Post by Tommy "The Gladiator" Harrison on Oct 16, 2010 5:37:53 GMT -6
The armies separated; and, it is said, Pyrrhus replied to one that gave him joy of his victory that one more such victory would utterly undo him. For he had lost a great part of the forces he brought with him, and almost all his particular friends and principal commanders; there were no others there to make recruits, and he found the confederates in Italy backward.
On the other hand, as from a fountain continually flowing out of the city, the Roman camp was quickly and plentifully filled up with fresh men, not at all abating in courage for the loss they sustained, but even from their very anger gaining new force and resolution to go on with the war.
On the other hand, as from a fountain continually flowing out of the city, the Roman camp was quickly and plentifully filled up with fresh men, not at all abating in courage for the loss they sustained, but even from their very anger gaining new force and resolution to go on with the war.
2010:
A surveillance feed records a darkly lit room.
The room is merely shadows. We can start to make out a human form in the mist. The identity, however, is impossible to reveal.
Shadowed figure: I know you're there.
Watching me.
Recording me.
Studying me.
I know you think that no matter what you do, you can keep me contained. That you can keep me from revealing the truth. That you can keep me from allowing you to usurp.
You're wrong.
Everytime you detain me, I escape.
Everytime you think you have the upper hand, I pull the carpet out from you.
Everytime you think that you are in CONTROL, I TAKE THE CONTROL AWAY FROM YOU.
The truth of the matter?
WE ARE IN TOTAL CONTROL.
Always have been, always will.
{laughs}
Keep your castle.
Keep your watchtower.
Your reign is near it's end, I'm afraid.
It's always been a game of chess. You know?
In chess, there are so many different pieces. Each moving across the board, doing their little duties.
You?
You're just a pawn.
Just like the rest of your outfit.
Just like the rest of the ICW.
You see...
I've yet to make my move.
The king still has a few tricks up his sleeves.
Call it my knight, my rook, my...bishop.
The ultimate move will still be made.
And you may keep me stuck, far from your reaches.
But MY power stretches far beyond any you can imagine.
I will once again get what belongs to me.
I will be in control.
Of you,
Of ICW,
and of the entire country.
You hear me, son?
You hear me, "Tommy?"
It's five minutes to midnight.
the man steps into the camera's light range...
Healius: Who watches the watchmen?
::end transmission::
::Tommy "The Gladiator" Harrison sits in his Washington D.C. offices, watching a monitor. He is rubbing his chin. He starts to type on the keyboard - on the screen:::
Healius: Status - Blue. Location: Washington D.C., detention center Alpha
::Harrison begins typing more, and the screen changes...::
Hoyakillah: Status - Orange. Location: Unknown
::Harrison leans back in his chair, pondering. He opens another file - ::
ICW: Status - Red