A/N: No there was never a third Vigilante 8 game except for the remake of the first game. I felt the duology deserved to be a trilogy and I've just taken my best guess as to what the events of a third game in the series might contain. Also, as a slight spoiler, I've incorporated characters from Activision's Interstate series which was a PC game series that basically took place in the same 'world' as Vigilante 8.

Following the aftermath of the auto wars event known as Second Offense, the Headquarters for the dreaded Oil Monopoly Alliance Regime was utterly annihilated in a nuclear blast. The event had ripple effects throughout the world as OMAR had had a virtual stranglehold on the oil supply and other energy reserves across the planet and used that fact to force governments across the world to bow to their demands. Some governments were then turned into totalitarian regimes with the OMAR Board as their new rulers while other governments simply collapsed into anarchy when denied fuel supplies.

Only one country managed to resist OMAR's control and not collapse and that was the United States of America. By adopting new energy sources as soon as OMAR conquered the Middle East and OPEC in the early 1970s, they managed to last longer with the supplies they had. As a result, OMAR launched two failed attempts to try and bring the United States to its knees. The first event happened in 1977 and was an event called First Assault where mercenaries from the newly formed Coyote Cartel equipped with heavily armed automobiles attacked key locations throughout the United States. Their efforts were stopped by the actions of a few courageous individuals calling themselves The Vigilantes. This invasion sent alarming ripples throughout the United States and managed to stop the internal strife currently plaguing the country and managed to unite the country back into some semblance of normalcy.

OMAR, however, would not be denied in causing the collapse of the only threat to their rule. By 2019, they had bided their time waiting patiently for an opportunity to cause the United States' collapse. And an opportunity did appear in the form of a CIA Black Ops Project called ChronoWerx. ChronoWerx had created a group of time capsules that allowed an individual and a limited amount of matter to journey to any destination throughout the timestream. OMAR quickly realized that alterations to the timeline could be possible and immediately stole three of the capsules to transport three operatives and three vehicles equipped with advanced weaponry to the year 1979. The auto wars that subsequently erupted across the entire United States between the factions known as the Vigilantes, the Coyotes from the future, and a third party called the Drifters looking to exploit the situation caused by the clashes between the first two groups became known as Second Offense. The clash between the Vigilantes and future Coyotes was complicated by the contemporary OMAR's actions in sending their Coyotes to defeat the futuristic Coyotes whom they felt were wrongly meddling in their affairs.

Because of the contemporary OMAR's actions, the Coyotes from the future turned their attention on them and a battle erupted at their headquarters between the futuristic Coyotes, the contemporary Coyotes, and the Vigilantes which ended with the previously mentioned event when OMAR's Headquarters was mysteriously vaporized off the face of the planet taking both groups of Coyotes with it. With OMAR's passing, the world found itself entering into an era free of outside corporate influence for the first time in nearly eight years. It was an uncertain time for many of them, but the governments that still existed remained confident they could rebuild.

The Vigilantes who participated in either one or both of the remaining auto wars began to move on with their lives now fully confident that OMAR would not be bothering them any longer. For Convoy and his wife Houston, they reopened their trucking business and thanks to dropping fuel and operation costs, business was booming. They continued sponsoring the All-Star Trio Stunt Show Spectacular that was drawing great attendance numbers throughout the south and met up with them when they could.

John Torque finally caught Nina Loco after she sold off her large cache of Site 4 weaponry to an external buyer only to blow it up before it was ever used. Knowing that whomever Nina had sold the weapons to would likely be out for revenge even if Nina was locked up in jail, John did the responsible thing and instead took her south of the border. There he put her on parole of sorts by having her do community service while he found work as a science teacher at a local college. As they spent more time together and really got to know each other, the two grew closer and closer.

