Massatsu sat at his desk once more and sadly shook his head. No matter how many times he read the data it always was the same. The Wraiths though able to oppose Omni-Pol and even get away with it for a while where falling apart. The general actions of Omni-Tek where growing tiresome and the adventurer finally shook his head. "Time to end this charade." He stood and finally set his reign and pain of patricia pistols upon the desk "No use for these peices of junk anymore." he looked over everything before he gripped his new blades as well as his armor and everything else he owned, looking back into the office with a final smile as he spoke words that would forever be burning into the security feeds, looking directly at the camera "Wraiths never die. They only fade for a while only to appear when you least expect them. Here we stand on the firing line. Here we walk through the feild where we died. We will fight and let the voice ring true. We are the ghosts, always standing next to you." and with that he held up the three grenades, depressing the timer switches and tossing them within his office, every single record of the Wraiths within the data disks as he turned, walking down the hall, pulling his shades from his pocket and placing them over his eyes. A grim expression set upon his face as he walked down the hall, shadows falling over his body and face, making him almost seem to be the very creature of his organization, several seconds later a detonation in a small contained plasma explosion, everything within the office instantly reduced to dust, smoke drifted down the hall and the fire suppression sprinklers activated, soaking everything in the building in Omni-HQ. A grim figure continued down the hall, then down the stairs, reaching the door he shoved aside several Omni-Pol troopers running in to see what the explosion was, outside he turned to look up to the wreckage of his former office, "Three, two, one..." Then two more explosions of high concussion grenades rocked the building, shattering the glass and concrete of the floor and sending several forms plumetting to the ground, three floors destroyed in the blast, but every single record of the Wraiths was now utterly annihilated. Nothing but ashes and dust floating down on the wind as the adventurer nodded once. "And thus the Wraiths fade, for the time. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust."
Several minutes later a fixer in Borealis looked to his datapad reading the news of the explosion, frowning a little as he leaned back rubbing his chin, Kouten then exhaled slowly "So its hit the fan....everything is comming to the boiling point rapidly....I hope that Massatsu knew what the hell he was doing with this."
Massatsu walked through the streets of Omni-1 Trade District slowly, shaking his head as he looked around. Obviously the ants here noticed nothing of the explosion, typical he thought, like dogs on a leash. His trek continued on, and out to the ferry. He keyed in then passed over to Harry's. And still he continued on, in a solemn walk, no emotion passing across his features. Turning down a road, reaching the docks he then took a second ferry across to Pleasant Meadows. Walking down along the river edge, boots scuffing across the ground, his eyes forward on his destination, the howls of the grimwolves he found himself returning, howling to the moon. As the sky grew cloudy and lightning flashed sending a distant rumbling as raindrops began to fall, quickly turning into a pour. The adventurer then pulled his shades off, looking to the heavens as he finally let a smile cross his features. "Very fitting choice. You have my thanks." and grimly he marched on. Finally reaching a shrine out deep in the wilderness, the circle of standing stones marking the place the Wraiths was born, he looked around as the rain soaked him to the bone, but he didn't care about it, the water never bothered him. As he looked around the stones memories began to flood, scenes of things in the distant past and even some of the recent as he closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the voices of memory, those gone, perhaps forever....he was never sure anymore...then words unbidden began to come to his lips as the last memory came to him, a battlefield with screaming wounded and dead, the ground soaked with blood and scorched with the impact craters of heavy artillery... "I see the sadness in their eyes. Meloncholy in their cries. Devoid of all the passion, the human spirit cannot die. Look at the pain around me, this is what I cry for. Look at the pain around me, this is what I'll die for."
He lifted his wrist looking to the keypad then finally keyed in the command, watching as those last words came to the screen 'Are you sure you wish to disband organization "Wraiths"?' a slow and final breath as he confirmed and suddenly felt dead within, as if everything had been stripped away...he looked up to the sky, his eyes closed, and finally he screamed, from the very depths of his soul, the soul unearthly, bringing even the clan knight guards at the nearby tower to bring forth their weapons, clenching them with white knuckles, fearing whatever creature's battlecry that must surely be...heads darting back and forth as they looked for something they would never see. Many moments after the scream had echoed into oblivion the adventurer sank to his knees, his head lowered as his hair fell about his face, and there he stayed for minutes, an hour drew by, then a second before he finally stood, he put his shades back on and began the long walk back towards the ferry to reach Harry's so much had changed and now this was merely one thing to add to the list...a new beginning was emerging, but what would it bring he did not know, he never did.....
