[b][i][u]Adam’s Apartment, Kyoto, Japan[/u][/i][/b]

Adam awoke in bed, an arm laid gently resting across his chest, motionless. Adam gave a small little smile and slide out without disturbing him and threw a dressing gown over himself. He found it odd how he cared enough not to wake him, but then again he had an urgent matter that he had to attend to and couldn’t deal with his needy attitude he gets into whenever he isn’t centre of attention.

Adam moved towards his desk and picked up his phone that had been ringing on silent.
“O’Neal here…” He announced.

“Sir, all preparations have been made. We have an estimated two hundred and fifty subjects in nearly every major city, all have been starved to the specified time you allocated.” A crude voice spoke. “On top of that we have made all the containers and shipping logs point directly at Purge. As soon as this kicks off, they will certainly been the prime suspects.”

“And what about the Vap-Dog?” Adam asked.

“It has been deployed in Manhattan, ready to hunt and wound as many humans as it wishes.”
“Good, begin the operation at your next convenience.” He finished and hung up the phone, sitting back and chuckling to himself.

[u][b][i]Project Freelancer Facility  [/i][/b][/u]

Baxter noticed that he had someone... flying towards him and switched the helicopter on auto pilot. He then drew his pistols and headed into the centre loading area of the transport awaiting for Katya.