02 was already gone, so there was no chance of a massive reunion here. He was currently with my son in space. The countdown for the progenitors coming was ticking down more and more as time went on. It was clear that all enemy attempts to stop the coalition had failed. The government and military could not breach the defenses of any of our transmission hubs. PBJ Clan had funded them so much that there was no defenses they could not deploy. All of the Advocates were soft, but they could stay in their clan buildings indefinitely. The Researchers were not afraid of fighting back against them. Syndicates were tricky. Some were still supportive of us. Others were not so friendly anymore. There were always syndicates that hated all cyborgs. Those were the ones that needed to be watched. All of this coalition work being shoved in the public eye with the death of the general made them go crazy. Assassins and other high leveled goons were stalking the streets looking for PEP units to murder. They were also looking to form large resistance cells for when the progenitors showed up.
Wind Clan's last minute effort really surprised me. Sending another XX-frame was not something that I expected. Then again, we did the same thing. Once you funded it enough for one launch, there was no reason not to do another one. And then another one. Brett gave them a staggering amount of cash. Depending on how much money they had on hand before, this might have been the funds to get their originally planned XX-frame operational. I did leak everything to them as part of our peace agreement. Without a need to research or invest in their facilities, the money they got could go a long way. This was the fourth XX-frame of the Conqueror alliance. They only had to get one more up before they would be able to rival our coalition with progenitors of their own. That would not be good for us. Then again, Brett and Paul could handle anything. We had been funding Volition Clan and their masters, Void Clan from the very beginning. Their launch site was impregnable. No human being that was not already in PBJ Clan could breach the defenses. We could hope the clock ran out.
Other than that, we would be in for a fight nearly immediately. I did not want there to be a space battle up there where we could not help. My favorite clan members and I worked so hard. They, as well as my son, were up there too. If something actually happened to them, I would be pissed off. Even if we ended up winning the encounter, it would be at too great a cost. Since things were going so well, it was time to go outside to clear my head. There is nothing in the game that could take us out on on our home turf. Not even the government goons could do anything. That made it very safe for us, wanted criminals as we were, to walk the streets in broad daylight. Fighting with the entire continent at once needed to be balanced out with something I could take it easy on. For me, walking around the park did it for me. It kept me grounded. At this point all the residents of the town knew me by face and by voice. I was blasted all over the televisions of the continent. People knew what I was up to. They all knew better than to approach me with foolishness. They either left me alone or tried to kill me.
