Location: Native Territories of Deseret, Tucson
Date: February 24th, 1995
Time: 3:25 am
“Any available patrol units around the Tucson Downtown and Fairgrounds, Respond.”
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“This is MP Patrol Unit Echo-42, responding”
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“Ujaraq Cowessess has been reportedly gone missing by his mother as he failed to come back home before curfew, he’s mother has provided the pathway of which he takes to go to work and back home, Street 482 to Street 182, report back if unable to track Ujaraq”
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“Affirmative, Inbound”
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In the quiet and desolate streets of Tucson, an Humvee drove slowly across the dreaded streets with its headlights turned on and the LEDs shining a bright blue light. Within the Vehicle layed two Military Police Officers on patrol duty, their patrol unit was assigned to look for a man that has failed to report back home before curfew.
The two MP officers looked around the street with eyes tracking the secluded streets or within the damped windows of the countless buildings around them. They have stoic impressions on their faces as they look around to see any clue of sorts or anyone outside during curfew.
The one in the passages seat had one of he’s arms down to he’s pistol holster to pull it out the moment he spots someone out in the open, of course the driver took notice of this but kept quiet as he practically didn’t see a problem with it.
As they passed by into a new street, the MP in the passenger seat spoke in a cold tone. “Officer Neal”
“Officer Gladwin” The driver seemly emotionlessly answered back.
“Heard the results of the second offensive into Washington?” Asked Gladwin
Neal was silent as he took a minute to look around the road infront of him once more before giving an answer. “I doubt it would’ve been different from last time”
Gladwin just nods he’s head slowly. “This fucking useless war, they tried once and they failed pathetically, they tried again and they almost lost the front.” He said with a low growl on he’s tone. “When will they learn that American Democracy is just a useless concept that’d only bring sufferment to Humanity and end this stupid war they began”
Neal just shook he’s head. “Simply leaded by deluded old men who simply miss the old years of the United States”
Gladwin was about to make a comment until he felt a glare upon he’s direction, knowing it was from the driver and most likely doing it so he could shut up, he promptly kept he’s mouth shut.
The Second American Civil, or the Second American Revolutionary War. Has been raging on for a bitter part of a year, the casualties had already reached to the Millions and it’s a point where both sides couldn’t back down, even the promised negotiations by the considerably softer side of the Military Cabinet broke down when the Neo-Revolutionary’s demanded to much that swayed away from the geopolitical goals of the Military Junta and to an insult to MacArthur’s dream.
There was never a day where the Soldiers of the Military Junta of North America ever took their guard down, even the Soldiers assigned in the Natives Territory of Deseret didn’t leave their posts to put down these American Republicans, orders were orders, they were ordered to stay in Deseret in the worst case scenario that the Military Junta falls apart by the Neo-Revolutionary’s.
Of course it was no stranger to both MP’s in the vehicle that both had some form of experience of Neo-Revolutionary’s of some kind that trespassed into Deseret. Wether it’d be a hostage situation or a skirmish, it was practically getting more and more irritating each time it happened again and again.
This same feeling was being felt at that very moment, as both felt that Uharaq was in some kind of hostage situation in some secluded building just for the Neo-Revolutionary to kill either way or some disgruntled soldier that was in the opposing side against the Military Junta had snuck across Deseret it’s way to Tucson and the Native American was it’s first victim.
While it could argued as they were jumping the gun too quickly, both had to be vigilant and to be prepared at any cost. And they certainly didn’t want to get comfortable with the feeling as they felt they’d get too sloppy to get anything effective.
As they crossed another street, MP Gladwin heard something audible but couldn’t pin point where. Suspecting this has something to do with the missing civilian, he then rose up he’s hand to Neal who promptly stopped the Hunvee and shut off it’s engine but kept the lights on. As the sound of the engine snuffled away, they heard it much clearer..and it the sound they heard confused them.
What they heard was..moaning? Groaning? It sounded from a female who was being pleasured as it slammed against something. Both MP’s looked at each with absolute disgust and scowls on their faces, if this what they had to deal with then they would’ve wished they had to hunt down an armed Neo-Revolutionary instead.