Convoy's niece, Sheila, graduated from college in record time with a degree in criminology and had immediately enrolled to be an FBI Agent where she was accepted. After passing through the FBI training at Quantico, she was put to task on stopping armalite gangs from springing up in the southwest. While doing so, she also began her own investigation into what had become of Molo, a member of the Coyote Cartel who was roughly her own age and had disappeared without a trace following the nuclear inferno that had engulfed OMAR's Headquarters. Rumors also placed him in the American Southwest and she vowed to find him.

As for Chassey Blue and R. Chase, they both returned to the FBI and CIA respectively. The two were then immediately moved into a newly formed cooperative investigative unit to try and uncover why the Oil Monopoly Alliance Regime Facility had suddenly gone nuclear for no discernable reason. After a few months of investigation using satellite imagery and even wearing anti-radiation suits had gone and investigated the remains of the base, the two hadn't reached any worthwhile conclusions to report back. The only thing they had to go on was a cryptic series of OMAR reports that Slick Clyde had amassed before his trip through the temporal vortex that he had handed over to them; reports which they never revealed to the US Government that they had until they reached more conclusive results on what they were about. So instead they'd been assigned to keeping tabs on various energy companies around the world that had sprung up in OMAR's absence. The fear was that one of them might try to become the next OMAR and so they needed to be watched carefully.

Unfortunately for Chassey, one company that began making some troubling business decisions was Hexagon Petroleum which was owned by her father Red Blue. After his rival OMAR's demise, he began acquiring various random assets of their organization with no rhyme or reason behind his decisions. The Federal Trade Commission was naturally suspicious, but couldn't officially pin anything on him and so they had requested Chassey and Chase to go and meet with him. Chassey hadn't been particularly happy about it since she and her father were never on the best of terms but orders were orders. After all, she knew her father well and his primary concern was always about his company and ensuring it would survive unto eternity. If becoming the next Oil Monopoly Regime was his way of seeing his company live on; she knew he would do it.

1981, Anchorage, Alaska: "I just hope he realizes the potential consequences of his actions," noted Chase as he and Chassey were sitting in the lobby of the hotel they were spending the night at before speaking with Red the next day about their suspicions.

"He knows," said Chassey dismissively as she looked over the reports from the FTC. "I just wish we had something more concrete to go on besides a hunch."

"Unfortunately, that's just how things go when it comes to economics," Chase pointed out. "You can't really pin something on somebody until after it's already happened and consequences result because that's how you know something went wrong. It was the same in 2019."

Chassey yawned and nodded her head in agreement. She didn't even need Chase's references to the future; OMAR was all the proof she needed of his statement. While most of the organization's creation was a mystery, that they had exploited the war in the Middle East for oil for their own gain proved that someone had been asleep behind the wheel in watching over them.

"What do you think he's up to?" asked Chassey curious for Chase's opinion. When the two had first met, Chassey had instantly had a dislike for the CIA Agent, but over the past two years of getting to better know each other, they'd become good friends.

"If I knew I wouldn't be here waiting to talk to the guy, I'd be arresting him," Chase remarked lightly. "I don't know. He's clearly got a plan because he's deliberate in what he's gobbling up but…I don't know what the endgame could be. Some assets are strengthening his company and others just aren't doing anything right now."

Chassey leaned back in her chair and took a gulp of her soda and then narrowed her eyes in thought.

"Gotten any further with Operation: Third and Final Warning?" she asked next in reference to the mysterious OMAR operation Slick had given them the details on.

"Just bits and pieces," Chase replied. "If I find anything more conclusive I'll let you know. In the meantime you'd better get some sleep because no offense, but tomorrow will probably be pretty draining for you."

Chassey sighed. "Agreed. Good night."

The FBI Agent got up and collected her things and then left as Chase was left behind at the table. He watched her go and then made sure she was gone before he went back to his notes and input the data into his PDA which was basically the only piece of futuristic technology he still had on him after his car was destroyed saving the universe. He then flipped over to the Operation Third and Final Warning screen and flipped in various pieces of information that he'd just entered into the device from their reports on Hexagon Petroleum. Connections immediately sprung up between the new data and the old data and Chase clasped his hands in front of his face as he set down the PDA on the table and stared at the resulting new information.

