Cmirg was sitting at his desk, sharpening his swords, when Man With No Name burst in. “We might have a bit of a problem,” he said. “What’s that?” Cmirg asked. “I was doing some brain scanning of the people around the inauguration, and it came up with this.” He placed a projector onto the table. It showed a cloud of green, some yellow, but the plainly visible section was bright, furious red. “Yeah, somebody’s definitely planning murder. And I can guess who their target is,” Cmirg said. “We still have uses for Ringleader, it wouldn’t do to let him die. Come on, we’d better go stop it.” Cmirg and MWNN sat on top of a building. “Did you bring those brain scans?” Cmirg asked. “Yes I did,” Man said as he handed them to Cmirg. Cmirg slotted it into a scanner, and the arrow on it pointed toward a massive building still under construction. “Great, he’s already in position,” Cmirg said. “Stay here with your sniper. The moment I give the signal, fire,” Cmirg said as he teleported onto the building. Cmirg found the would-be murderer crouched behind a window frame. “Lovely day isn’t it? And nice gun.” The criminal whipped around. “How did you find me?” He asked. “Oh, I have my ways. But you have particularly agitated brain waves.” “It’s because him! He won’t get out of my head! Always telling me what to do, and now I need to murder the president!” “Now, I wouldn’t say you need to.” “I must! And you’re in my way!” He yelled as he lunged with a knife at Cmirg. “I wouldn’t that if I were you. For one, you’re going right in front of the window, and... you’re not going to listen are you?” Cmirg sighed, then spoke into his com. “Fire.” The bullet crashed through the criminals head. He slowly fell through the window to the ground below. “Ephialtes, save...” Later... “Have you gotten that report finished?” Cmirg asked Man. “Yep. And look at this.” He pulled out the guys wallet and took a card out. On it it said, “Gary, researcher of the Proton Society.” “Hmm... interesting...”