<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/9e/f2/bf/9ef2bf00b1c2727d2bfb11126686972f.jpg)</div>Name: Ritterkreuz Anthony<br/>Location: Somewhere in England next to Danger.<br/>Tagged: Danger and Open.<br/>Mood: Disgruntled and angry with small amounts of glee.<br/><hr/><br/>Ritterkreuz Anthony had been dealing with a few contacts within the one of the countries he hated most.<em>England… England… even the name made him disgusted.</em>though everything had to fall into place, one piece at a time if needed. Those contacts that he had dealt with definitely needed to be taught a lesson in vision. Their minds were so small in their thinking, not even paying attention to the coming plan that would lead him towards his ultimate goal… the world bowing down to his feet.<br/><br/>This time in England his contacts, rouge mafia and some so called criminal empires, were providing the last few steps needed to present his ultimate weapon. A weapon so powerful that the earth would surrender without him even firing a shot. Such thoughts put an evil smirk across his face once he wandered out of the alleyway where he had met his ‘friends in arms’. He was not too far from Danger based on what her mission parameters hung upon. Maybe this would be a good time for a… “Special checkup”. Ritterkreuz Anthony reached deep into his grey trench coat, the pocket on the right side. His fingers fumbled lightly for a rectangular device that shared similar to a cell phone but nearly untraceable in comparison to those clumsy devices. His pale white thumb gracefully dialed the number to Danger’s text. There he wrote,<em>”Special Agent Danger… Meet me in the West Essex bank in London at the Morgan and Alexander Co. Be there in an hour or two… I need some good news right about now.” <br/><br/>Clicking the send button and depositing the phone into his pocket, he strode down the coble stone pathway towards his office. He owned a banking system that stretched across the world and brought in money for whatever he wanted. People were so stupid since they never paid attention to what was truly happening around them. Ritterkreuz Anthony continued down the London ways until he reached his office then he stopped past his secretary before taking a seat and waiting for his special agent to return with hopefully good news. He cross his hand over hand and looked out upon the city while his eyes burned holes, figuratively, across the buildings. Soon enough he would be owning the world. <br/></em>