Chronos lookked at the map projected in front of him, his eyes taking in every little thing. "And you are sure?" Chronos asks. Silence, then; Y E S. T H E Y A R E C O M I N G. "[i]our old enemy approaches.[/i]" [i]We must ready ourselves, Chronos. We do not have much time before they arrive.[/i] Chronos frowns, thinking. "And have they surpassed your calculations?" [i]No. They will arrive on time.[/i] "Very well." Chronos adjusts his tie and picks up his briefcase. The map turns off. "I shall see what I can do."