<div class="floatleft">(http://rossvross.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/taken-liam-neeson.jpg)</div>Numbers rushed across a blue screen, sat amongst many CCTV screens covering the city of New York. A puff of thick cigar smoke rose to the ceiling as the man in front of all the screens, relaxed and calm, monitored as much as he could. New York was a mess compared to what it had been around 70 years ago. Once a bustling metropolis, it was now a ruined and desolate city. Some landmarks still around but severly damaged, some buildings still standing tall with massive gaping holes in the structure. And as far as people, well you either had the people trying to survive and escape the alliance, alliance soldiers or the Alliance victims. And whilst the Survivors had a bad time of it, it was the Victims that he felt the worst for.<br/><br/>The Alliance, in the pursuit of the perfect human, and other science like turning humans without the gentic code into soulless soldiers, conducted numerous experiments. And some of these experiments were cruel. That is why the hunted the survivors. And sometimes the experiments didn't work out. And what the Alliance had left, the dumped back into the survivor territories of New York. Some were just wandering around, completely harmless. But some were more dangerous than the Alliance soldiers themselves.<br/><br/>He shook his head and put a pained forhead into his right palm. The problem with human nature is the search and hunger for power. North Korea had unlocked pandora's box, and then the Master had taken the box and finished the job of destroying the world that North Korea had started.<br/>He turned to a screen that showed messages from his one and only contact within the Alliance. He had just recieved a message and he read the contents. He smiled as hope seeped into him He got out of his chair and took the information, quickly typing it into another computer before turning around and standing in front of a camera. A machine started a countdown after informing him that his transmission would be sending in said amount of time. As the countdown finished, he began.<br/><br/>""This is a prerecorded message." He Began. "I will not be able to respond to any questions. All I can tell you is to come to Queens. When you are there I will find you. I understand that you may wonder if you can trust me. But I implore you to come. You are possible the only person who can save the world from the Alliance, end transmission!" The computers started to render his message as he turned back to the CCTV cameras, hoping he could pick up the people he needed to find on them.<br/><br/>They, were there last hope of a normal world.