos, escaping sharks with laser beams on their head, sleeping with countless attractive women, and fighting a man with shark jaw-like teeth attacking him in his crashing helicopter, the Scottish agent had finally discovered the secret, volcano island base of Cerberus.

"By the way," the woman cooed. "You still haven't told me your name."
"Well Ms. Andress, the name's Connery," the Scottish man said. "Sean Connery."

Edited June 16, 2010 by King Penchuk

[Lynneth]

"We have found a cure for the first of the diseases. here in Germany, Bayer AG will take over production and distribution, while we will of course be sending the 'blueprints', so to say, to each affected nation so they can do their own thing however needed."

With great speed, planes would take off from the Munich airport less than 24 hours later, each going to one of the affected nations where the sickness had been found.


"We will of course work just as hard on curbing the terrorist's success with their new disease, though it'll be hard developing a true cure until we get our hands on samples."

[DeSchaine]

DeSchaine arched an eyebrow. "Cerberus? As in the three headed dog that guards the gates of Hades? Bags." He brushed his fingers through his hair. "Ok, so how far have your people penetrated this group? Details now, please. For myself, I'd like to know places, times and names." He held up a hand to forstall objections. "I'm not saying we would do anything right away, but considering what you just told us, sooner would be better, as far as knowing where and who we need to hit goes."

 "We're greatfull for the help of the German people. We've managed to stop the spread of the original virus through the use of anti viral drugs, but a cure is still a little ways off. With the German results, we can protect the population that much faster."

[Proxian Empire]

[quote name='DeSchaine' date='16 June 2010 - 09:35 PM' timestamp='1276720528' post='2339811']
DeSchaine arched an eyebrow. "Cerberus? As in the three headed dog that guards the gates of Hades? Bags." He brushed his fingers through his hair. "Ok, so how far have your people penetrated this group? Details now, please. For myself, I'd like to know places, times and names." He held up a hand to forstall objections. "I'm not saying we would do anything right away, but considering what you just told us, sooner would be better, as far as knowing where and who we need to hit goes."

 "We're greatfull for the help of the German people. We've managed to stop the spread of the original virus through the use of anti viral drugs, but a cure is still a little ways off. With the German results, we can protect the population that much faster."
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"We haven't had direct contact with the majority of our agents for the past few days. The latest intelligence report that I have for you is as follows," Smith handed the report to DeSchaine.


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The report gave details of numerous ongoing operations throughout Europe and a suspected laboratory along the eastern coast of North America, although the exact whereabouts were still yet undetermined. Known bases were in the following approximate locations:

Near or inside Cork [b]Infiltrated by Agent 004, last heard from 4 days ago[/b]
Near or inside Derry [b]Infiltrated by Agent 005, last heard from 2 days ago[/b]
[s]Newcastle[/s] [b]Seized by MI6 operatives, believed to have been home to the [u]Illusive Man[/u][/b]
Near or inside Lille [b]Infiltrated by 006, [u]KIA[/u][/b]
Near Lisbon [b]Infiltrated by Agent 007[/b]
Additional suspected bases in Taeunas, France, Germany, and Finland. Exact locations yet to be determined
Suspected headquarters in Scottish Portugal [b]Under investigation by Agent 007[/b]

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An older lady by the name of Judi Dench stood forward to continue where President Smith had left off. Evidently she was a high ranking official from MI6. "We were maintaining direct contact with 007 up until a few hours prior to our departure for Dublin. The last we heard from him was during some sort of gambling within a popular casino, followed by a coded message from a helicopter departing for some "island" that is not listed anywhere on our databases." She paused for a moment, before adding.

"We are not entirely sure how, but we believe Cerberus has managed to accumulate a large amount of wealth. It is possible they have constructed a man-made island in a short period of time, although we are not entirely sure how. We are waiting on further information from 007, but no contact has been made for some time now. We are growing increasingly concerned, especially considering 004's concern over some kind of widespread attack.