"What are you up, Mr. Blue?" he wondered aloud and then shook his head of his concern and pocketed his PDA and collected his things and also went to sleep. Tomorrow would prove to be an interesting day.

I-40 just west of Albuquerque, New Mexico: A small armed vehicular gang had just finished ripping off a gas station and was running for their vehicles.

"Hurry up, man, she'll be here any minute!" shouted one of the members to the leader.

"Ah, you're just being paranoid. There's no way she can be everywhere at once like people say she is," the leader said dismissively.

"I dunno man, after what happened to the Crimson Guard…," the gang member remarked ominously in reference to a powerful motorcar gang that virtually disappeared overnight. The Leader waved off his concern with a non-committal grunt.

"We'll be fine. Once we're gone, there'll be nothing to track us down until we strike again," said the leader. "So calm down and…"

VROOOOMMMMMMMMM

The Leader's speech was suddenly cut off by the sound of an engine revving nearby. Squinting into the setting sun, a glint of metal caught his eye and from the sunlight came a tricked out silver Vertigo coming straight at them.

"It's her!" shouted the gang member from earlier as he ran for his vehicle. The Leader shook his head in disbelief as he stood oblivious to the sky hammer mortar shells raining down from above that blew apart several of the gang's vehicles. Those that managed to take off where then immediately torn apart by interceptor missiles as the Vertigo raced past the still motionless leader and corralled the wayward gang members with the trio of tantrum guns that were hard mounted to the car's sides and top. All told the entire operation had lasted a total of only a few minutes.

Shortly thereafter, the leader was being lead to a police van by the arriving police and all he could do was look at a young woman in an aviator's jacket leaning against the side of her car staring at the gang passing by through darkened sunglasses and nonchalantly sucking on a lollipop.

"How?" he had to ask at a complete loss. The woman shrugged lightly.

"I'm that damn good," she responded frankly and then the gang was locked up and the van drove off. A moment later, the police chief walked up to her with his arms full of folders bulging with papers.

"Thanks for your assistance Agent Sheila," the man told her gratefully.

"Just doing my job," said Sheila frankly. "Is that the information I requested?"

"Yep, all the information we have on strange weather phenomena along with recent auto gangs seen patrolling this area using busses," the chief informed her as he handed her the documents. "You know it might be more helpful to you if you told us what you're looking for."

"Sorry, that's bureau business," said Sheila shutting down the man's attempt to learn more. "If I could just sign the appropriate paperwork than I'll be on my way."

"Of course," the chief relented and produced the paperwork. Sheila scanned it briefly and then signed her name and then handed it back to him.

"Going to be sticking around long?" asked the chief trying to feign innocence. Sheila could tell right away that his intentions weren't pure by asking that and he clearly still had some faint hope of wooing the attractive young woman after they met the first time only a few days ago and she'd diplomatically tried to tell him to get lost.

"Sorry, no," she said immediately. "I've got business up north. I trust I can report back to the Bureau that I no longer need to clean up your messes from now on?"

The chief suddenly became flustered at what she had said. "I-uh, yes, yes ma'am of course."

"Good, have a nice day," said Sheila her voice dripping with venom. She then got into her car and tossed the paperwork onto the passenger seat and peeled off without another word. Glad that was over with, she pulled out a map and traced her finger from where she was to an interstate in Colorado called Interstate 76. There she needed to meet a man called Taurus who had an encounter with a lone bus on a deserted stretch of road that had mysteriously vanished into thin air.

Cancun, Mexico: John Torque was sitting in the living room of his apartment working on a strange contraption when the door to the apartment opened and the love of his life, Nina Loco, walked in with several bags of groceries.

"JT, quit playing with your toys and help me with this," she complained. JT looked up and gave her a smile before he finished adjusting one more screw and then helped her bring the stuff in.

