The group leader Pazel Prigovin start his usual to do list for the detachment in the mission, he ask in a monotonous voice and wait for the clear answer, it would almost boring if the sleepy voices replying weren’t in the middle of a hydroelectric power plant, helding the workers and gouging the eyes out of one, he didn’t complie… They sieged the place and are searching for a way to make an rupture in the dam, closing the floodgates and staging a foreign country as the evil doers of such heinous action.
Pazel is with me in a container, watching the body cams of each soldier, all of them is using nothing more than the RATNIK-3 armor, the 1st detachment in charge of the sabotage, 2nd and 3rd taking care of the siege and scape tries, 4th detachment and last is
photoshopping each of our soldiers as some random ass Hezbollah terrorist…
"This A.I. is certainly a genius device, we don’t even need to do much, and it makes this Photoshop so much more real. How do you find this kind of gem?"
The 4th detachment corporal Carlos asks enthusiastically and is almost at the same time cut short by Pazel spoke coldly as he butchered English with his strong Russian accent.
“ You know what you have to know, focus in the mission”
After some muffled laughs, silence prevailed in the radio communication, i thought that Pazel would join the chat as Carlos was talking about his prized “Russian elite technology” but while so, the quit network got buzzy again, thou in low volume as the 1st troop started talking with each other exchanging codes and information. Pazel smirks to me and as i was worried… talked about how the RATNIK-3 was such a good idea to take and use, as it has “top notch technology” and “so much gadgets that we could put childrens to use it and still be effective”, i just nod with my head and we keep watching.
The 4th detachment as expected finish their “work” early and are issued to help finish the 1st detachment mission, closing the floodgates goes smoothly and without many obstacles, after this they execute all the workers, the carnage can be hear in the mics while they play games counting each body part as a number of points, laughing and trying to have the best score, they betted drinks food and other miscellaneous, staged some terrorist members that were already dead as the scapegoat and proof of the staged security recordings and when all detachments regroup they all help hide anything that could reveal some information.
As they finish the blood bath they gather around waiting for the others and meanwhile review each one's recordings to see who takes the highest score, 3rd division with his corporal, Otis was the winner, as expected from the sniper and elimination team. After Pazel inspects with some drones and they share the bets of this little game, they are instructed to go back to the camp, marching there without a formation they looked like childrens in a school trip.
No more than a day and they retrieve to the HQ that were in, searching and counting all the members, not even a single one has the littlest dent in the armor. After finishing the paperwork i call for air support to take us back. 8 Stealthy Blackhawk show up soon, now in the middle of the night, Pazel throws a incendiary grenade in the container we were in and i go first in the helicopter, after all the soldiers is inside it takes flight and after Pazel says “it’s clear”, all of them remove their helmets laughs, cheers and lousy talking take place in the once silent crew… even if it was because of the sound proof helmets.
“This purge protocol really that easy?” said 1st detachment corporal Noah Stein, while mentioning our intervention, also known as Purge Protocol, with his “German-english” just not as unintelligible as the Panzer.
“Duh Burro! We have the most advanced armor, weaponry and even technology that the military of every country would kill for” replies Carlos with his strong Brazilian accent striking his armor with his fist as to prove the toughness of the armor.
“Not that matters, you become so distracted because of this innovation that instead of shooting you waste your time almost making love with it” said Otis while cleaning his sniper.
“Y'know, our leaders are the richest of the richest, but ain't this a bit too good to be true, mate?" Oliver the 2nd detachment corporal asks Panzer
“You could say that, but it is what it is, have enough money to stick it up your ass and you can spend it with such a thing as killing everyone!" Panzer replies laughing out loud and the whole place starts to be full of this annoying shit talk of the soldiers, switching from their native tongues with his detachment to English to talk with each other.
I look at them with an stone face hiding my disdain, it's hard to believe that these imbecile mongrels are the best mercenaries money can buy, this 5 men are almost the only ones that can “speak” english in this place, his soldiers are foreigners just as them and can’t pronounce a single word in english. Pazel was a leader from a mercenary force that faked his death so he could work for us, he is an old cunning man that boasts about his strategy but is too decrepit to do anything. Noah is a typical german blondie, lean muscles almost red because of how white he is, with a sadistic desire for blood. Oliver, an Aussie tall and strong as a moose, with mutton chops that he prizes more than anything, i'm sure what he has in muscles he lacks in cerebral matter.
