Chuck-Ray- "Ah, shit, shit, shit, shit! We've walked into this one! Jack, as the head of Military Affairs, what is your advice?"
He hits a cabinet in his office

Jack- "Well, we need to get the full support of Bruuma and the WPR... As for the RIM, we can't get out of that. We have the Catra Death being produced on a massive scale, but not enough ways to spread it. I say if we get some, uh, beserker troops, arm them with foggers, we could push our way into Reizen. We can outfit a lot of our weapons with this awful stuff, but it still doesn't put us toe to toe. If you want my advice, have it. We are doomed. Doesn't matter how many people we kill, we are not good enough. We need Bruuma's support and a major break through."
The one-eyed general waltzed out of the room, throwing down his bottle of whiskey.

The young chancellor of Agot had much to think about; he knew that he has to help the WPR, but his country is not prepared. He only one ace up his sleeve.

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In the club, Danganronpa, a man in a tan thrench coat sat the bar. He heard the whole conversation. "More powerful than the Catra Death, aye?" He finished his drink, got up and left. The bartender yelled after the mysterious figure, as he only payed in golden rod.
The man did not care; he just followed Doctor Kane out of the club, into the quaint, little coffee shop. He must alert the Chancellor of this and get more of this virus.

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Dear Bruuman Leadership,

If you may or may not know, the country of Agot is actually in support of the WPR. We only supported the RIM to push the Frost Empire out, but now that relationship has crumbled. We need your involvement has the RIM and Kotci now have the Catra Death. We also need you to smuggle the Catra Death to the WPR, as Kotci is now against us. You are the WPR's only hope. Save them.

Chuck-Ray Chickenpicker Moses III