[h2]Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Parking Lot[/h2]
Takahara's speech covered all the bases they needed to, but there was something it was missing. Sindibad spoke up, a sinister baritone lacing his voice.

"Takahara's right, but if we just do shit under Shadow Eternity's name, all they're going to do is give us a raise. What we need to do is [i]separate ourselves from Shadow Eternity[/i] and [i]then[/i] start the false flag operations, to draw heat away from us and tender our resignation." 

"To do that, we're gonna have to sabotage a few of their own missions. Does anyone know the dimensional signature of a Cinder Fall?" The assorted mooks were silent. "Damn. How are we going to track her?"

A Thuggish-looking lizardperson held his three-fingered hand up, and grinned toothily. [b]"Why don't ya track all outgoin' warp signs from HQ? Them dumb bastards sure as hell go [i]into[/i] the HQ, but they ain't goin' out 'less it's a big mission! It's like catchin' a trap inna rat!"[/b]

Sindibad smiled. To think that a Thug could think so clearly was phenomenal! "That's a good idea," Sindibad said, "So we'll just catch a buncha outgoing signals, and track them all and see exactly where they're going! All we have to do is send a squad of soldiers out to every one of those signals' final destination, and wreck up the place! It's foolproof! Alright, I'm gonna need a few [i]assistants[/i] in this mission. Who's with me?"

An [url=http://s257.photobucket.com/user/calebsalisbury/media/XCOM_Snakeman-1.jpg.html]unnerving snakelike cyborg[/url] screamed triumphantly, evidently voicing that it wanted to join Sindibad on his mission.

A [url=http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130916043733/starwars/images/5/55/Lethality_Trando_Shadow_Syndicate.jpg]reptillian[/url] humanoid wearing a crude rendition of an astronaut's flightsuit thumped his chest proudly. "A chance to prove who the [i]superior[/i] soldier is always appreciated!"

[url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/kamenrider/images/9/96/Roidmude042.png/revision/latest?cb=20141018051557]A pale-faced humanoid wearing a hideous suit lined with tubes spoke up.[/url] "Any advantage we can gain from [i]crushing[/i] those who thought they owned us is welcome. Count me in!"

Sindibad grinned at the carnival of hideous aliens willing to help him. Their intimidating features would certainly help in spreading terror and destruction. "Right, then! We'd better get started!"

[h2]Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Security Camera Control Room[/h2]
What was once occupied by primitive monitors and buttons had long ago been replaced with a gorgeous computer bank, lined with sensors and trackers of all sorts. Sindibad hunched over the shoulder of a diminutive brown-cloaked humanoid so well-shaded only its glowing eyes shone through, who was feverishly working at the computer bank's keyboard.

"C'mon, little guy!" Sindibad said, his voice filled with urgency. "Have you got a list of signals yet? It shouldn't be that hard!"

The cloaked humanoid responded with an irritated 'Utinni!', somehow communicating that such things take time to decrypt and track. At last, it pointed to a readout feeding from an astonishingly archaic punch-card computer in the corner of the room. On the readout was a long list of coordinates. They each marked the path taken by an automatic world-hopping algorithm, designed to make its user hard to manually track. So long as you had a half-decent idea of how the user's signal worked, it only delayed the inevitable. Sindibad stared at the immense list of universes, worlds, continents, countries, states, cities, blocks, and streets visited, and opted to take the most straightforward route and decided to start from the bottom of the list and move upwards. "Thanks!" Sindibad said, rushing out of the room. "Hoi, everyone! We got our first mission! Let's get going, you three!"