Neal turned the lights to a red and blue mix as both got of the vehicle and slowly shutting it door quietly as they could and began to slowly enter alleyway to where the sounds of disgusting pleasures could be heard even, both still had looks of disgust until both heard a certain sound.
It was a sound of a male struggling or close to that of suffocating, their faces of disgust and stoic immediately turned serious as they realized that the man in question wasn’t having willing intercourse, he was being raped.
Almost immediately both MP’s took off their pistols from their respective holster’s, took off the safety and immediately began to rush into the alleyway at fast as possible. Gladwin was the first to reach the end of the alleyway to which he turned the corner.
“Free-“ He didn’t even finished he’s word before he got jumped by some women who knocked away he’s weapon as he fell into the ground, the women then attempted to bring its face closer to hers but the officer fought back against by immediately punching her in the face and placing one hand to constantly push her away.
The driver then aimed its iron sights toward the women who had jumped Gladwin, until he heard another pair of footsteps, it didn’t take long for him to know that another one was going to jump him, so without any hesitation or care, he turned the pistol toward the direction of where the footsteps was heard, and fired.
Three consecutive shots was heard, those three bullets then went through the air, those three bullets then entered the front skull of the women whom promptly left from the back of her head. She then fall face first into the ground as blood began to bleed out from her head.
Two loud gasps could be heard, one of gasps came from the exact same women who had jumped onto Gladwin, taking advantage of her current state of surprising shock, the MP reached out for he’s pistol on the ground and immediately pulled the trigger when the gun was pointed at her head.
Two shots came out of the gun as the bullets met their targets head as the female fell backwards. Gladwin stood up and began to unload he’s entire magazine into the female, shooting the head over and over again, even as the magazine was out of bullets, as Gladwin kept pressing the trigger.
Neal once more shook he’s head as he passed by the dead body he shot and made he’s way toward the third suspect as, in the most disgusting and most accurate way possible. She was sitting on top of Ujaraq, both being completely naked to the absolute brimn, with the difference being that the female was sweating profusely due to how much he had raped the man, and she had..tears forming in her eyes as she had her hands on her mouth from shock. A foreigner was the most likely answer.
But as he then diverted he’s attention to the missing civilian, he immediately notice something wrong with the man. Ujaraq was deathly pale, while Neal was no means a medical expert of any means, but throughout he’s 30 years of service in the Military Junta, he knew that people only go pale when they have lost a huge tremendous amount of blood, yet. There was no blood anywhere around the victim, it was almost like, she was somehow able to poison him.
The MP then balled its free hand into a fist when he finally made the distance to the whore, and she didn’t even acknowledge that he was now infront of him due to most likely still being in shock, but that immediately knocked out as the fist made direct contact to her face to which she fell over and finally getting of the victim.
Gladwin, who now put in a fresh new magazine into he’s pistol, now walking to Neal as he himself then crouched down into Ujaraq who seemed like he was having difficulty breathing. The women groaned in whimpered in pain while sniffing her tears, this got the attention of Gladwin who had nothing more than an pissed off scowl on its face, he then placed the pistol back into he’s holster and pulled out it’s baton and walked over to the lady who was now beginning raise up its head to be immediately kicked by Gladwin as she then fell once more into the ground.
The MP then force the women down with he’s foot on her back as he went and forcefully grabbed the women’s arms and began to cuff them, she of course initially tried to resist but a hit from the baton stopped her resistance as the MP was able to cuff her with her hands behind her.
While Gladwin was dealing with the female suspect, Neal was checking on the victim to try to figure out what was wrong with him, he couldn’t spot any holes within its body to indicate on why he was pale and he looked like he was hyperventilating, which this was the first case he ever seen one do so as, this never happened after 1962.
Neal then picked up he’s hand held radio and immediately contacted command. “Command , we have a victim in critical condition, I repeat, we have a civilian in critical condition, requesting immediate medical attention in Street 261” He said with a calm but stern undertone.
