>     "Sir, they're here…"
>     "Good, you know what to do…"
>
>     "Are you sure this is a good idea Trent?"
>     "It'll be fine Jackson…"
>     "But we may be throwing away two billion dollars on the 
>creature!"
>     "And since when were you worried about money, Sidney?"
>     "Look, I just hope that this creation works…"
>     "…for all our sakes…"
>
>     Five men walked toward a building.  They were walking in a 
>formation like on a die.  One man in the center and four surrounding 
>him.  The man in the center was in an expensive gray suit, and the 
>men around him were wearing black suits…and carrying H&K G36K 
>Assault Rifles…
>     "Those won't do anything against them!" Jackson had said.
>     "It'll show them that we mean business…" Sidney said.
>     "Or get them all killed…two billion down the drain…" the new 
>guy said.  Sakaki almost tossed a ball at the new guy…
>     Regardless of what they said, Trent brought them.
>     Five men walked toward a building.  A large shadow loomed over 
>them and they looked up.  Everyone except the man in gray.  Trent.  
>He knew what it was.  OZ-13MS.  Epyon.  From he sides were two more 
>of the things.  OZ-03MD.  Virgo II.  Two of them.  One from each 
>side.  As if that wasn't enough, five more appeared from behind the 
>building.  Five Virgos.  Model number OZ-02MD.  Without much 
>warning, the eight Gundams fired.  The four guards fired back, but 
>to no avail.  They all died.  In the center of the four bodies was 
>Trent.  He stood there in his normal stance, seemingly unaffected by 
>the bloodshed.  His once gray suit was more red now, but clumps of 
>gray still showed.
>     "Come with me…" a man said from the door of the building, 
>holding a gun.  Pointless.  Why the hell would a gun affect him 
>differently than the eight Gundams?
>     After he washed up a bit, Trent was shown to the door to his 
>office.  Duke Dermail's office.  Dermail almost looked surprised 
>that Trent didn't look phased by the scene in front of the building. 
>  Dermail was about to say something, but Trent cut in.
>     "Normally I would engage in a long conversation, but we both 
>know why I'm here."
>     "We do?"  Dermail grinned and sat back in his chair.
>     "Two billion, cash, for your partnership…"
>     "Don't make me laugh!"  Dermail snapped his fingers and a giant 
>gun bashed through the window, pointed at Trent.  Trent laughed.
>     "What?" Dermail asked.
>     "You didn't let me finish…" Trent sat back in his chair.  "Plus 
>a continent…"
>     Dermail paused for a second.
>     "A whole continent…" Trent said while widening his hands for 
>emphasis.
>     "What's the catch?" Dermail asked.
>     "All you have to do is supply us with Gundams…" Trent said, 
>sitting back more.
>     "Then I want more money," Dermail said.
>     "Two billion, in cash, no more."
>     "One trillion…"
>     "I don't think you see Mr. Dermail, you can raise our price.  
>We could just copy the Gundam technology for ourselves and you'd be 
>left with nothing.  Umbrella's wasted too much time fooling around.  
>We want total world domination fast.  Building the Gundams ourselves 
>takes time.  Allying with you is the fastest way.  And I'll say this 
>once, we will pay no more money.  When we have taken over the world, 
>Umbrella will have complete control over America, Canada, and 
>Europe.  The Rockets want Japan, China, and the surrounding islands. 
>  After much discussion, you can have Asia.  The rest of North 
>America will be a united nation, and the other remaining continents 
>will belong to some privet investors.  Now Mr. Dermail, I'm 
>presuming you have the proper papers…"
>     Dermail sat for a moment.  After a few minutes, he signaled for 
>the papers to be brought over.  The alliance treaty was then filled 
>out and signed.  The two shook hands, and then Trent left.
>
>     "Well, how was the meeting?" Trent asked.
>     "It went just fine…straight to business…"
>     "Did he suspect anything?"
>     "No Mr. Trent.  He only knew what we let him know…"
>     "That is good," a man said from a dark corner of the room, "for 
>all our sakes…"  The man turned his chair to face a window.
>
>     "We never did properly introduce yourselves…" the guy said, 
>putting out his hand.
>     He didn't remember much except the dream.  The flashback.  He 
>did remember, though, picking the guy up.  He just awoken about ten 
>minutes ago.  They'd been talking for a few minutes, mainly about 
>what was happening to him.
>     "Akisame Kurogane," the guy said.
>     "Daniel Weber," he said, taking the hand.  The guy had a strong 
>grip.  Hurt like hell.  Probably because of the moxibustion thing.
>     "Why are you in this tournament?" Akisame asked.
>     "Because I got on the wrong plane…" he muttered under his 
>breath.  Akisame didn't seem to notice.
>     "I'm a Pokémon collector," he lied.  "I want the Chansey…" he 
>said, sitting back a bit.
>     "And now, in circle one we have…" the announcer started.