"Thanks," she said as she helped him begin putting them away and then asked the first question on her mind. "What're you working on this time for the college?"

"Oh, this isn't for the college," John told her. "It's a personal pet project of mine."

"What is it?" asked Nina as they finished putting the food away and then she sat down on the couch next to it.

"It's a temporal scanner," JT revealed as he sat down next to her. "It's based on the time travel device that Agent Chase brought with him from the future. If it works, it can scan for temporal deviations in the timestream amongst other things."

While Nina didn't understand the specifics, she did understand the gist of what he was saying. She also knew her boyfriend like the back of her hand and that there was more to this device than he was letting on.

"What are you really looking for?" she asked bluntly. "If time is being rewritten, I don't think we could do anything to notice it or stop it."

John nodded his head. Through from the look in his eyes, it was clear his mind was somewhere else. He then silently began adjusting some dials on the device as sadness seemed to cross his features. Nina could tell from the look in his eyes what it was he was really after with this device.

"You want to find your amigo," said Nina knowingly. "The one you lost dos anos ago."

John's jaw briefly clenched at that. "I lost him a lot longer ago than that. But right before he left he showed me that he was still there deep down below the anger, hatred, and rage. I owe it to him to find out where he went and if he can be brought back to us."

"And what then?" asked Nina. "What are you really hoping to accomplish by finding your friend again? I think you need to focus on that before you start spending more time building this device. Because I didn't know the Slick Clyde you knew, I only knew Lord Clyde from the future. If you're looking for forgiveness or something else along those lines, he didn't seem like the kind of man who believed in that stuff."

"I still have to try," said JT stubbornly. "We original Vigilantes like to consider ourselves a family and Slick…Slick wasn't just like my brother, he was my brother. In many ways he was like a younger version of me. And more importantly he saved my life more times than I can count. I lost my family when Sid Burn murdered them, but if I can find a way to bring Slick back then I have to take it. I know he would do the same for me."

Nina wrapped her hands around JT and then leaned her head on his shoulder comfortingly.

"Just don't sacrifice the present for the sake of the future," Nina reminded him. "That was the older Slick's mistake."

John gave Nina a brief kiss on the forehead.

"I won't," he promised and then turned so Nina could be in his arms. "So how were things today at the orphanage?"

"Oh, only if you insist, mi mejor…"

Nina began happily rattling off what she had been up to and John listened to every word as the sun finished setting behind them. As Nina fell asleep in his arms and John's eyes drooped lower and lower, he thought he caught a glimpse of an individual standing just in the corner of his eye. Looking over, JT found no one there and no sounds of footsteps were heard. The scientist quickly rationalized as sleep deprivation on his part and soon he was asleep as well listening to the peaceful sound of the waves outside.

Anchorage, Alaska: Chassey was tossing and turning in her bed trying to get comfortable so she could get some rest. Sighing, she got up and walked into the bathroom and splashed some water on her face before downing a couple of sleeping pills and looking up at her haggard face in the mirror.

"Thirty-four and I look like I'm sixty-four," she complained lightly before she barked out a laugh into the back of her hand. She was exaggerating of course, but having to deal with OMAR over the past four years had taken more out of her than she would have liked to admit. But it had been worth it, she just wished she knew what would become of her life now that they were gone. As Chassey stared into the mirror to see if it could offer up any answers, she caught a glimpse of a mysterious figure standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Tensing up, she grabbed her firearm and whipped around and aimed into the bedroom but no one was there.

"Alright you son of a bitch you made a big mistake coming in here so freeze!" shouted the FBI Agent as she leapt out into the bedroom and visually swept the area. But again no one was there.

"Damnit," said Chassey upset. Whether because someone was that good at eluding her or that she was jumping at shadows she wasn't sure. So she swept the entire room and found nothing. Scratching her head, she was about to canvass the area again when the hair on her back went straight up as an intense feeling of fear washed over her. Looking with trepidation over her shoulder, she saw the figure once more standing in the room between her and the door.