Otis is red-haired and irish angry and alcoholic as one, but a sharp shooter and the best sniper in the world, he has small figure but strong features,long and thick beard as well as a lot of hair everywhere. At last Carlos, a brazilian that is a pervert when it comes to technology, always maintaining his face clean and shaved, he is slim and has an indigenous appearance. Oh ,and we have the only one worthy of salvation, Archie, he leads the support of our forces, a young British man with a juvenile face and optimistic mood. Each of them with his team is the best that one could ever ask for, with a little help of some tools that we received from our “employers” and then we have a battalion that can deal with entire divisions.
After some hours that looked like days, the helicopters arrive at the outpost, a old and abandoned oil rig, i went to the outpost alone, the soldiers waited for me in the helicopter, while strolling around i hear a noise from a lightly brightened hall, hiding a meeting room, with a huge projector and a already started online meeting with 100+ “investors'' and our so called “employers'', as i’m one of them… each one of us take a job to do, as i had most of the enterprises for mercenaries, i'm the “Chief” of the military force or kinda.
“Joe Henks, you arrived early, how was the mission?” asks a voice super edited deep voice. I reply with most than joy
“Everything went as i said it would, for the first assigned mission of the purge protocol with our mercenaries was most then perfect, as we are speaking the dam is entering critical stage and we should see our first small-scale catastrophe should be a success”
Connecting the drone camera that is still around the dam, he flies to oversee the damage already taken and cracks in the concrete show up bigger and bigger until, with no one there to warn the civilians in the path of the flood that will occur, i look to the screen frantically waiting, to the climax. A genocide as said in Genesis 7, where God, our lord killed every single one of this filthy peasents, cleansing the earth from their hands.
“Our lord opens up the floodgates of heaven, as the first day of the purge protocol, i show to you the first method of cleaning the human pest, with a flood! So the water may take his sacred path and purify this earth of the vermin!” I said in a passionate voice, with a smiley face, ecstatic with such a moment.
After a brief calculation on my part, in the exact end of my speech the dam broke and thousands of thousand liters of water flowed angrily past the now destroyed dam, the first of so many other symbols that nature would take his sacred path from the evil claws of this human infestation. Claps are heard in celebration of such good times, of such good deeds from ourselves to nature.
“Very well Joe, you exceeded our expectation and proves that we are the ones destined to make Earth habitable again, killing all of the humanity so we can have a green future and our grandchildren can enjoy the world that we so much craved for” the edited deep voice pauses for a moment and other takes place, as much edited but soft voice “Now Joe, you and your team can relax for a week till the seventh day of January and we’ll gonna send you the information for the next mission”
I nod in silence but with the biggest smile seen, they leave the meeting, send the drone information so we can retrieve it in the HQ and go back to the helicopter where the soldiers are. We had a pleasant trip, especially now that the soldiers are talking less and my plan started to unveil.
Hours passes by while they played poker or another card game and in the window
of the Stealth Blackhawk is now visible the HQ, in the middle of the nowhere, Alaska USA, a giant military base that using a material that makes the base disappear, using Non-Hermitian quantum material, you can see past all the installations as they didn't exist, and now inside it all the world can’t see us, after answering some questions of the engineering and research team about the machinery i go straight to the dormitory, and watch in the television the damage, dealt to the destruction of our play time.
Searching about it, maximum happiness reach his heart, as the other soldiers enters the dormitory they are welcomed by the voice of a sad woman, the news anchor
“Tragedy struck our hearts as we saw the three gorges dam, the biggest hydroelectric facility in the world collapse, taking estimated 1,9 million lives, living in more than 1,500 cities, towns, and villages along the river, and the destruction of magnificent scenery and countless rare architectural and archaeological sites …”
As we heard it we run through the dormitory to the dining hall where the auxiliary forces and the rest of the military forces cheered and, for years they trained for this moment, finally with the plan in action is just obvious that each little fiber of them as myself would be thrilled with such news, A country had so many deaths and now blame a terrorist group that means China versus all of the muslim extremists groups and muslim totalitarian regimes.
