Cartel took off his mask and slammed it on the table. The room was cramped and the table considerably shorter than Tourvios, the Crash Site building had been made out of scraps from the two Noraway-class stealth transports and was crude.
Cartel stared down at his men, who didn't remove their masks in return. "Listen to me brother, listen close to what I am going to day. Our dimension? Is a lost cause. In fifty years of fighting we've destroyed two of the Serescuo with dozens remaining. They seek to conquer us and destroyed our home. We can only delay the inevitable." There was a sense of unease and offense amongst the ranks. Clearly Cartel wasn't choosing the right path.
"But." He said, the entire table listening closely.
"This dimension remains relatively threat free. They have magic that is different from the Tourvies, but they cannot stand to our full forces. I vote we escape our home dimension and conquer this one, where we can escape from the Serescuo. Who is with me?"
There was an uneasy shifting in the seats as the men thought to themselves. One man stood up, he wore a black and red striped mask. "We follow Shade! Shade is building a machine to take us home, where we can fight back. My fellow soldiers, don't listen to this mutinous f-" a blade protruded from his chest as blood soaked his shirt. The blade was pulled out and the man hit the table, a hand reach out and pulled the dead soldier to the ground. Stepping into the light was a man with unkempt black hair, a cool smile and a blood soaked katana. "Let the man finish his speech before you raise accusations." he said softly.
Several other Mask members stood out reaching for their guns. There was an inhuman shriek as multiple zombie sprang from the shadows and mauled the men before they could shoot their guns. Blood sprayed everywhere in a close vicinity, some of the nearby members got coated with it. The men stared at the decaying creatures in disbelief, and then stared at Norman who cleaned his katana nonchalantly, then they looked at Cartel.
"Any other objections?" The Zombies began to consume the dead members, and Norman hopped the table and began beating them with the flat of his blade. "No! Zelda! Adam! No eating!" Staring down in horror, the members shook their heads.
"Good. The plan for tomorrow is for us to capture a variety of parts from several places for a final push at taking the machine. However, some parts are not needed for our personal plan of the design. Those of you that were assigned to unneeded parts, have a special assignment tomorrow. As for now, get some rest. Tomorrow's a big day."
The members stood up and exited the room promptly, avoiding the zombies that had hidden in the shadows. Norman nodded at them with an odd smile as they passed by. He seemed in the middle of some ritual on the bodies. When the members had completely left, Cartel watched Norman curiously. He spread what seemed to be coarse saw dust over the corpses, chanting some odd words. He stood up and faced Cartel, sheathing his katana.
"You are ready for tomorrow?" Norman smiled. "Of course. It will go according to plan, of course." Cartel looked sternly at him. "Don't screw it up." He replaced his mask and left the room, as Norman stared down at the corpses. "You know what? Screw. Zelda... Adam... Treats!"