"You've got ten seconds to get down before I put you down for good!" Chassey threatened as she aimed her gun at the individual. The darkened individual just stood there completely silent in response.

"Your ten seconds are up," Chassey replied after a few moments had passed. Upon her saying that, the figure began slowly advancing on her and so she immediately fired off a shot at the individual's arm.

Nothing happened. The figure continued to advance.

Checking to make sure she hadn't missed, Chassey capped off another round at the figure this time in the leg. But once again the figure advanced without hesitation. Realizing something was very wrong here, Chassey fired off her entire magazine at the figure and again nothing happened. Her fear that she had been experiencing early now began full blown terror, but the FBI Agent refused to be a pawn to her emotions.

And then the image of the figure became clear to her as an apparition and it slowly expanded, enveloping the entire room.

"CHASSEY…," it growled in a guttural voice.

"AAHHHHH!" screamed Chassey in fear as she suddenly bolted upright and found herself in her bed. Looking around fearfully, she found she was entirely alone in the room as sunlight shown in from the outside indicating it was morning.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Chassey I thought I heard screaming, are you okay?" asked Chase concerned from the outside. Chassey looked around her room once again but found nothing.

"I-I'm I'm fine," Chassey replied as she bunched up the covers against her for some illusion of protection.

"You sure?" asked Chase doubtful.

"I said I'm fine!" Chassey snapped at him. "Go to breakfast and I'll be down shortly."

"Okay," said Chase backing down and the sound of footsteps leaving were heard. Chassey immediately went to the bathroom and once again splashed water over her face like she thought she'd only done a few moments earlier in what was apparently part of the dream. She then walked over to her luggage and in a secret compartment she pulled out a datebook and flipped it to a page marked 'Dreams/Nightmares of Something'. This wasn't the first time she'd had a bad dream like this, in fact they'd been going off and on since she'd visited OMAR's bombed out remains. But whereas the nightmares before had just involved a disembodied voice, now it had taken an actual form. She jotted down the date and what she had seen and then quickly scanned the other entries to see the progression of this particular recurring dream.

"I am not losing my mind," Chassey swore as she snapped the datebook shut for emphasis and looked into the room daring anyone to say differently. But there was no one there just like there hadn't been anyone there last night. But she couldn't dwell on that now; she had things to do. And so she quickly ready and met Chase downstairs for breakfast in the dining area as they discussed their strategy for interviewing Red Blue.

Denver, Colorado: Sheila was gassing up her car anxious to get a move and start her search for Taurus. She was eating an energy bar for breakfast and was mapping out her search pattern when a shadow fell over her. Looking over her shoulder, Sheila was surprised to see the enigmatic leader of a secret installation called Echo Base staring at her.

"Well, well, well," said Sheila condescendingly with a big grin on her face. "After two years I was wondering if you'd show up again. It's been awhile, Dave."

The Leader didn't bother responding to her accusation as to who he was and instead looked at her map pointedly.

"What is it you're hoping to find out there?" he asked instead. From his tone it was clear he already knew Sheila's response and so the FBI Field Agent crossed her arms.

"Why don't you tell me?" she inquired with a false smile. The Leader put his hands in his vest pockets and looked at her with a shameful expression.

"I think you're looking into things you can't possibly comprehend," the Leader told her frankly. "And I think you should just walk away now before you find yourself in a mess you and the other Vigilantes won't be able to escape from."

Sheila shook her head at that with pity in her expression. "What happened to you, Dave? What happened to the man who would willingly put his life on the line in the defense of others?"

"I'm warning you now," said the Leader leaning forward and refusing to rise to the bait. "Walk away or there will be consequences."

Sheila also leaned forward so the two were face to face.

"Bite me," she said simply and then grabbed her stuff and put it in the car and finished pumping her gas and driving off. The gas station attendant knew that she was from the Bureau and to charge the fuel to them.

