There was a sudden alert within the Bors that snapped Mao out of the rage spell that had been cast over him. Through ragged breaths, he stared at the monitor. A new heat signature. Drawing upon the knowledge he stole from Cornelia's mind he expertly worked the controls so he could have a better look. That was a body. A person. Skulking through the shadows of Clovisland. About four hundred meters away. But even though Mao was concentrating on them, he couldn't hear their mind. Not one thought. Not one anything! Silence, blissful silence!

That was how he knew who it was before they turned their head and gave the advanced factsphere a good look at her face. A goddess gracing the playground of the mortals.

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She squirmed around on the ground, trying to roll towards her limbs. Oh, the cruel things we must do in the sake of love. Mao leaned down to stroke through her radiant green hair, then tilted her eyes up to look at him. "It's alright, there's no need to pretend you're scared anymore. There's nothing Lelouch or anyone can do to take you away from me, not anymore! I know you love me C.C. and you know that you don't have to say it because I know!"

And just at that moment, as Lelouch's eyes sparkled with mischief and imminent victory, C.C. said three words. A mere three word phrase that completely changed everything. Three words that came together to spell checkmate.

[...]

The screen in front of them was divided between two images. One half was filled with Lelouch's face, giving Schnezel full confirmation that he too was alive. For this he had gratitude and relief, tinged with anticipation. The younger Prince's face was lit up with triumph, even in spite of the sight of the other half of the screen: Security footage from Clovisland showing the terrorist Mao leaning over the green haired mystery girl C.C. who was also visibly smiling, and saying three simple, short words.

"Tag, you're it."

Her pretty features began to morph in a rather horrific fashion. In a sense so did Mao's. The insane joy he had been expressing transformed immediately into anger, sadness. The realisation he had been deceived settling in, when that green hair turned a familiar shade of silver, its long straight form becoming unkempt and wild, the feminine face becoming longer and thinner -

"This is the worst possible outcome," the General said. "Two of them, now! How in blazes do we contain two of them when one was giving us this much trouble?! The civilian casualties -"

-Lulu's Bizarre Rebellion Chapter 39