There was a pause before he received confirmation. “Affirmative, a medical team will be sent shorty, standby”
As Neal placed the handheld radio back into he’s holster, Gladwin then knees down to Ujaraq with he’s baton still on he’s hand as also has a confused expression on he’s face as he also unsure on how to handle with the situation. The two were there is silence as they were wondering what they could do to help, as while the Plutonium from the nukes has effectively pushed out most positive emotion in them, that didn’t necessarily mean they didn’t care to some extent.
But, much to the annoyance two the MP’s, more specifically Gladwin, the women was still squirming and whimpering while the noticeably cries coming from her. The shackles of the cuffs can be heard as she desperately tries to get them off with no success.
Gladwin was just about to yell at her before he was interrupted by her saying something inbetween her sobs “W-W-Why did y-you kill them?! T-t-they d-id n-nothing wrong! They si-simply were l-looking for a h-husband!”
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Both MP’s then stared directly at her, if she was able to move, she would’ve stepped back ten feet as soon as the their glares reached her very eyes. Neal just had a face of utter disgust and bafflement, what she said was nothing more than a mere joke to him. That they didn’t do anything wrong? Who are they trying to fool?
Gladwin didn’t have the same thought process as Neal, no. When he heard those words come out of the women’s mouth, he gritted he’s teeth and growled. Who the fuck does she think she is? That she wasn’t doing anything wrong? This piece of shit most likely poisoned this victim for her own degenerate satisfaction. No, that was some sick joke from the Neo-Revolutionary.
One look at Ujaraq was enough to tell that he was poisoned by this fucker, the probability of the medical team reaching in time was low, the way he was hyperventilating was sever that he was most likely gonna die. He was gonna die before he could’ve achieved something, he didn’t care if didn’t join the military or not, he could’ve another Native American who were able to enjoy what good that was left in this rotten world…and this bitch was gonna take it all away, all away for some disgusting joke of wanting a husband and wanting to bring back the same system that almost ended the world.
Gladwin then stood firm and turned around to look the Women in the ground straight in the eyes being slowly walking up to her with he’s baton raising up. “You fucking Neo-Revolutionary Whore” He growled out.
The women was only able to turn slightly and went into complete fear when she saw the glare of death when the baton made contact with her face.
The MP began to bash her with he’s baton constantly, wether it’d be on the head, torso, legs, arms. It didn’t matter, he kept hitting her and hitting her more and more. Blood began to spew out from her mouth as the intensity of the hits from the metallic baton was increasing more and more as the more anger he put into it.
The women made an attempt to look at Neal with the most apologetic eyes and with hope he’d come and stop this maniac from killing her, but instead she was met with Neal’s cold dead eyes as he stared right into her very soul. He didn’t care if Gladwin became mercifully or not, he just wanted her gone just as Gladwin.
The MP who was beating her up with baton momentarily stopped to look at her once more in the eyes, she was gargling out blood and was in pain, he knew this by the eyes alone. He then raised up he’s baton once more and with all of he’s strength, he aimed directly in the head once more.
With that final hit was what led to her light finally being knocked out. When the MP retracted he’s baton back into place. He could see that the body was no longer whimpering or squirming as before, she was dead, but to make sure it stayed that way. He pulled out its pistol form its holster and aimed at the head and fired a single shot before putting he’s weapon back into place.
Neal only mimicked a sigh after Gladwin had its fun to the fucking bitch. He didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for her, she did something to this man when it was most likely she got rejected and went mad over it. Of course it was still strange to see a foreigner of all places here, but that would either be answered later, or not at all.
He then heard loud coughs coming from Ujaraq, he looked down to him and, to he’s surprise he’s pale skin was reverting back to normal, he’s hyperventilating was slowly stopping?
He wasn’t the first one to notice as Gladwin also took notice and equally had a same expression of confusion on its face as he didn’t know what caused it. Why was he suddenly getting better.
Ujaraq hyperventilating and coughing then stopped, he skin was now back to seemingly normal. But also stopped moving, carefully Neal went and placed he’s head near the victims heart.
A singular beat could be heard. He was still alive.
Neal then pulled he’s head back while standing up and looked up to Gladwin and nods in confirmation that he was still alive. Gladwin just simply nods as he seemly looks lost in complete thought. Neal was too as he began to rubs he’s hands on he’s eyes as to understand what just happened this past 10 minutes.
