In the south of the American continent, five hundred kilometers from Argentina, lie the Falkland Islands, also known as Islas Malvinas. The archipelago was discovered in the 16th century. In 1760, the French began to colonize it. Throughout the 18th century, France, Spain and England fought over the area.
In 1816, the nascent republic of the United Provinces of the River Plate claimed the islands for itself. Colonization began four years later, and in 1829, the military command installed in the region clashed with the British, who expelled the Argentinians in 1833. The archipelago of 200 islands remained an area of constant conflict between the two nations. The Argentinians never stopped claiming the territory for themselves.
Between April 2 and June 14, 1982, the Argentine military, under the orders of dictator Leopoldo Galtieri, invaded the Falkland Islands. British Prime Minister Margaret Tatcher sent a huge number of soldiers to repel the invasion. Once again, Argentina tried to take possession of the archipelago, but failed miserably.
The Argentine government has never recognized British possession. In 1999, geological studies revealed rich reserves of oil and natural gas. This led subsequent governments to continue pressuring international bodies to cede the territory to Argentina, without success at international level.
The fact is that the Falklands remained under UK rule, with its coastline of cliffs and penguins, and its plains full of woolly sheep. What few people know is that the archipelago is home to an MI6 outpost, in constant collaboration with the CIA. The Latin American espionage operations section is one of the most active.
When the Anglo-American Alliance was formed, joint actions between the two superpowers intensified.
At its headquarters in the East Falklands, the Section had three agents. Director Cadfan Bleddyn, a Welshman almost two meters tall, was the host. He was a big man, a redhead with a freckled face and nicotine-yellowed teeth. He smoked his cigar like a chimney. He sat on the edge of the table and loosened his tie. He felt hot.
"It won't be an easy mission. If I had to give you personal advice, I'd say give up. But that's against the rules, and I'd be arrested for inciting desertion."
In front of him, the woman in the dark dress licked her red lips and crossed her legs. Her white thighs had never looked so smooth and attractive.
"Director Bleddyn, please, I'm so frightened by this situation. The government shouldn't send a little lady like me to the battlefield, should they?"
The director wiped his flat forehead with the back of his hand. He moved his cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other. He smoothed the wedding ring on his ring finger. He was tired of that office, full of bureaucracy and busy men. He wanted to go back to Llanduno, his wife had refused to come with their children. He couldn't stand forced chastity any longer.
"Countess Bloody Mary, I never wished to see you in such a situation. I think you'd be better off in a cottage, but it's Your Royal Majesty's orders."
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Arcenoux LeBlanc also felt hot. He removed his hat from his head and leaned forward.
"Excuse moi, sir, je still can't believe what je heard. The Anglo-American Alliance wants us to be sent to a clandestine fighting tournament dans Ilu Nla, and hack the defense systems of Ojwang's underground laboratories. Is that serious, or did quelqu'un jongler that joke would be farce?"
The man standing behind him, with heavy steps, approached and stood in profile between the director and the others. The cyborg spoke, methodically:
"Mr. Arcenoux LeBlanc, Ilu Nla has developed an unprecedented industrial and technological complex in twenty years. There is no plausible explanation for this. This technology must be investigated and appropriated before it becomes a threat to us."
"Wow, qui's the future exterminator here?"
"My name is Eniac II, I am a cyborg supersoldier with an enhanced body. My goal is to serve the interests of the United States of America…"
"I amener that dos, vous're more aimer screw-on head."
The countess rolled her eyes; the whole thing bored her. Based on what had been agreed between her and the British government, she would have to spend a month of forced interaction with the team, and only then would she go to Africa, the place she hated most in the world.
"Doesn't that sound a bit risky and threatening, Director Bleddyn?"
"What I can suggest is that you enjoy your stay, Ilu Nla is a beautiful place. You're dismissed, get to know each other better. You'll have a month to prepare. Madame, gentlemen, I must remind you that mistakes will not be tolerated."
Bleddyn dismissed the trio. After the guests had left, he sat down in his armchair. He put out his cigar and lit another. He took a drag and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. His wife, before coming to the Falklands, had wished him dead of lung cancer. It was that kind of pampering that made him want to go back to Wales.
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After the previous fight, there was a delay in the holoprojection. The last fight took a while to be announced. Despite this, both Eniac II and Nyatui were already on their feet. They walked facing each other. When the fight between the two was announced, they were already inside the ring of the Grand Arena.
His machine side had been programmed to take action, but his human side wanted to fight. Eniac II was conflicted about what to do. He didn't want to die without leaving one last memory in the world. He no longer existed, so staying a little longer or a little shorter wouldn't make any difference.
Under muscle spasms, and with his cybernetic muscles twitching under his artificial skin, he approached his opponent. Contrary to the expectations of the medium and the spectators, he knelt epileptically on the floor. In a guttural voice, in two different tones, he said:
"Run away… while there's still time…"
"What kind of dirty trick is that?"
"It's not a trick, Mr. Nyatui… I have a tactical warhead inside my body. I'm trying to contain the bomb's detonation with my willpower alone. The programming is stronger than me, if you want to save yourself and your friends, leave now…"
Everything was fast. Everything went by in milliseconds. Nyatui modeled his Axé spear, cut through the walls of the place and fell on his companions, trying to protect them. The trio of ambushers joined forces to form an Axé barrier. General Luena came out of his secret room, trying to escape the explosion.
After all this, the room froze in a flash of light, hot and radioactive. The audience, ignorant of everything that was happening, had no time to react. Their bodies were incinerated by the atomic cloud formed by Eniac II's explosion. It had been prepared as a diversion, but it had become a genocide.
The detonation opened a crater on the surface of the city, right in the middle of a busy avenue. Citizens and residents nearby were caught in the blast and met the same end.
General Luena crawled out from under the rubble. With difficulty, he stood up. She looked around. Everything she was proud of had been destroyed. Only ruin and dust remained. Before she could process what she was seeing, she saw three people standing up in the midst of the destruction. She narrowed her eyes in disbelief.
"It's him, the bastard! But how is that possible? Never mind, I'll take his head on a silver platter to President Ojwang."
Activating her Axé-Core, she activated her Greatness Alteration and became invisible. She would attack sneakily, quickly and without allowing her victim a chance to defend themselves.