BriefingA Chapter by EsdeeAyo110 AE Polemos Facility Former PRD Territory ζ17 Briefing
Life is
a routine. You are born; you live; you
die. Every person goes through that
cycle having insignificant changes on the grand scheme of things. The lucky ones get to leave it early. It’s part of my routine to make lucky
ones. There’s
not much to live for, at least now anyways.
This great race known as human kind has reduced itself to shambles. There were few survivors after the war ten
years ago, forced to live isolated, desolate lives. How futile.
They should all give up. Can’t
they see their time is over? They are an
endangered species. They face
extinction. It’s not the first time. They escaped Earth, the birthplace of
humanity before it killed them. They
came to this planet and named it Salvation.
Now that’s become an ironic name.
It’s
funny that with the state of their species, there are those who still wish
others dead. That’s human nature I
guess. Human nature will be the last
aspect of humanity to die. And
it’s not me who wishes others dead. I am
the tool, the weapon to do so. Just
point and I will succeed. It is my
purpose. It is why I exist. Am I human?
Am I in control of my actions? Am
I man? Or am I weapon? I lack
compassion. Do I lack a soul? The
door opens. In walks Mr. Dragon. His black uniform gives prestige and
authority to his appearance. His aging
face yet reveals a tattered old man who has gone through hell and back. “You passed every test with flying colors,”
he states walking to the front of the room, “The time has come for your first
mission.” I don’t
respond. It is not my place to
respond. I am a weapon, not a man, and a
gun does not respond to its gunman. It
only fires when the gunman pulls the trigger.
Mr. Dragon is pulling the trigger.
“You
have three targets,” Mr. Dragon begins, “The first is Christian Rexrode. Ten years ago, he was the President of
Decoria.” The screen behind Mr. Dragon
displays a profile with a picture.
Christian Rexrode, Age: 59, Hair: Blond, Eyes: Blue, Height: 5’9”. Location: Crimson Palace, PRD. “Your
second target is Rexrode’s personal body guard, Moses. Of your targets, he is likely the most
dangerous.” The screen wipes away all
the info on Rexrode and now displays Moses’ profile. He has dark skin, once considered ‘African
descent,’ only, there is no more Africa.
Name: Unknown, Code Name: Moses, Age: Unknown, Hair: Black, Eyes:
Brown. Height: 6’1”. Location: Crimson Palace, PRD. Caution: Extremely dangerous. “Your
last target is Dr. Brutus Devivo, a Decorian scientist.” Now Devivo’s profile appears. Name: Dr. Brutus Devivo, Age: 74, Hair: gray,
eyes: blue. Height: 5’8”. Location: Crimson Palace, PRD. “All
your targets live in the Crimson Palace, the former governmental affairs center
of Decoria. You will get there using the
Polemos catacombs. Most of the surface
is not safe to transverse, even in your full suit.” Mr. Dragon feels it is necessary to tell me
things I already know. If I travel on
the surface, I would likely cross a dead zone.
Then it would not matter if my suit’s rebreather prevents me from
inhaling the air. I would be dead in a
matter of hours. “There
is one more piece of information,” he adds, “Our reports state that four people
currently live within the Crimson Palace.
Three are your targets. The last
is Christian Rexrode’s daughter, Marcia Rexrode.” The screen now displays her profile. The Picture is of a little girl. Name: Marcia Rexrode, Age: 18, Hair: black,
Eyes: green, Height: 5’6”. Location:
Crimson Palace, PRD. It occurs to me now
all these pictures are out dated.
Marcia’s picture does not match someone who is eighteen years old. I should account for this. “Marcia
Rexrode is to be taken alive. I cannot
stress this enough,” Mr. Dragon states.
I don’t remember training for hostage situations. This is new.
“If you need to, use her as leverage to get to your targets, but she
needs to stay alive. Understood?” “Understood,”
I answer. The only thing I have said
this whole time. This part of the
mission confuses me. I am a weapon, my purpose
is to kill. Guns don’t take
hostages. Then again, it is not my place
to question Polemos’ intentions. “The
last detail and objective,” Mr. Dragon states, “Your targets possesses amongst
them, no fewer than two ECD’s. This
makes them extremely dangerous. You are
to retrieve these, as they are Polemos property. Take caution.” The door behind me opens. It leads to the Polemos Catacombs that
crisscross the planet. A motorcycle is
there. It will be my transportation. “Go now, dulce
bellum inexpertis.” © 2014 EsdeeAyoFeatured Review
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