"Something is moving in the shadows." "Of course, I just wish it wouldn't have cost me him." Grey eyes shifted, looking up to a small figure, standing upright on a able in front of him, large red eyes looking with a stretch of golden wings. "Hrm, we'll find out what happened to Kiva, and all the others my friend." Before the man could speak anymore, a ringing of his phone made him turn to look at the older styled golden on black device. As he flipped it open, the voice on the other end sounded scared before the phone was hung up. "The humans, they're scared about what's happened aren't they?" "It's natural to be scared about the unknown Kivat, now I'll leave you to continue your search." Nodding, the man who stood all of six feet evenly would slide a black bowler hat over his short cropped hair and give a tip to the creature before he departed company from him. Location Unknown, Somewhere underground in Tokyo "Thank you for joining us, Mr. Ãªtre. We have been greatly disturbed about what happened to the previous Kamen Riders, but these latest developments have gotten us even more concerned." "Has something new happened that I'm not aware of?" "We are afraid that is the case, there have been more attacks. Those former rider allies have been brutally butchered Mr. Ãªtre, we want to give you some pro-" The man shook his head, turning his grey eyes from screen to screen with a slight scowl crossing his features. "It's a nice idea, but we both know it's also incredibly useless. If this, whatever or who ever it is took down the riders, then giving me some 'protection' is like trying to stop a speeding train with an air rifle." As he continued to watch the screens of the men, Mr. Ãªtre found himself frowning on the corners of his mouth. It was troubling news, deeply troubling. However, he was a fixed point and told himself he had to keep a steely appearance so they wouldn't see he was so concerned. "Do I need to say what we're all thinking? Japan, no, the world needs the riders again. We need the ten back to fight the rising darkness." As he watched, the man briefly tipped his bowler hat before rolling his neck to crack it. As he heard the man on the middle screen begin, he flashed a brief grin. "That was our belief too Mr. Ãªtre, we'll give you access to what you need to help find brave souls to take up the fight." He didn't quite want to reveal it, just yet anyway, but suppose there was no time like the present. So, as those hands folded behind his strong back, the man began to speak. "I know, I took the chance some time ago to write a program. It has been very helpful in identifying candidates to become riders, now with your permission, I'll set the final pieces in motion. They will be contacted, and with any luck they'll take up the fight." Nodding his head briefly, he shouldn't allow himself to smirk, but he did, it wasn't terribly difficult to write the program. He did find the bat was surprisingly useful in the motion, but also knew Kivat had his own business to attend to. ???? "My lord, the modifications have been completed. He's ready to be used when you need to." "Excellent, we need some distractions for tonight, so I'll leave that up to you. He doesn't tolerate failure, and neither will I."