Kshana sat back in her chair after seeing the ops video of Mr. Popper.

 

 

It was obvious Pluribus Neo the faction, and Pluribus Neo lead by the Kid were entirely different. Altho the preachings of "PN the faction" were seen all over, very little progress had been achieved.

 

 

The "reason why" she had been looking for, is now gone. At least when she was with the Devils Advocates she never gave a reason why, it was just the way it was. Now with Return gone, the only other person who truly understood why Kshana was the way she was... is gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kshana hung up the phone, and sat in the middle of Paradise Lost. Where had she gone wrong? She always wanted to stirr up as much **bleep** as possible... She did just that in PN... But it was somehow different. When you slap "For Neo" on the end of an attack... You are a radical terrorist... People gain a certain respect for what you are doing, and lose another. All she ever wanted to do was to play in her theatre. The Matrix theatre.

 

As she sat in Gracy heights, no more Pluribus Neo ship, no more Pluribus Neo tags... She could help but smile...

 

She would make sure what her sister started wouldnt die with a single gunshot.

 

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Kshana had jacked into the matrix that morning, heading over to the common area in Camon Central. Everything has a different light when you are playing the enemy. She used to be able to talk to everyone, party with everyone... Now everyone thinks everything she does is a ploy or diversion to whats "really" happening. She was sick of it, sick of explaining why she does what she does... When even she doesnt believe have the **bleep** shes saying.

 

 

Kshana thought back to all the time she had with Pltchaos, Return, AvidHawk... All great times, partying, talking... It was fun... Actual fun. Something Kshana hadnt felt in quite some time. She missed all the secret ops she used to run, things that were done behind the scenes. She had said once "sometimes you have to play the role of the **bleep**... But if you are one... its not a role, its who you are."

 

All the confusion just hit her like a brick wall... Why the hell did she join Pluribus Neo in the first place...

The more she thought on it... The more she had no idea why she left the DA in the first place...

 

Laughing to herself, she sat on the rooftop wondering how the hell she was going to fix all this...

 

 

(( Yep Im done with PN, playing the terrorist just doesnt cut it for me anymore. MXO isnt fun if Im trying to preach some stuff that I really dont believe in. This is not a ploy to be a secret spy or anything. I know you wont trust me IC for a bit, but this isnt going to be one of those."A ha! fooled you im a spy!" Things. Just mxo isnt as fun for me playing the Neo terrorist. I like being the Merovingian "Ice Queen" As EndlessVoid put it ))

 

 

EDIT: << Forgot to add the actual story part >>