“Wait…what the fuck?” Gladwin muttered.
Wondering what Gladwin was speaking about, he retracted he’s hands from he’s face and looked at what Gladwin was looking and..he finally realized what the women looked liked.
She had two purple animal like horns on the top of her head, she had.. purple wings coming out from the back of body and..a purple tail? She had a tail as well? He looked at the other two corpses they had to get rid off, it was the exact same case.
Neal was completely flabbergasted when he saw this, he could only imagine Gladwin was also in similar state of confusion as he went to and placed he’s hand on one of the wings and began to shake it to see if their real or not. And they were real.
The now apparent question that came across their minds were. How the living fuck did they not notice this at all, it looked very clear and most seemly had that the entire time and yet they never took note of it. But the other logical conclusion would be that they were used to..not seeing extra body structures that their brains never processed it until just now.
But none of this made sense, nothing made fucking sense. Just, how the fuck did they come from? Where they in hibernation of some kind? Were their kind some form of isolationist society, these question came in almost as a Humvee ramming into a wall of bricks.
But the those thought process was shattered upon hearing a blaring loud siren, the medical team had arrived, and now they now were going see these corpses as well.
Only one thought came across Neal at that very moment.
‘How the fuck am I going to explain to this to Command..?’
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Time: 4:00 am
“This is a message to all soldiers within boundaries of Tucson, under immediate effect. The city will be effectively place under martial law. A detachment of the Black League will be entering the city in the morning, procedures will be ordered after they arrive at the city.”
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“CODE MUTANTEM HAS BEEN ACTIVATED, THIS IS NOT A TEST”
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Location: National Technocratic State of Brazil, ????
Date: ?????, ???? , 1993
Time: ?????
“I fail to see the importance of this information Miss”
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“Listen, I really do not understand how bones that look different yet look similar to humanity from the past would be any relevance to this current day of time.”
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“Ma’am, I would sincerely recommend to not focus your time and effort on such outlandish and foolish theories, and I do not believe that goes with the line of work with your government”
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“No, my gas mask does not muffle my hearing and can you explain what satellite is? It sounds to appear to be a waste of resources.”
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“…this is what your government is wants?”
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“What a waste..”
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Location: Native Territories of Deseret, Tucson
Date: February 24th, 1995
Time: 9:30 am
"CODE MUTANTEM HAS BEEN ACTIVATED, THIS IS NOT A TEST"
The same lines from Command still rang through the minds of both MP’s as they sit in their vehicle in complete utter silence as they simply wait for new orders to come out.
The two of them were going to speak with a high ranking soldier from the Black Guard so they relay the information back to command. Why? The two were the first to engage and dispose of the targets that caused this sudden lockdown.
They weren’t afraid, not even in the slightest, but they were severely confused with the whole ordeal, first they were called in to find a man who hadn’t gone home, found the man getting raped and poisoned by three women, killed the said three women and after a mere minutes of killing them did Ujaraq somehow made whatever poison he had in its system to just stop and when looking at another glance of the three women, that they finally see what they truly look like.
This was truly the first time that both were just, confused. Nothing in their training during their training could’ve ever be prepared for this, especially when it came with mutant forms.
And that was another issue that the MP’s can’t fathom over, ever sense 1962, when doomsday occurred its wrath within the surface of the planet and changing earths path to its darken surface where the sun is no longer visible to the life of earth and even after the two long years of the dark days, there was not a single recorded incident of a actual body mutation.
The only form of mutation that ever occurred after the bombs was plutonium 115. Plutonium 115 was a ‘special’ substance that the Soviets discovered either within the cold lands of Siberia or deserts of the Steppes. Whatever the case, it was the same substance used in the Soviet nukes when doomsday hit, that substance was meant to give off a radiation that would kill anyone alive within a couple hours or just mere minutes. It was meant to completely annihilate the enemies of the USSR and give a pathway of Utopian Communism.
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It didn’t do that, as while the substance by itself is very deadly, but with the taking account of mixing a few other chemicals, uranium-235 and plutonium-239. It did the exact opposite effect of what the Soviet’s. Or rather now, Eurasian’s, intended for it to happen.