After the comotion Pazel sits with me drinking wine, he speaks gopnik gibberish until he notices i can’t understand russian.
“*clears throat* I'm just unsure about something, you are really going to let all of us live? I’m not blind so i can see that y’all in the upper class have some hatred for the lower ones” Pazel asks politely trying his best to speak with a good english, for no avail as his accent is stronger than the alcohol his fellow countryman are drinking.
“You all can rest assure that our plan is correct and our motives are for the better, i know all of you have yours questions and untrust with us, but i tell that no matter what we are the sons of Joseph, the righteous leader of this land, when all of our works end, be damn well sure that we are going to give, lands, education and the best for you and your family.”
I say this bolstering our rights, our claims and in a fanatical way so that this mongrels can stop acting clever and go back to the stupid shit they think, shouldn’t question my will, just do what i demand, good soldiers don’t ask, they do… but minor crisis averted, i bid my farewells to them and go to sleep.
In the following days, predictably routine, the team engaged in rigorous training sessions in preparation for the imminent mission. Amidst the banality, they engaged in inconsequential conversations, partook in meals, sought repose, and deliberated with Pazel regarding the most effective formations. Meanwhile, I dedicated my time to studying our next target—an integral task given the gravity of our forthcoming actions.
Our previous actions had catalyzed an unforeseen chain of events: China and a significant portion of Asia were now embroiled in an all-encompassing conflict. This presented an unprecedented opportunity for us. We devised a strategic plan to exploit this regional turmoil by targeting vital infrastructure in each involved nation. Our strategy was calculated and ruthless, intending to strike at the heart of these countries by attacking critical points: hospitals, schools, religious sanctuaries, power plants, and water treatment stations.
On the seventh day, as anticipated, the mission was handed down, one that sought to sow disruption among warring nations, initiating utter chaos using a lethal combination of drones, artillery, and missiles at our discretion. Under Pazel's directive, we assembled the 4th detachment, the artillery detachment, and the cybernetic detachment for a critical meeting. This gathering was pivotal, the cornerstone of our central plan and strategy. After intense deliberation lasting no more than two hours, we emerged from the meeting hall with a meticulously devised plan.
This time, I observed the proceedings from within the HQ, witnessing the swift action of the cybernetic detachment. They promptly initiated their operations, hijacking the internet and GPS satellites of targeted countries, making them leave their orbits. This strategic move effectively crippled the countries’ capabilities to retaliate or forewarn others about our impending objectives.
Subsequently, the 4th detachment sprang into action, infiltrating the airspace of each nation using cutting-edge B.A.E. Systems Taranis drones. These unmanned aerial vehicles established dominance, inflicting chaos, death, and destruction, all without shedding a single drop of blood. By sabotaging power plants and contaminating water treatment facilities, the entire energy infrastructure of these nations collapsed. In a matter of days, civilian unrest and rebellion began to brew, causing neighboring countries to join the strife.
Amidst this escalating pandemonium, our ingenious artillery detachment made their entrance. Infiltrating the military forces of the nations as mercenaries, they utilized the weaponry at their disposal to target and disrupt neighboring countries further, exacerbating the existing chaos to an even more catastrophic level.
After the successful execution of our mission, we swiftly retrieved our personnel back to our headquarters unscathed—0 casualties, 0 injuries, and none of our war machines destroyed. However, in truth, our gains were far greater. We had acquired a substantial cache of weaponry and cutting-edge technologies from the military forces of each country. This allowed us to conduct meticulous research, analyzing and extracting any valuable findings worthy of our attention.
As we observed the widespread destruction, revealing once more in our triumph, Pazel and the corporals of each detachment began discussions about the war, expressing astonishment at the unforeseen scale of global turmoil. It was during this conversation that Pazel uttered something that resonated with me, “All of this makes me question my beliefs and rationale... perhaps Life is meaningless, you'll live until you die.'"