Edited June 16, 2010 by King Penchuk

[Proxian Empire]

Despite being drenched in the ocean's salt water mere minutes ago, Sean Connery, Agent 007 of the Scottish Secret Intelligence Service, was perfectly dry and wearing the finest tuxedo. Followed closely by his companion, Ursula Andress, Sean Connery approached the massive base hidden within the volcano. Two guards patrolled a rather obvious and unhidden entrance to the secret volcano base.

"Strange, if I didn't know better I would think that those men were football players for Newcastle United," pondered Connery. "For such a massive institution you think they would hide this a little more carefully as well." While Ursula distracted the guards with her bikini clad body, Connery knocked the Newcastle United players unconscious with his manliness. "That's better," Connery smiled as the men stared blankly into the clouds. The unlikely duo cautiously entered the lair of the [b]Illusive Man[/b]...


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"007, we meet again!" snickered Nick Griffin as he circled the captured Sean Connery and Ursula Andress.
"Of course, I've missed your sparkling personality," Connery smiled back, refusing to be intimidated by the pathetic excuse for a man.
Nick Griffin's face reddened with anger. "You'll get what you deserve for working for the Scottish! My master will destroy and then rebuild the world in his image! Those who are not killed by this second disease will be far too weak to resist. It's too bad you won't be around to see his glory, when he becomes Supreme God Emperor of Europe and then the world!" Nick Griffin said sinisterly.

The room was disturbingly dark. Connery could feel his scantly clad companion shaking with fear. He had been stripped of most of his equipment, but the most important item in his possession had yet been undetected. His hands and Ursula's had been tied tightly behind their backs to a metal pole hovering over a pit of lava. [i]Charming,[/i] thought Connery. [i]If I can just reach my watch though...[/i] He stretched his hands to the fullest extent, but it was no use. He would need more time.

Footsteps from the darkness loomed closer, as Connery came face to face with the dreaded [b]Illusive Man[/b]. Walking into view, the [b]Illusive Man[/b] boomed with laughter as Connery's eyes widened. "It can't be you. You should be dead!"

[img]http://www.agonyboothmedia.com/images/articles/Mercer_for_President_2008/DefaultPageImage.jpg[/img]

"No, my good 007, this is not Lee Mercer Jr but his son! My master is Lee Mercer III, and he will put an end to your deeds! Within the next few hours we will be sending the final communication to all of our subordinates around the world to unleash the second wave of the plague. But first, we will lower you into the [b]Pit of Doom™[/b] and you will trouble us no more!" Nick Griffin cackled like a schoolgirl before being lifted into the air by the towering Lee Mercer III. Nick Griffin screamed, pleading for his life before being tossed into the [b]Pit of Doom™[/b].

"I was wondering when that blundering idiot would shut up. I see you are quite the more...violent type than your father was," Connery said to Lee Mercer III.

In what felt like ages ago, Sean Connery had defeated Lee Mercer Jr, the father of the Illusive Man, in hand to hand combat during a previous attempt to coup King Douglas. It appeared that his son had gone one step further, and was prepared to kill those who he felt was in his way. Clearly, the weak willed Nick Griffin had served his purpose and had been disposed of.

"I have over 2000 Tapes to play to prove this program/project is authentic. My only Guardian Former Governor of Texas Ann Richards has just joined me MERCER FOR PRESIDENT CAMPAIGN! The United States government owes me Zillions of Dollars in money," said Lee Mercer III. He pointed a finger at Sean Connery and yelled as loud as he could. "President Walter Smith and other Public Officials have been Impeached by Cerberus for torture of me and my family! To prove there are and were no other candidates for President of Europe who qualify because every citizen in Europe is under a Criminal Investigations! To Prove I have solved every crime in the world as it happens from zero to start to finish for every crime done!" Raising his arms into the air he shouted one last incomprehensible banter. "To prove every person in the United States of America knows me and everybody in the International World knows me too! I will be the 2nd Negro President of Europe! On August 22, 1992, The State of Texas installed an intelligence hotwire in me! [size="4"][b]I am on an academic intelligence hotwire that can not be unhooked by anyone! [/b][/size]"

Laughing like a maniac, Lee Mercer III exited the room as the pole chained to Sean Connery and Ursula Andress were slowly lowered into the [b]Pit of Doom™[/b]. Newcastle United guards clumsily watched over the prisoners, uncertain of what to do with Nick Griffin dead and their inability to understand their leader.