The Leader watched her race off before he snorted lightly to himself and a mild grin appeared on his lightly bearded face.

"Same old stubborn fool," he said as he got in his nearby van and it vanished in a brilliant flash.

Portland, Oregon: Convoy was collecting his payment for safe delivery of goods to a shoe store manufacturer and then got the appropriate paperwork signed. He headed to his truck where his wife, Houston, was leafing through a supermarket tabloid.

"You know I'd like to believe the stuff in there as much as the next guy, but…," he trailed off with a chuckle as Houston gave him a dour expression at his remark.

"Well I think they may have found something worthwhile this time," she informed him and then showed him an article inside. "Does this look familiar to you?"

Convoy gave her a skeptical look before looking at the article. It was about claims of an Unidentified Flying Object spotted in a wooded area. Though the image of the craft was a little blurry, it did look nearly identical to a craft flown by a creature he'd met a couple years back. The alien hadn't deigned to give him a name, but he'd acquired a simian counterpart over the two years between the auto wars and both had nearly succeeded in killing the entire team before vanishing. Chase had done some investigating after the event was over and found the alien took to calling himself 'Y' and the monkey was a former member of the simian space program named Bobo. When the two had left the group, 'Y' had been none too pleased with them and had made some ominous remarks about what had happened in Kuwait not being the end of things before flying off in his craft. If he had returned, it meant something was clearly amiss in the world.

"I stand corrected," Convoy relented as he looked at another blurry photo showing what appeared to be 'Y' and Bobo scanning an area of ground before another photo showed them noticing the photographer and a third showing them firing laser guns at the camera.

"I think we should go find them and see what's up before they move on," Houston figured. Convoy looked at the photo once more.

"Canada?" he said as if that left a bad taste in his mouth. "That's a little far isn't it?"

"We're in Oregon and you've been thinking of making company in-roads into our neighbor to the North," Houston pointed out. "Think of it as a fact finding business trip. Only we're finding out about more than just business."

His wife always made good arguments and this was no exception. Even if it was for something he wasn't excited about in this case.

"You know, ignoring things until they've finally involved us has usually worked out well so far," the trucker pointed out as he got in the cab of his Mack Truck and his wife got in on the passenger side.

"For you, sure," Houston agreed. "But I lost you for several months before a miracle brought you back to me. I'm not going to take a chance like that ever again."

Convoy chuckled heartily at that. "And it's that fiery resolve that made me fall in love with you in the first place."

"Then you got lucky," said Houston with a loving smile on her face as Convoy pulled out of the warehouse and headed north.

2021, Tokyo, Japan: Keiko Uzumi-Clyde had just finished giving a speech to the shareholders of her resurrected company Uzumi Power that was focused entirely on green energy. The crowd had applauded heavily at her statements about wind energy, water energy, and solar energy and the cost effectiveness of using such power sources. It had allowed her company to prosper in ways it had just been beginning to when her adopted father Lord Slick Clyde, the CEO of OMAR, had taken it over with hostile force from her biological father when Keiko was only seven resulting in her biological father's disappearance.

Strange though it may have seemed to outsiders, Keiko felt no ill will to her adopted father. On the contrary she sincerely loved him and that was why she allowed herself to carry his legacy by adding his last name to her own. It was all thanks to a trip to the late 1970s with her father that she met with not only his younger self, but also his future wife and her adopted mother, Chassey Blue, who had died before she'd had a chance to meet her in the future. She learned of the good man her father had been versus the evil man he had become and so she had done the honorable thing and destroyed him and his empire once and for all. She had been none too happy about it, but she couldn't allow her father to live as the very thing he hated, a man consumed by his past that was affecting his present and future.

It was only after she'd done that task that things had gotten…bizarre. As she watched with her own eyes, the time stream reformatted around her and she found herself in a new world she didn't entirely recognize. The world looked different than it had before and where had once been the burning remains of OMAR's Headquarters instead was a lone memorial sitting in a vast crater which talked about OMAR's demise in the late 1970s for unknown reasons. The memorial was for the world that OMAR had destroyed in their rise to power.