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With utter disbelief, I contemplated the aftermath of our second divine punishment, akin to the events of Genesis 11 the fall of the Tower of Babel. Our intervention disrupted their unified speech, a deliberate act designed to subject them to the intended suffering by the gods. This step was pivotal in stripping away their profane technology, bringing us closer to our ultimate objective of global renewal.
After spending hours listening to Pazel's report, news reached us that the central office of our modest force had received the much-awaited opportunity we had been anticipating. The UN convened a meeting to address the imminent threat posed by the nuclear arsenals of nations on the brink of catastrophe. Astonishingly, they granted authorization to a specific mercenary group, which happened to be one of my private military forces, to collect these weapons, a development we considered the best news possible.
However, the challenging aspect emerged soon after. The directive was to transfer all the nuclear armaments to the three... now two, of the world's most formidable nations. Their task was to ensure the safe disposal of these devastating super weapons.
It's not that it’s hard to do; it's just that why give them to the enemy when they could be put to better use with us? So the summit gives me the power to decide, either to hand them over to the UN or attempt to use some technique to keep them for ourselves. You'd better not believe I would even for a fraction of a second give MY sacred relic to these pigs. It would be beautiful. I can see these 400 or so nuclear weapons exploding in the major cities. First, there will be light, and then, as we rise from the ashes, they will return to our Lord, mushroom clouds signaling the resurrection of this putrid and ever-rotting world…
The aftermath of their meticulously executed mission left the world reeling in chaos, a canvas painted with calculated destruction. I’m the mastermind of calamity, reflected on the orchestrated events, seeing them as a grand display of power and control over the destiny of nations.
The success of their actions brought us a sinister satisfaction, hailing the team's achievements in setting the world stage for an imminent cataclysm. The acquisition of advanced weaponry, such as the coveted nuclear armaments, was seen as a stroke of immense luck, a treasure that would fuel their grand design.
After careful searching, they found a way to minimize the loss of weaponry, keeping the most possible while doing such a delicate task. Therefore, the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th detachments are once again called for another operation in the Chinese borders. They will be using the cargo ship MSC Irina, with a UN official in charge of the transport protocol and passwords for accessing the warheads. The voyage is relaxed, and I could converse with another intelligent being. It turns out this official is a woman of faith and intelligence. She's also upset with the world and its way of change.
It's nice for a chance to speak to someone who doesn't have a brain the size of a peanut. Her name is Alexa, and she has a well-spoken English soft voice without the slightest accent. Her curly hair resembles the waves of the sea, a hazel color sea. Her eyes are as green as an emerald, and every time she speaks, I become mesmerized.
“So Joe, why would you accept such a dangerous mission with so few personnel? Can 85 infantrymen really defend 400 nuclear weapons?” she asked, her emerald eyes locked with mine, as if she was looking at a hero or a great miracle. “You see this peculiar armor they are using? It can give us feedback on how each one is doing and assist them with target assignment, infrared and night vision, aiming using bullet drop, distance from the target, and movement to make it easier for our infantry to shoot accurately.” I took a moment to catch my breath and let the impact sink in.
“This armor can withstand up to 5 direct hits from .50 caliber ammunition, with an exoskeleton that helps them carry three times more than human capabilities. If they aren't all we need for this mission, we have 100 airborne drones that can assist with skirmishes, fights, and aerial support. The Oshkosh HEMTT (Heavy Expanded Mobility Tactical Truck) will make picking up all the warheads easy.”
With bright eyes, she observed our technology, soldiers, support staff, drivers, mechanics, and so on, with a look on her face that showed how much our military superiority could overcome any challenge. We engaged in small talk when an MI-26 helicopter approached our ship. Its pilot quickly made contact with ours, and we learned who was aboard. The Russian minister wanted to make a deal and assist with our mission.
I accepted and requested all personnel wearing RATNIK-3 armor and Pazel to hide below deck until this man bid his farewell. Alexa went with them just in case something went awry. They landed on the ship, and 20 men swiftly exited the helicopter, clearing the path for this unattractive, bald, wrinkled Russian man, so overweight that his belly fat leaked from the bottom of his shirt and was visible. I put on the best smile I had and asked what I could do for him. With his poor, broken English, he explained how he wanted to make a deal with us.
