Flood

Well, operatives, I hope you'll have enough sense to stay away from that program from now on, unless you want it running around inside you doing who knows what. Disgusting manners... Not surprising Ookami got along with the thing after all...

I think we can eliminate that Lemone parking lot as a possibility, at least. Mm, has anyone tried those shoes? I've heard good things. Flood The Chateau Ninth of July

The encounter with the Ouroboros Corporation's Miss Lahler--not one of their model employees, as it was found--reminded me of why I make it a practice to avoid intoxicated females. For the most part, this is best accomplished by ignoring t...

Rolled? I seem to recall it being Machines who were bouncing around like little balls. But I won't waste my time trying to teach semantics to the likes of you.

Listen carefully, operatives, because I only have time to spell this out for you once. We're expecting some trouble from the Machines on this fine day, probably...oh...say about 3:00 in the afternoon (that's one nice thing about an opponen...

Groundlings, I have to warn you that our burgeoning relationship with the intruder may have suffered something of a setback as a result of the General boring the fellow to virtual tears. My own view is that if he's given the General the ki...

My dear jackanapes, Often I curse those little red pills of yours, as they brought you here, constantly dependent upon my attention and charity. Apparently they have their uses, however, though not those for which their creators intended t...

My briny limpets, As was only natural, my brilliant plan of attacking the Machines simultaneously in the Matrix and on the slimy surface of your festering home succeeded marvelously. Unfortunately, as a necessary side effect, the General w...

Little hens, It is now official: the Machines are slacking off. For what reason, I imagine we'll know soon enough, although I for one could care less, as long as they keep it up. I suppose I ought to mention that operatives Dezreki and Cem...

The Twins can be useful when given a clear target. They refuse to trust anyone aside from the Merovingian, which is just as well, since it means that I can keep my interaction with them to a minimum; I find that I tire of the constant echo.

Little ones, The General will have to be a little more careful where he flies his big black birds. Fortunately, thanks to operative Tseng, the Machines did not retrieve anything useful from the downed craft. I won't say it was "quick work,...

Mes petites, Cry for the Machines; they will need to build themselves a new liaison officer. Their last one came down with a sudden virus, and the Machines, cooly efficient as they are, decided to delete the poor chap rather than have him...

Waifs, The General is apparently hard of hearing--a condition not unusual in one his age. I begin seriously to doubt that this decrepit failure can possibly have what we seek. Senility should be cured at gunpoint... Still, the Merovingian'...

My minions, One of the Twins, engaged in a simple contact mission with the aim of retrieving some sort of information about the General, allowed the contact to be slain by an unannounced and unidentified interloper. I felt I should bring t...

Peons, Several days ago, liaison officer Entropi alerted operatives to maintain surveillance on a handful of black market hotspots around the city. Their vigilance finally paid off when Heckle, leader of the Crow Bars gang, was seen leavin...

Thralls, We are now in possession of two disembodied white-gloved hands. Their legs, anxious to be reunited, sniffed them out--however they manage that--in the vast warehouse of centuries old trash and knick-knacks acquired by that old put...

My pets, A lucky few of you had the fortune of being dispatched by me, in person, to search out businesses named on a list we recovered recently from Anome's chowder heads--businesses, no doubt, in danger of being ransacked by code-enhance...

That fool of a hacker, Anome's puppet named "Maxson," is dead. I don't wish to say much about him, as it would only serve to make his death at the hands of his own soldiers, who killed him as he attempted to flee in cowardice from our forc...

Anome's hacker, Maxson, has succeeded in making quite the nuisance of himself; now he's gone and attacked systems owned by the Merovingian at Network Media. Thanks to my unmatched response time, operatives were soon dispatched to chase off...

Thralls, You'll be delighted to know that my quick action prevented serious damage to one of our network hubs, despite the Effectuator's ineffective security measures. Although news of trouble at one of his computer labs came as no great s...

My poppets, An Exile--not one of ours--had been bragging of having picked up some information on Anome's lieutenants while skulking around the Bishop Imports building in Ueno. Proving yet again that a windbag and his goods are soon parted,...

My dear savages, A certain acquaintance of ours within Anome's organization, a rather large gentleman by the name of 0nryou, has been most cooperative in allowing us to infiltrate Anome's inner circle. Last night he led us to Casque, one o...

Greetings, faithful minions, Our rambunctious Ookami was feeling frisky lately, and decided to do something about a certain nasty smell she's been sniffing around Uriah--the stench of Anome's followers, no doubt up to no good. Like most of...

My little chickadees, Several ticket stubs resembling the one you see pictured above have been located recently, confirming our suspicions. For further information and instructions, contact liaison officer MadHattah or Terentia. Flood The...

Hmph! Lapdog, indeed... Ahem. Baelroth will be helping keep you in line now, little ones. Try not to cause him too much trouble. ~~ Flood

Mes petits, Persephone has been out and about again. It falls to me, of course, to keep track of her comings and goings, and I can tell you that this is not a duty I relish, although many think that they would. For the most part, however,...

Our dear Ookami seems to have whelped quite a following for herself among our operatives--those attracted, no doubt, to her fearsome physique and feral fighting style. I can't imagine that they're attracted to her conversation...but I digr...

To all wage-slaves of the Merovingian, Salutations. While you've been out frivolously frolicking away, your liaison officer, Entropi, and some of our top operatives attended a very important briefing presented by me in Club Hel. I know tha...

My dear little snowflakes, The fortunate among you were privy to an exclusive planning meeting held recently at Club Hel. The affair was managed by my liaison, MadHattah, with some help managing the door from our prolix comrade EndlessVoid...

As the Merovingian's controller, I am constantly bombarded by petitions and requests from the peons below me. Usually, I just have someone throw these in the fire for me; you applaud my economy, no? However, once in a while I get an unusua...