"Ok, we need to begin with a public outcry, if we want to overthrow the TF Master, we need to make ourselfs known...spread the word, about the truth of the TF master, and about the Alliance." Elliot commanded. Everyone nodded. Within days the word was around, rumors being spread about the Team and the TF Master himself.
"THE TF MASTER, IS HE REALLY WHO HE SAYS HE IS?" the headlines read as the paper slowly dropped, the pointed fingers of a tall man, dressed in a long black robe. "So...this.....alliance, thinks I'm a dictator, they may be right, they may be wrong." he addressed to the table of shifty characters, encased in the Shadows. "It appears we have a small time group wanting to rise to power and get control of this world". He slamed his fist down onto the table. "But thats not what is gonna happen...I want them, all of them, dead, or converted, maybe they will see things our ways, if not...waste them". All of the people at the table all turned to one another, some of them whispered, they all eventually nodded and all dispersed into the wide world.