The headlines were the same all across the world. "Demands for a return to 21st Century energy continue as nuclear plants across the globe suffer catastrophic meltdown." An age of nuclear energy was on the decline by mere chance. The US, China, Russia, India... Prime nuclear energy users all had meltdowns within a single month. A freak accident to some, a conspiracy to others. The public was appropriately angry, and demands for the elimination of nuclear energy plants were flung on every media outlet available. There was little that could be done as fears rose in the hearts of the public. Perhaps one meltdown would have been acceptable, but several so close to one another? "What's worse, seems like people are getting up in arms about the Leyline developments as well," Mason said, scratching at his chin. The butler sat in a dusty reclining chair, newspaper in hand. Amoix furiously vacuumed the floor around the lounge room, eyes burning as if she could literally see the dust settling where she had just cleaned. "Two bombings in the last week, and protests are still going on at the Al Haram Leyline," he continued, "Really does seem like people just want coal and oil again." Mason grumbled a bit and stood before picking up his own duties and cleaning around the room as well. Though the place was spacious and standing, it was nevertheless a big cut below the recently-destroyed penthouse. Instead, the temporary headquarters were merely an old condominium in Shanhu's lower districts, able to house just a few people at a time. Limov's house, apparently. It was dusty and humid, but it was something. During their stay there, Limov was so thoroughly absent however, that they had come to the conclusion Limov preferred sleeping in an expensive van somewhere, and had kept the house for 'some reason or another'. The penthouse was still under repair -or rather, construction, as John had requisitioned so many upgrades it might as well be a new place entirely. He'd hired, "Top companies," to fix the place up. Everyone expected some sort of automated defense system to be installed. Though the two servants seemed calm enough, the room was filled with a mild tension. Operation Cerberus was going to commence in but a few minutes, if they had to guess. All that was left was for John to arrive with Limov and give some last-minute details before they were whisked away to the Pacific Heavyware Factory. The mission would be nothing less than an assault upon a megacorporation. Break into the factory. Locate the offices. Hunt down the Thremont sisters and retrieve the abyssal orb. The clock's third-hand ticked ominously in the lounge.