Mr. Carroll has allies. Thanks to a bit of patience, so do I.

The true nature of a Ronin is to run alone. For that I am not bound to any of the Machine factions residing within the Matrix. However, I understand the importance of allies. Systematic Chaos provided me with the much needed support to remove these threats from the equation. While Crieses was unaware just as the moment hit, Tytanya was much more difficult. Luckily, I had enlisted the aid of but a few of my friends. Bayamos. Yasamuu. Petit3.

I sent with the Merovingian Redpills a message as they were banished to the Loading Area with their emergency jackout procedures getting a workout. Insertion is next. All paths lead to Chaos; through Chaos will emerge Order; the system will be maintained through the deletion of as many Merovingian operatives as possible. This is a war.

We'll have your back, no matter what W4r. You can count on us.

Ok that's it.  Sleep, we've had a good run but I turn my back on you once again. 

*Runs to catch up, like Georgey and Vietnam*

Celebrate while you can, the end of this story will be written with your blood!