Zeona sighed as she watched a live feed of Talos' vision get impaled by the ice lance. It was a shame. The man-cum-cyborg was the perfect vessel for her powers. He thought he was in love with the very woman that killed his wife.
It was the perfect scheme. Still, not all was lost. Zeona had profited immensely from this little game of war. Her contacts were constantly supplying both her and Timmy's organisations. A constant flow of hard credits had been acquired. All it took were a few hundred thousand lives. No biggie. Humans bread like... Humans, that population would skyrocket by the next generation. Like always.
"Lady Zeona, is everything ok? I was walking past and noticed a sombre expression upon your face." An elderly gentleman asked with a concerned expression upon his weathered face. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, looking very formal. Zeona wasn't at her apartment, she was in her 'real' home in one of the most exclusive private estates on Ecumenopolis 4.