Instead of killing or making them suffer, it changed them internally, the specifics? It was like being reminded of what happened ever since that day, the plutonium changed humanity. Humans were able to age longer, they could go on without eating or drinking for an extended periods of time, chances of getting sick was less, and they were stronger than they looked. But it never always have positive effects, the plutonium also slightly oppressed their emotions, not entirely but there is always a noticeable lack of positivity than there is, but only when looking at closely.
Only that the effects were significantly more noticeable in the North American continent, because as mutual assured destruction was said, the Soviets had the North American be nuked after nuked, if he were to guess on why the Soviets nuked the North American continent so much was because they feared a resurgence of the eagle.
Instead of killing the eagle and North America, they had made people living in those change fundamentally more than the rest world. So much so that others don’t consider them as even human beings anymore or even considered roaming corpses by some.
But even with that all in mind, they still had the appearance of a regular human, while yes their lack of regular emotion of a normal human being was to take note off. They didn’t suffer through any body mutations that made them grow extra limbs.
Yet, just today they discovered three females that fits the description of a mutant, yet it’s mind boggling on what the type mutations was and the very specifics on which part was mutated.
Adding the foremention mutations of the counter, they only had horns, some kind of wings, and some weird shaped tail. But what he also didn’t anticipate on the very clear and very explicit on the chest and on rear end. Which led to one question.
Why? What purpose does this serve? Was it suppose to make anyone attracted to it? If so, then it failed in that one task alone as both MP’s didn’t even notice it until they were dead in the ground.
It’s makes Neal think that instead of this being an actual mutation from the bombs, that it was actually created by some disgusting Brazilian scientist who had too much interest in women that whoever they are made it so. Which also leads to how wasteful of time they did on making these…mockery’s as whoever made them must’ve made them incredibly retarded. Just who in their right mind just rapes a man in a alley without seemly a plan to go forward.
Neal just takes out he’s cap and puts he’s hand on top as he just shakes he’s head. The same could be said to Gladwin who has its gloved two fingers on he’s forehead while just completely lost in he’s own thoughts.
But that’s when a Black Humvee with a man holding a turret on the top bend the corner as it entered the vincitity of the street infront of them. This caused both MP officers to immediately organize themselves to firm themselves in their seat.
When the black Humvee stopped infront of the MP’s Humvee and the soldier on the top then motioned them both to step outside their vehicle, both MP’s complied as they soon got off their vehicle and stood infront of their own vehicle with their hands behind their back, they looked at the Humvee infront of them as the doors of the vehicle opened.
Two soldiers of the Black Guard stepped out of the front seats revealing themselves to being shown a bluish and black themed clothing along side their armor with their assault rifles in hand. The back doors then revealed another soldier who was also wearing a mask and was holding a shotgun, the other soldier didn’t had a mask nor had a weapon. The weaponless man then looked at the pair of MP’s as he made he’s way toward them. The MP’s took once glimpse of he’s rank and stood stern.
When the massless soldier was infront of the two MP’s, both were first to salute to him, and in exchange he and the other Black Guard Soldiers also saluted back. Then they retracted their arms back to an idle position as the BG Soldier infront of them spoke up.
“Officer Neal, Officer Gladwin.” He questioned with a dry stern tone to which both MP’s nod in confirmation to their names. “Good” He then began. “I am Sargent Atwood from the Black Guard Division of Deseret, due to a unique interaction of toward three Neo-Revolutionary’s and due to the nature of what they look like, you two will be under immediate questioning and you are required to answer our question with the best of to your ability. Is that understood?” He asked narrowing he’s eyes upon the two MP’s.
“Yes Sir” They both said in stoic unison.
The BG Sargent then looked at them both carefully to see if they looked uncertain or even hesitate in the slightest. But seeing that both Neal and Gladwin remained completely expressionless, he stopped looking at them for a minute to look back at he’s driver who simply put up a thumbs up while he’s other hand was holding the radio. To which he directed he’s attention back to the two MP’s. “When was the report of the missing person made?”
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Location: Military Junta of North America (Kansas Sector), Kansas City.
Time: 12:00 pm.
