Lutnblaag, MV: Government officials, under the command of 5-star General Pecasi Sarus, have begun to investigate the reasons underlying the rebellion. Meanwhile, in Vajana...

'This is it.' thought the man, as he walked down the street. 'There is no turning back. No running.'
Adjusting his dark sunglasses and trenchcoat, he entered the small shop.
"Is he here?" asked the man, leaning forward towards the cashier.
"You mean the boss? Yeah, he's in the back." responded the young man at the register.
The man in the coat walked slowly around the counter, pushing aside the curtain.

In the back, the boss was checking some of the merchandise. 'The boss' happens to be one Lance Two, of the Lance Team which took down Antonin Vlatvja.
He glanced up.
"Hello? What do you want?" asked the boss. The man in sunglasses glanced at him, before kicking the table up in the boss's face. Following up with a punch to the ribs, the man took off his coat and flung it away, before kicking the boss in the gut. He picked the man up in a headlock and unsheathed a long, pointed knife. He brought the blade around, stabbing several times in the chest, before throwing the man to the ground. He was about to kill when the cashier entered the room.
"What the he-" the cashier was killed in midsentence by a small blade thrown by the assassin, catching him in the throat.
The assassin stabbed down with the knife, straight into the boss's back, then listened while the air rushed out of the boss's lungs. On the forehead, he carved a triangle into the skin. He sheathed the knife and removed the small one from the cashiers throat, making a similar mark. He slipped his trenchcoat on and walked calmly out the shop door. Behind him, he heard a scream, and smiled.

In Lutnblaag, the small group of officials is scouring the National Archives for possible causes of the Rebellion. The East has been under military control since the end of the rebellion. A rift has developed in the surviving rebel factions, turning them against one another. The army is finding and destroying several terrorist camps that have sprung up in the East since the revolt. National Party leaders are gaining great power in the government, and the ruling Radical Liberal Party cannot seem to cope. Meanwhile, off in the Vajana...

The man in the trenchcoat checked the address on the paper. 'This is the place.' he thought. He approached the door.

Inside the home, the former Lance Five sat eating with his family. A knock came at the door.
"Hello?" he opened the door.
The man in the trenchcoat grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him outside. He threw Lance Five to the ground and pulled out the knife from his belt. Holding the startled man to the ground, he drove the knife through the man's neck. As the man began to drown in his own blood, the man in sunglasses carved the triangle on the man's forehead. He resheathed the knife and ran down the street to a running car, before burning rubber out of the neighborhood.

The neo-Fascist National Party leaders are being arrested after a coup plan is discovered in their HQ. President Karkov is on the verge of declaring martial law and isolating the country. The Radical Liberal party is losing support rapidly, with most of the displaced liberalism being transferred to the pro-Communist Democratic Farm Labor Party. Word is that the Nationals are planning one last attempt to save face by assaulting the government directly. Meanwhile, in Lutnblaag...

The man in the trench coat stepped off the train in the Lutnblaag Central Station. He stared up at the high glass ceiling for a moment, seeing a swarm of pigeons in the upper rafters. He checks his watch, and hails a cab out in front. As he cruises down Main Street, he sees an old creaking tram roll down the center of the pavement. The cab stops at a bank, and the man pays the driver and departs.

Upon entering the bank, the man spots his target. The man, formerly Lance Four, is sitting at a clerk desk helping a customer. The trenchcoat man queues up, and when he gets to the desk, reaches for a pen in his pocket. At the last second, he grabs the knife strapped to his back and swings it into Lance Four's neck. Lance Four, still keeping in good condition, ducks the blade and leaps over the desk. Trenchcoat whirls around, sending a throwing-knife in the direction that Lance Four landed in. Lance Four dodges the shot and charges the trenchcoat man. Trenchcoat whips away from the charge and slices with the big knife. A cry from his quarry informs him that he hit right on. He hurls another throwing knife at the door, jamming it shut. With his opponent on the floor, he approached slowly, calmly twirling the knife. He stood over Lance Four and jammed the blade into the mans neck. He pulled the blade out and brought Lance Four's head up. He carved the triangle onto Lance Four's forehead. He resheathed the knife, and leapt through a large window into the street. With almost catlike reflexes, he dodges cops and civilians and takes off up an alley, dissapearing from view.