"Here boys, I have a final request." Sean Connery motioned towards the guards. Tripping over himself numerous times, one of the Newcastle United guards (again, a player of the most supremely evil football club) approached Sean Connery with curiosity. "Can you be so kind as to press this button on my wrist watch?" The Newcastle United guard pressed the button and immediately a signal was sent to a satellite in communication with the Scottish Secret Intelligence Service, also known as MI6.

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Interrupting the discussion between the world leaders, a Scottish aid whispered into the ear of President Walter Smith. "My friends, I believe we may have discovered their headquarters."

Edited June 16, 2010 by King Penchuk

[DeSchaine]

DeSchaine looked over the report. "Well, the cell in Cork has been taken out. I'll have to get the pictures of them. Hopefully the one we left alive is your man." He scanned the report. "Derry we've suspected but had no proof on a couple of targets. We'll take them out in the next few days." His eyes roamed further over the report. "An uncharted island near Lisbon? How is that possible?" he snorted. "It just so happens that our expiditionary fleet is headed south. It should be close by. I can have it pause for a few days if needed." He wrote a few notes down and pushed the papers over toward Therese. "You might want to look over these. Potential problems if they find a foothold in your Iberian territories."

He sat back and laced his fingers behind his head, laying it back and staring at the ceiling. "Ok, so what do you propose?" he asked the Scot. "Our plan is going to be snapping these langers up and execute them at a dawn of my choosing. But that's just for us. In the overall scheme of things, how do we deal with Cerberus and Espana?"  

 

[Proxian Empire]

"We need to coordinate our efforts to combat these terrorists. Together we can arrest the known members of Cerberus and assault their bases. Ultimately, our main concern should be assisting 007 with his discovery of what appears to be their headquarters," the Scot said. Smith nodded to one of his aids before turning back to DeSchaine.

"A military effort is being prepared in Scottish Portugal for an assault on this island base of theirs. Any assistance will be greatly appreciated, but it will need to be assembled quickly. Our man's life hangs in the balance."

[DeSchaine]

DeSchaine shook his head and grinned. "Some assembly not required this time. A full battle group is in the area. TNS Morrigan and her escorts, along with TNS Agrona. Escorts include six defense crusiers, three missile frigates and two subs. Agrona carries 175 regular HCT and 25 NoKS equipped HCT soldiers. I think that should be enough to support your man." He motioned for an aide. "Smythe, call Defense and find out how far from the coast of Scottish Portugal. Tell them I've ordered TF Roman Candle to delay for as long as it takes to complete this mission. Also, bring in the pictures of the Cork cell we took out." The man nodded and jogged out of the room.

"Ok, I hope your man has a way to signal my people. I can have the men in the air as soon as we have a fixed location." he said. He took a sip from his water and made a mark on his notes. "Next... what about this disease? If there is a second wave of sickness ready to go, we need to figure out how its going to be passed out. The stuff in Cork was in spray cans. Turns the contents into a water vapor that gets spread around. Do you have any information on that?"

[Proxian Empire]

Judi Dench handed DeSchaine a report that detailed the island coordinates and strategy being used by the Scottish military.

"As for the disease, this could be seriously more complicated. We've turned up reports of all different sorts of ways the disease is being spread, from spray cans, to infecting livestock, to tainted water sources. From what our intelligence has gathered, water has been the key factor in spreading the virus, at least in Scotland. Although we were quick to catch on to infilitrations in our water containment facilities, too much of the disease had already spread and had began to be transfered from human to human."

