Tina is sitting pretty on a futuristic chair. Also comfortably if I might add, with her legs resting on the smooth yet firm desk. She is watching the news, arms resting atop each other. A focused look on Tina’s face.
"Hey have you heard of this Digital Dollar”? Tina says, eyes still on the news reporting through the television.
“Yea, they’re still working on the Digital Dollar huh, last I heard of it is when it was being proposed.” Zonoah is clicking away on a computer if front of him.
“They’re saying it got hacked again.” Tina shifts her attention to Zonoah.
“I don’t think you can make anything digital totally unhackable. However you cannot disregard that its still the future.”
“What do you mean?” Tina questions.
“First off I want to say ‘Everything can be hacked… and everyone.’ in the words of Sombra from Overwatch.” Zonoah says eyes closed, pointer finger pointing upwards. “Knowing this we should still do as much as we can. The future is who has the power to generate the currency. A problem I want to mention is that once digital currency is set in motion, a minority of people will want to hack their way to the top. It will be up to the police to stop these people. If we go this way then I want to say, we need to make the nation a safer place for them by implementing gun control because even though I say minority, big groups will go to war to hack the currency for themselves. Digital Dollar means new problems.”
“Wow the future is kinda scary.” Tina says shivering a little.
“Another route I wanna mention is if we just stay here, where we don’t dethrone king cash, in balance between money, and current gun control.” Zonoah says arms on his head. “I just wish there was way more money to go around.” Zonoah arms spread out wide from the statement.
Tina is silent. In part awe at the analysis of Zonoah.
“Come on we’ve got another facility to take down.” Zonoah grabs his coat hanging on the back of his chair. A pep in his step. He swaggers down the hall. Tina following behind, a hand on her hat.
They meet in the debriefing room. The room is filled to brim with staff. Clint Abad is here too. Together they surround a digital table that is projecting a map of Mars.
“What on the table this time.” Zonoah starts with.
A staff member informs them on the situation. “Operation nicknamed Waterwheel. You are to take over this water production facility.” The staff member points and zooms in on the location on Mars. Its location is the northern part of Mars.
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“Better take ten times as many with reinforcements on standby.” Said Tina.
“Standard procedure.” Zonoah rests his hands on the table. “Whos this?” Zonoah points to a dossier about a particular person.
“Petya Morozov, hes taken a trinity vial we know this because our spies in the European influence have reported so. Here is his file.” The male staff member hands Zonoah the dossier report.
Zonoah quickly gives it a read over. “32 years old. A rough looking guy from the looks of it. Do we know his ability?”
“No sir, this is all we have on him.” The reporting staff member says.
“Too bad. Alright lets move Tina.” Zonoah eagerly says.
“Right behind you.” Tina follows suit.
They go to retrieve their gear. Killing lightsword, trusty lightshield, accurate phaser rifle, and good old m4a4. A couple of grenades and flashbangs to go along with it. Together they make a deadly combination.
Once deployed at the water facility, Zonoah and his battalion make their move with overwhelming odds.
The facility is just a fenced off facility, not intended for engagements of war. They enter from multiple entrances, cutting off their escape.
Zonoah’s group enter the facility encountering security at the front gate. “Hey you guys cannot come in here!” The black security guard says paleing from Zonoah’s armed entourage. He doesn’t even pull out his gun holstered on his hip.
Zonoah personally moves to handcuff him. Aproaching with glowing lightshield in hand. “Hands behind your head. Don’t go for your gun.”
“Whatever man, don’t get paid enough for this.” The man of African descent currently being handcuffed says.
The group catch another security guard, and a group of workers throughout the facility.
After rounding up the prisoners outside for “Worker Conversion”. Zonoah receives an important radio from his squad.
“We’re underfire here! We’ve got enemy infantry from the European Influence here, requesting backup!.”
“We better head over Tina.” Zonoah rushes.
Tina agrees. “Mm, Yea.”
“Check your gear, we’re going back into the facility.” Clint abad says.
“Check your gear, check your gear.” The Dark say whimsically.
The group hurries back to find their teammates under fire. “We’re pinned down over here!” A female soldier says directly under cover behind some water machinery. Definitely feeling the pressure from the enemies.
Two enemies behind the opposite machinery, one behind a column, and more in the hallway.
Zonoah group enters from their adjacent hallway. “I’m gonna move in a straight line ok Tina, guys?” Zonoah says hurriedly, as if eager for battle.
“Ok, we got your back.” Clint says.
Zonoah pushes forward with killing lightsword, trusty lightshield in hand, and the squad relieves the pressure over their allies.
Tina firing overhead of Zonoah as he rushes to the enemy.
Zonoah’s trusty lightshield recieves enemy fire but hardly slows him down as he blitzes forward.
The man takes on the two enemies behind the opposite water machinery. Stabbing from behind his lightshield, the enemies just don’t know what to do against Zonoah. The aged man thrusts into both of them with his killing lightsword as they cower back.
Someone from the squad takes out the adversary behind the column as they focus their fire on the enemy hallway.
Suddenly the enemy wise up, a brave man kneels in the adjacent hallway, and shoots an RPG at Zonoah.
Zonoah dodges, but recieves friendly fire in the back.
The rocket propelled grenade hit Tina and the squad in the hallway. To makes matters worse Petya Morozov shows up at the entrance.