“This is complete bullshit! We are not Neo-Revolut-“ But before the civilian could even finish he’s sentence, a singular hit in the jaw from the metallic baton shut him up rather quickly.
“Silence” Was the only word that was dryly muttered from a soldier from the Riot Control Division. He returned a hateful glare at the soldier but kept he’s mouth shut as he was promptly dragged away by other members of the RCD.
Their objective was straight forward, this abandoned five story apartment complex was under heavy suspicion of either housing Neo-Revolutionary’s or a temporary safe house to record the Juntas move. Under order of RCD Commander Brent and approval of General Herman, A 2 squads of 10 soldiers each fitted to top to bottom with armor were to storm the complex and arrest everyone so for they can be identified. If they were a simple civilian, they’ll be released, if they were found guilty of any kind of evidence the RCD has collected.
They’ll be executed on the spot, no exceptions.
While in some cases it would be preferable to keep them alive for more information or make them give up more hideouts. It would inevitably become a detriment later on as they would need to keep them alive because they would become valuable as time digressed. So the General of the sector made the temporary order to execute any traitor when found guilty under a quick military court or if evidence is found when any traitors is still in the perimeter.
Usually it’s mostly the latter that occurs most of the time.
Sargent Ewart simply looked at the now docile hallway as any occupants that was in any room was now getting themselves dragged out. Of course, they are still yet to check the last floor, the floor that was still under construction. The Sargent was slightly debriefed on the 5th floor, apparently it only has two rooms as the others are either in complete disrepair or it’s completely exposed to the outside.
So to him, only two soldiers would suffice to secure the entirety of the fifth floor. Sargent Ewart then turned to the four RCD that still remained in the hallway, upon randomly spotting soldiers within he’s eyesight, he immediately called them. “Private Farley, Private Bryson.” He said in a authoritative cold but calm tone.
The two RCD soldiers whom he called immediately redirected their complete attention to the Sargent by turning to he’s current position and raising their right arm and saluting to him, one he gave a salute back to them.
They put down their arm down and the Sargent spoke once more to the two Privates. “Clear the top floor, if anyone is up there detain them, if you find any evidence of them cooperating with the Neo-Revolutionary’s, execute them on the spot”
“Affirmative sir” Both said in monotone voice as they both moved to the stairwell and made their way up the stairs. Ewart then looked at the other two soldiers still with him and he then motioned them with he’s gloved hand down the staircase, they both courtly nod their heads and made their way down the stairs.
As the two RDC’s went down the stairs, the Sargent then went and began followed them down as well until he stopped and momentarily looked up to hear the steps on top were still moving. With that in mind he made he’s way down the steps.
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The two RDC Privates have made their way up to the final floor and, it fit the description of what the upper building look liked, a building that was certainly unfinished as some parts of the entrance still had rot in them, and it seemly looks like no one has been here for decades, but orders were orders.
The two soldiers then promptly slowly marched their way through the desolate upper floor, each step made a creek on the wood board but they digressed further, all the rooms weren’t rooms worth to check thoroughly as it either had the entire ceiling collapsed in the room or just, riddled with garbage.
But then they came across one of the two that actually had a door, but compared to the others in the abandoned apartment, this one looks like it was there from the very beginning, never replaced and kept. Private Farley then went moved in front of the door to kick it open as Bryson remained to the side of the door.
They waited for any form of movement or sounds from the other side of the door.
They didn’t hear anything from the room.
Not wanting to prolong any more time or wanting to give any time for anybody in the other side to make a move, the private kicked down the door in one kick as it fell forward into the room and he went in along with the other private.
When they entered the room, it was dark, not dark enough that they can’t see but, dark than most other places, Bryson then pulled out it’s flashlight and Farley followed suit and shined into the room.
It was what appeared to be a simple living room with most basic needs gone, such as a sink or a kitchen. But it did however appear to be a one man operating zone. If the large stacks of documents on the table, papers scattered everywhere and a radio on the side were to indicate anything, this was a Neo-Revolutionary information outpost.
“Check the documents and the papers for Neo-Revolutionary behavior” Was all Farley said to the other private in a almost robotic tone to the other private who only just went to the desk and began to ruffle through them.
