Name: Pierre Athene
Location: "Yellow Stone Expansion"  Charitable Event, Roosevelt Lodge 

"...terror must be broken by righteous terror; the Marxist radicals must be met on the street by overwhelming force. Piers I am talking full blown counter-revolution; the red needs to be beat out of these cretins...."

Pierre was brought back to reality by the rambling of an almost comedically gigantic man in a tight fitting, off color suit adorned with a plethora of war medals; this man was former Three-star Lieutenant General turned paramilitary radio host Hector Williams who was only worth a meager $180 million USD and technically did not meet the wealth requirements to attend this philanthropic event, but this man and his paramilitary organization D.A.M. (Defense Against Marxism) with its membership ranging in the millions   were useful politically speaking...many would be revolutionaries met their end in bloody street wars instigated by D.A.M. and this group was providing security at today's outing; though those doing the actual security were in peak physical condition and touting high-powered weapons.  Hector was also a close acquaintance of Pierre's...a privilege few shared and perhaps Hector considered them friends, but Pierre's tolerance for the giant was strictly restricted to his usefulness as a political tool and as a confidante; thusly Hector is the only person Pierre begrudgingly allows to address him with that reviled nickname.

Speaking of Hector, the spam dump by whomever managed to ritualistically hack into his phone featured the military man prominently in today's morning video; set to an especially annoying variation of a Rick Astley tune the video insinuated that Hector and Pierre were clandestine homosexual lovers and featured the pair poorly photoshopped into compromising positions while scenes of violence were interspersed every few seconds along with the words "How Could You Scum?" and other such nonsense. Pierre had been plagued with childish shit like the aforementioned video for the last few months and it was beyond frustrating that the perpetrator was not caught yet. While, it was no big secret that Hector was a closeted homosexual nobody has the gall to mention it in his presence not even the man's wife...not after the beatings anyways; Pierre knew of Hector's legendary temper and imagined the "keyboard warrior" behind these annoying hacks being on the receiving end of it, this amused him for a few seconds. 

After realizing that the gargantuan man was still rambling, Pierre removed himself from the conversation by dismissing his subordinate with a hand gesture. After socializing with a few of his political contacts and the occasional ass-kisser Pierre checked his Rolex Yacht-Master II watch: confirming the time with one of his aids the master manipulator started making his way to the prearranged podium when he happened to catch sight of Nathan Thumberstock lurking amongst the crowd. Never one to pass up an opportunity to get under his "rival's" skin Pierre changed direction in order to deliver a condensing comment under the pretense of goodwill.

However, before he could reach his intended target the ground began to violently shake and Pierre was thrown off balance hitting the ground with a deafening thud. The last cognitive thought he had before blacking out was realization that perhaps allowing Hector and his trigger itchy goons to provide security detail was a bad idea  as the sounds of automatic gunfire echoed around him. 

Pierre found himself in a vivid dreamscape; he was standing frozen in place in what could only be described as a large, dark, musty beehive and odd buzzing sounds echoed throughout the structure. At first the buzzing sounds were indistinguishable from each other, but eventually a feminine sounding voice distinguished itself from the rest; this was the sound of an important creature and Pierre felt comforted and oddly nostalgic hearing it...he wanted to submit himself fully to the voice even if that meant giving up individually and becoming part of a collective force. However, before he could hear what the voice wanted him to go he was jostled awake. 

Pierre awoke surrounded by mangled corpses; some were crushed underneath pieces of the lodge's roof, but many more were riddled with bullet holes mere victims of the confusion. One of the "security" personal was crushed under a nearby column and only after exerting a ridiculous amount of effort was Pierre able to rise and retrieve the idiot's unfired Heckler & Koch MP5. Pierre was only an adequate shot, but this weapon could just be fired in quick bursts spraying one's immediate vicinity with many bullets. Already Pierre's mind was racing on ways to distance himself from the potential fallout of this act of grave negligence; the solution was surprisingly simply all he had to do was blame the radical culture inside the D.A.M. for fostering an attitude of non-negotiation and they saw the Yellowstone deal as a concession to not just democrats, but too revolutionary leftists. If he played this right, he could be seen as just another victim of ever escalating  political violence; he would be seen as a potential victim of an assassination attempt.