“I'll be clear and straightforward. My beloved nation claims the warheads. So, I've come to strike a deal. We'll help create an impression that some of the warheads were stolen until you all showed up. We take them all, and we’ll give you four times more than what they offered,” he said with a voice that implied I couldn’t refuse—either they own us a favor, or they’ll silence us.
I replaced my smile with a serious expression and explained how it would be difficult. We have a UN official on this ship, and they won't take it lightly if we did that. He smirked and looked into my eyes.
“The official isn't a problem. Kill him. It’s simple. We'll make excuses, claim that someone attacked you, killed the UN official, nearly killed all of you, and how bravely we came to the rescue. Not at the best time, but ensuring that only a single person was killed, and they got away with the warheads.”
With a stern expression, I made my voice sound distressed. “If it’s the only way... there’s nothing I can do. But I'm not going to stain my hands with the blood of a UN official. You can take her, and later, we'll decide what to do.”
He laughed loudly and accepted what I said. I asked him to wait while I fetched Alexa, and he sat inside the helicopter. As I walked back inside the ship, I couldn't contain it any longer. The biggest smile spread across my face. He offered himself as our scapegoat. I and all my men used hidden mics and cameras, so now we had proof that he coerced us. Now, if we were to steal the warheads, they would be the prime suspects.
When I entered the ship, I saw Alexa tied up. I asked for her forgiveness and told her that if we didn't give her to the Russian force, they would kill us. She knew it was a lie, but I sold her for the cheapest price that could be offered. We handed her over to them without any more dialogue. They gestured that we would meet again, and they took flight, opening the helicopter door 200 meters above the air. Alexa was right in front of the door; they shot her in the back of her head. Her head became a bloody mess, a mixture of brains, bones, and fluids. Her body fell due to gravity, plunging straight into the ocean.
A day passes by, i still don’t know how to feel about what happened, she paid the price for our plan to be more than perfect, but as she was a woman of faith, i really hoped that they didn’t killed her, she would be most than perfect as a bride for me, and a spy inside the UN… so this is the feeling of hate? Is this the feeling of wanting revenge? huh… I can't stop thinking of how to kill that man, i can’t give a simple or one without suffering, even if he is going to suffer in hell, i want to make him suffer at my hands.
Another day passes by, all my men ready for the upcoming objective, in 2 days the Russians will reach us and we are ready for what to come, the Chinese government watching his country fade scattered to Russia and North Korea, without the slightest care for his weapons or nation. I take my time and start a series of meetings to discuss our new plans…
After the said two days in a sunny afternoon a small dot in the horizon shows up, another giant cargo ship approaches, we can see the minister in the deck with his ugly face looking to us… his ship sail aside getting meters closer to our per hour, heading to the final destination, the Xangai harbor. There the funny part will start.
And not much time after we can see the chinese coast, there all the GPS and such things don’t work, so our pilot take the lead and after half a day we are now anchoring at the port, the land is desolated, between ruins, abandoned houses, car, one of the most philosophical scenery, a complete desolated city, seemingly so full of life until the instant there was no more. From the paved asphalt, cracks show up with plants and nature.
I signaled that the Russians should come to my ship, and soon they came, 300 soldiers, and the fat minister got out of the ship and came in inflated boats to us. The 4th detachment promptly sent 2 drones that would search the Russian ship for more targets or weaponry.
1 hour later as the drones came back so did the russian forces, the carlos talked in the mic and explain that in the ship they have some weaponry but just the pilot and his crew, so all the enemy has to offer is now coming to our trap, i open a smile and help set the ladder for the russians enter our ship.