Rushing to the nearest library, she quickly did some research and found a new history to this planet that had diverged from the 1970s and the time travel events caused by her father, herself, and the bio-bot Dallas XIII who was built around the remains of her best friend and colleague, a man named Darius. As the memorial stated, OMAR had been vaporized in a nuclear explosion after she had left for the future. The world had then grown up free of OMAR for the past several decades and that fact caused her head to spin. Especially as her memories were different from everyone else's about those events.

Looking up her personal history was even more mind boggling as her history still matched with what she remembered; that she had grown up as Lord Clyde's adopted daughter and his right hand woman in charge of OMAR, even though Slick Clyde and OMAR had both vanished in the 1970s. When she'd asked others what they made of the conflicting history reports, they just shrugged it off as it was her history and if it was wrong she should be the one to change the official reports.

Left with the choice of either going mad because of the change in history that she somehow remembered or moving on with her life while putting all of this behind her, she'd chosen the latter. So she began her lifelong dream of resurrecting her family's company called Uzumi Power and had succeeded in doing so in only two years. Things were finally looking good for the first time in a long time and Keiko felt more content than she had in years.

"Ma'am," said her secretary as she walked into her office. "Team 1 reports successfully location of priority package."

Keiko's jaw dropped at that, she'd nearly given up hope on that particular project. "Where did they finally find it?"

"In the United States," said the secretary. "They weren't any more specific than that. They sent some photos to prove their findings."

"I'll look at them immediately, but the package is to be taken to R&D immediately. They'll know what to do with it," Keiko instructed. The secretary nodded her head as she made the appropriate notes to make calls. Keiko then rushed into her office and locked the door behind her. Going to her computer, she turned it on and got into her e-mail and found the appropriate message from Team 1 and opened the file and looked at the photos.

"At last," the very young CEO stated in a hushed tone. The images greeting her were of a heavily damaged yellow and orange bio-bot that from the wear and tear apparent looked very old, something which should have been impossible given the technology to build him was very new.

"I've found you, Dallas XIII…,"

1979, Hexagon Petroleum Headquarters: Red Blue sat behind his chair amused at the conversation he was having with his daughter and the CIA Agent.

"I assure you that I am not in any position to be resurrecting OMAR," he promised. "It's not in the best interests of my company to do so."

"We're not accusing you of resurrecting OMAR, we're just trying to make sure you don't become the next OMAR," Chase clarified. Red shook his head in shame at that statement.

"Maybe things are different in the future you come from, but right now in America we have a little something called the American Dream which allows me the right to 'life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness'. Hexagon Petroleum is my life, being the boss means I have the liberty to do what I want with it, and making it thrive makes me happy," Red explained. That his business was his life and he was willing to say this aloud was no surprise to Chassey and it further emphasized the rift between them to Chase. He needed to end this conversation soon before Chassey exploded.

"But daddy you know that some of the decisions you're making in acquiring random OMAR assets don't make much sense," Chassey said coolly in response to her father's statement. Red looked at her dimly.

"I'm preparing for the future of my company," he told her. "I'm acquiring these assets to better diversify. I can't afford to only have a handful of installations in this country because someone will come after them and you and your reckless band of vigilantes will end up destroying them in the process to defend them. Not after it's already happened twice because that's bad business sense. I trust that concludes your business with me?"

Chassey's jaw clenched tightly at that but she refused to give her father the satisfaction of being upset.

"We'll be in touch Mr. Blue," she said harshly and then got up and left the room. Chase watched her go and then turned to Red.

"One last question," Chase requested as Red tipped his head at him. "Do the words 'Operation: Third and Final Warning' mean anything to you?"

A brief flicker of hesitation crossed Red's face but his features otherwise betrayed nothing.

"I believe that's a threat given to troublemakers to tell them not to continue doing what they're doing," the CEO answered.

