A curtain of confidence shrouded the fear we felt. Armed with cold steel, we fractured the earth before us

An endless sky of possibilities through which we flew. Armed with hot courage, we built the world before us

Boots and heels oscillating in one great rhythm. We had become an army. Onward, to the dark gates of the Agency

Minds and souls connecting in one great network. We had become an army. Onward, to the brilliant gates of the dreamweb

Phase-inducing frequencies

Thermal-kinetic contiguity

We march though a world of vibrant dark-white

We fly though swirling spirals of dream-light

It was time. The network glasses glowed

Data-transmission complete. Command: Decode

The Informant was right, about everything

Four seismographic data auditors on the first floor

Seven radial-powered biomechs around the perimeter

One-hundred and thirty-two heavily armed guards

The Informant...The mysterious augmented man

The Informant...An obscured face from within the Agency itself

Should we even be trusting him?

The moment for hesitancy had passed

Without trust, there is no truth

It was now or it was never

It was time to capture the nemesis. It was time for the attack

But what price would we pay to bring back the man in Black?