They all entered our ship with conspicuous smiles, i open my arms to them makin me the most friendly possible
“My friends, i know this is a tiring voyage so let’s enjoy ourselves a little, later we go to land.” as i say this the russian minister takes some steps closer to me
“My friend, i see your ways as an act of good faith, i was worried that you could take me as a villain, im happy to see that you already saw how you don’t have to worry”
As he said, in the earphone i heard Pazel say that we are ready for the demonstration, when i clap my hands they’ll go. So i reach for the minister
“my friend i don’t even know your name, how would i have bad faith from someone i never met? but i have an idea, let’s make our forces meet up with a friendly competition. how does it sound to you?” he chuckles making all his body fat vibrate, he looked like a dog's squishy toy.
“I would be more than glad of this, and the rules are?” he replied
“It’ll be simple, your army has to find my forces before midnight-” while talking i clap my hands and not even let me finish a shower of lead. Instantly transform the Russians in minced meat, from holes and blind spots each soldier shot precisely against the soldiers.
In a blink of an eye, the 300 soldiers are killed and i change my smile to a cold face, hold the fat minister tight, strike him with a punch in his crooked teeth, making him fall in the pool of flesh, bones and blood of their men. He looks to me in a shock state and before he could say anything the cargo ship he came from explodes, he looks from his shoulders to the ball of fire and you can see 1 drone coming towards our ship and another sending another missile in his ship. It was a perfect strike, i deliver an knee to his nose while i scream
“You little shit, you think you could take my prey, my woman or enter my ship without any repercussions?!”
Not letting him speak even a single word i start delivering nasty blows, stomping his chest following with a kick in his chin, drop to the ground pinning him down, and sending elbow to his nose, a punch to chin and repeating this 2 movement combo no more than 8 times.
His face was destroyed, his nose is now flat to the skull, and his chin is broken in at least 5 places, not even mentioning his broken teeths and his gum have so many cuts that the bleeding makes him choke with the blood. I lift up and command my mens to pick him up and don’t let him die, picking my towel and cleaning from my hand the blood from its body, Pazel stands in front of me with a proud look on his face.
“Sir we want that we torture him or are you gonna do it?” he asks with his shining eyes not holding the smile.
“Leave him to me, i have a great idea of what to do with him.” replied and headed to the shower. I dropped to the floor where there was the blood and guts of 300 Siberian scum, so disgusting.
The men looked at me proudly as that was something cool or maybe another thing of such kind. Either way, i told them to clean the deck and make sure there is neither a single piece of the russians in this ship. After my shower, all the men waited for me in the deck, 85 infantrymen using the most advanced RATNIK armor.
“Now our plan is simple, we use our new opportunity to take each nuclear warhead to us. Russia now is the greatest threat to the rest of the world since they killed a UN officeman. Now it’s the time to use this golden opportunity!” After this little speech i see them all start to cheer up and Pazel asks so i can send the mens to the action.
I just nod and 85 infantrymen run to the HEMTT and start to depart from the ship, all of the vehicles already have the information in a map where to go, and each soldier was already chosen, and not only the infantry but pilots, mechanics and other auxiliary forces are already inside each truck, i go with Pazel inside the headquarters to watch each men, drones are set to skirmish and escort respective vehicles. Pazel looks at me anxiously while one after another disappears in the ruined city.
The vehicles make their way through the city, they’ll take at least 3 days to take every nuclear warhead and bring them back. We have hope that since this nation doesn't have any electricity, the path to the weapons and vault will not be so hard to invade.
But now we have other things to take care of.
“Pazel, you take care of them and if something happens call me” i say to pazel as him nod and start to answer and work with his soldiers, taking notes and giving a lecture for each one of them about how to survive in this kind of situation, battle tactics and the possibles threats.
Strolling around the ship, heading to my bedroom i go with all the piece in my mind, this mission isn’t as the others, even easier than the last now that they had been gifted with high grade scapegoats, but something feels uncertain, in a flash of thought i could see… in a urban zone our mercenaries being overwhelmed, tanks and missiles giving them hell. i could only watch in the HQ while they headed out to where i was hiding… this chilled me to the bone. Is this a vision granted by our lord to me?
I almost fainted, holding onto a wall so i couldn’t fall, breathing rhythmically to get my blood pressure back, my vision darkened and became numb. After no more than 5 minutes i was back to my good posture, with now more questions than answers i entered my room and tried to sleep so i could rearrange my thoughts and reasoning.