"In regards to this second disease, we have no information on it at all. The good news is that it hasn't been unleashed on any human populaces, but if we do not hurry to contain the terrorists that could change."

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In preparation for the airborne assault on the island, the Scottish military began loading men into aircraft.

[DeSchaine]

With the cooridinates transmitted to the fleet, the activity on the ships picked up. On the Agrona, Yellowjackets and Dragonflys were unfolded on the deck and Taeunas troops in NoKS armor loaded aboard three of the choppers. They would hit first with their augmented capabilities and heavy weapons.

Right behind them would come several waves of aircraft and hovercraft to deliver the rest of the soldiers. Before that however, two squadrons of Jagatai attack fighters would launch from the Morrigan, seeking out and destroying any antiair and ground defnses in place.

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DeSchaine rubbed a hand across his forehead. "Thats very disturbing info. I hate to say this, but trade considerations with Scotland will have to become tougher for the duration of this. We don't want to be importing tainted products."

[Proxian Empire]

Scottish aircraft landed upon the military installation within seconds and took the Newcastle United guards completely by surprise. As the bullets and bombs flew, panick ensued within Lee Mercer III's lair. Cleverly, Sean Connery had already escaped his shackles, saved the woman, and effectively took out those who stood in his way. Fixing his tie, he made his way to control room. "This is it," he said into his wrist watch.

[Proxian Empire]

Sean Connery opened the door to the control room carefully. Staring out the window was a large, illusive figure sitting in an armchair, stroking a hairless cat.
"This is the end of the road for you. The Scottish military is seizing control of this installation, I suggest you give up now," Connery said to the man.
"To prove that Scotland has two Presidents and I am one of them?" Lee Mercer III asked. "There is only one president, and that will never be you," Connery replied, raising a pistol at the back of the man's head.

"Prove my Presidential Campaign Committee joined my me in my Presidential Campaign and Eye Spy Community- Military Intelligence Business and Commerce Intelligence, my board and staff and me saved the lives of every person alive at this future time." Lee Mercer III spun around abruptly in his chair, glaring into the eyes of Agent 007. He still donned the shirt of the most supremely evil football club, Newcastle United.

Sean Connery sighed, knowing it was impossible to get through to such a lunatic. Lee Mercer III suddenly ate the hairless cat, stood up, and bellowed with rage at the Scottish agent. "To Prove the definition Kill in the Random House Dictionary of the English Language!" The man charged at Sean Connery and knocked the pistol from his hands. "The things I do for Scotland," muttered Sean Connery as he effectively countered Lee Mercer III with martial arts.

A battle to the death ensued that was 1,000,000 times more epic than Lord of the Rings. Limping, Lee Mercer III realised he had been defeated just as his father before him. Panicking, he eyed the big red button labelled "Press Me", and lunged for it. Sean Connery immediately realised this would launch a new, unstoppable plague and that it was up to him to prevent such a catastrophe. Knocking Lee Mercer III as hard as he could in the head, the large man tumbled to the ground.

"The...voices. The voices have stopped," grumbled Lee Mercer III as he stared blankly at the ceiling. "I can finally see clearly now. The Toon Army has always been crap...oh how lost I was. How could I ever support such a rubbish team?" Raising a pistol his head, Lee Mercer III put an end to the Mercer dynasty and took his own life.

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[b]Epilogue[/b]
Shortly after the complete surrender of Cerberus, President Walter Smith declared the contamination of Europe ended. The majority of people had recovered, and no new plague like occurances had been reported in some weeks. Newcastle United was forever relegated to League Two, never to be heard from again. Somewhere on a beach, a Scottish man relaxed with a woman known as Ursula Andress drinking an alcoholic drink. Shaken, not stirred.


The End