"But does it mean anything to you, specifically?" Chase continued. Red shrugged.

"Should it?" he asked feigning curiosity. "You're from the future so you tell me."

"The future can be changed, I just hope people can change too," Chase told Red cryptically. "Goodbye Mr. Blue. If I have any further questions I'll pass them along."

Chase then got up as well and left and Red watched him go with a multitude of silent questions on his mind before letting them go for another day. Right now he had more important things to be concerned about and there was nothing Chase or Chassey could do to stop him now. He flipped on his security system and he saw Chassey leaving with Chase. Once he was satisfied they were gone, Red pulled out a single manila envelope he had received in the mail.

Cutting it open, the executive found a disc inside of it. He then turned around and got into his safe and retrieved the only device he knew capable of playing the item, called a DVD. He then powered up the device and placed the disc in it and pressed play as he retrieved the other contents of the envelope consisting of long range plans and other papers with drawings on them. He then returned his attention to the DVD player as a warning came up that this disc was for Red's eyes only. He clicked the 'ok' button on the device and a series of words popped up.

Oil Monopoly Alliance Regime. Operation: Third and Final Warning.

The image then dissolved into an image of a man Red had met two years ago. He was called 'Eight' and he was a member of OMAR's Executive Board who had seemingly perished two years when their facility was destroyed.

"Hello again Mr. Blue," said Eight amicably. "I'm glad that we're able to continue having this one way conversation. I'm sure it's been a long couple of years for you especially since the nature of this business agreement is one way and that we've also requested that you make some odd business decisions as I'm sure your recent encounter with Chassey Blue and Agent R. Chase has proven."

This wasn't the first time in the communiqués that OMAR had reported on an event that had occurred during a time period when he possessed the disc before playing it. He still hadn't fully figured out how that was possible, but he had some ideas thanks to the existence of Agent Chase.

"Again my sincerest apologies, but business is business," Eight continued frankly. "But I do have some good news. The preparation you have been doing for us during this operation is almost complete."

That got Red's attention and he leaned forward as Eight gave him a sinister smile.

Cancun: John Torque gave Nina a kiss goodbye as he got in his Jefferson that he had bought at junkyard and refurbished it himself. Nina for her part got in her El Camino and the two parted ways. As John was too busy thinking about his class, he failed to notice a black 1969 Manta with painted yellow flames on the hood pull out of a nearby parking spot and start following him.

I-76: Sheila's Vertigo rolled past various wrecks on the interstate looking for her quarry. She was looking at her map when suddenly her proximity sensor went off on her scanning device and she was immediately surrounded by three heavily armed vehicles; a Picard Piranha, a Jefferson Sovereign, and finally a Van.

"Shut down your vehicle and get out with your hands up!" shouted a voice leaving no option for refusal.

Somewhere over Edmonton, Alberta, Canada a Luxo flying saucer streaked over the ground for parts unknown.

Cancun, Mexico: John Torque had finished dismissing his first class of the day and was putting away his things when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs of the auditorium.

"I asked earlier if there were any questions," JT began with his back turned to the individual before turning around. "If you still have one it'll have to be at office…hours…"

JT's jaw dropped at the appearance of the new arrival. It was a Caucasian man with spiky brown hair, a goatee, and a long brown trenchcoat covering his shirt and pants.

"Hello, Johnny," said Sid Burn, the original leader of the Coyote Cartel whom JT had thought died during the destruction of Site 4; complete with his signature British Accent and a malevolent smile on his face. "It's been awhile and I'm so glad to see you again…"

Hexagon Petroleum Headquarters: "Operation: Third and Final Warning is nearly ended. Prepare for Operation: Third and Final Strike," concluded Eight. The image dissolved once more to a series of lines of text.

Oil Monopoly Alliance Regime. Operation: Third and Final Strike.

OMAR WILL RISE AGAIN.

The First Assault was history. The Second Offense had just ended. The Third and Final Strike was about to begin.