Location- "The Pinnacle"/London/UK Territory<br/>Time- 0327<br/>Date- Unspecified (Moments after the attack on the Castle in France)<br/>VX CEO Office<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/MGS4Raiden.png)</div>Lucius smirked all the way back to VX headquarters, the sole surviving chopper landing on the massive pad before uniformed guards covered it it with a mobile hangar that would make the expensive piece of equipment vanish to normal radars and methods of tracking.<br/>"Good job boys, remember...if I ever find out you are working with an outside agency other than VX, I will throw you at the enemy like I did today. This includes other officials of the C.o.o.p."<br/>The wicked man laughed as he walked towards a private elevator and began the decent to his office a floor down. The entire upper floor was his office and living quarters, one of the greatest views in the entire country. Still dressed in the advanced tactical outfit, the camo-plaets shifted to a black color to mimic a business suit. Technology was a glorious innovation, had he equipped the outfit he wore onto the soldiers he sentenced to death, they might had put up a better fight before being crushed down by the Black Dragon Sept. The armor plates loosened to allow for him to move fluidly, hibernating on standby.<br/><em>Loyalty sure is hard to come by these days...</em><br/><br/>He walked slowly down the hallway, glancing the suits of armor he had collected over the ages of mankind. Some of the brass and iron were still showed residue of it's last know owner, his own seal of authenticity. His collection did not start until the rule of the Ceasers, but it was amazing how much was preserved in ancient collections of dragons and demons he had plundered in his bloody rise to the top of the organization that later named itself the C.O.O.P.<br/>"To have the warriors in the past in the technology of today...what a chilling thought..."<br/>A whisper to himself as he neared the double doors into his office.<br/><em>Soon... </em><br/><br/>"PERCY!"<br/>Lucius did not delay to call his new assistant/secretary/slave whatever the bloody hell they called themselves now-a-days. Moving over to his table, he kicked his feet up on the ridiculously expensive slate table and reached for a small box to the left. He scanned the cigar and smirked, throwing it clearly out of his office in one pitch and went for another. She was getting sneakier with her attempts to "kill" him.<br/><em>I better be careful with that one, or she will get my head on of these days. </em><br/>Cutting the tips off, he lit the rich aged tobacco in a thick puff of smooth smoke. Percy's lack of fear of him had perked his interest in the demon currently residing in the female form. From the very first day she attempted to murder him and it brought a fun twist to normally boring days as he planned to be part of the next global war. A war with the slumping economy would be revitalized by the war economy.<br/>"You have some casualty reports to fill out."<br/>