As Bryson began to look at the things in place on the table, Farley got he’s attention else where at another door, most likely a closet of sorts or just a unfinished bathroom, as the bedroom was intertwined with he’s base of operation as he spotted just a mattress on the side.
As he slowly approached the door ready to open it wide open, he then heard Bryson say something as he placed a document down in a tone of pure spite “Neo-Revolutionary confirmed, eliminate the traitor”
Farley then immediately put away he’s baton in favor of he’s pistol as he pointed it toward the door while the other Private proceed do the exact same thing Farley did. The RCD soldier waited for a minute until he grabbed the knob and pulled on the door to reveal what was inside.
What he saw in the small room wasn’t even a surprise in the slightest. Inside is what remained of a man laying back in a chair with its front face blown off by a shotgun blast. And looking at what the hands of man revealed that he was holding a Shawed-off shotgun.
The Private simply walked slowly to the corpse as he’s eyes darted around the closet to see the gun was connected to anything, a booby trap of sorts. But nothing came.
Now being secured that there wasn’t any booby traps, he then calmly went and took the shotgun away from the corpses hands and simply pulled down the barrel to see if it was empty.
It had another shell in there.
This made Private..somewhat baffled. If there was another shell, that meant he had more in storage in this closet, and to confirm this he went into the pockets of the deceased man and pulled out more shells.
Next he went and move the corpse and the chair as he made he’s way through the small room founding anything else, he found a revolver, a Neo-Revolution Standard issue, and inside the wardrobe he found a M14 with a scope attached to it and beside the weapon was two magazines that were fully loaded a carton of rounds.
Now Farley was just more confused, this Neo-Revolutionary had the some firepower to make a last stand in he’s apartment if he knew what the fuck the traitor was doing and if he knew he was found out ahead of time then he would’ve burned this apartment building down. Yet..he still committed suicide for seemly without a singular cause.
While there was the possibility that this traitor just realized how futile it was that a reestablishment of the United States was nothing more than a pipe dream and took he’s own life in complete shame, or that he simply couldn’t work in the any longer in the condition he was in.
Both sounded unrealistic but he couldn’t think of any other reason, Farley then slowly turned he’s head to the other Private to which he then slowly spoke. “You should see this” He then pulled out a piece a paper whom presumably on the floor, he then grabbed it and took a look on what it said.
T̵̄͜H̷̺̀E̵̢͌Y̴̯̋ ̵̢̏C̸͉͒À̵̭Ǹ̴͍ ̶̱̒S̸͚̆E̸̟̓E̶͜͝ ̴͓̔M̶̝̓E̵͚̽,̶͉͝ ̸͓̓T̷̝̈́H̸̭̊E̶̳͐Y̵̬̑ ̶͈͆C̴̯͂R̵̺̆E̸̺͌E̵͖̚P̴̝̾ ̶̡̕Ú̸͖P̵̣̀O̵͍͠Ň̶̞ ̵̟͛T̵͍̓H̵̭̆E̸̘̅ ̵̻̓W̶̮̅Ä̸̤L̸̝̀L̸̯̍S̵̢͝,̸̗̂ ̵̨̾T̴̘̏H̸̡̆Ḙ̸̈Y̵͔͗ ̸̡͠W̷̧̎Ḯ̷̹L̸͕̓L̴̯̆ ̴͚͝Ê̴̙A̶̛̺T̴͚̆ ̶̢̐M̴̩̓E̴͈͗ ̶̤̏A̴̛̦L̸͙̋Ḯ̵̞V̸̲͑E̸̮̎,̶̖̀ ̴͓̕Ṯ̸͝H̸̥͒Ẽ̵̺Y̶̖̚ ̷̹̀W̴̯͐I̴̛̯Ļ̴̚Ļ̸̌ ̴̰̂F̸͈̽Ỉ̶͍N̸̡͒D̸͈̑ ̷̗̀Ḿ̴͍E̸̢̐
Was all that was said upon the paper, and it kept repeating until the very end. He gave the paper back to the private and just looked at the corpse of the traitor.
He went insane. Somehow, he went insane by something, and he kept referring to ‘they’. Could he possibly mean that the Junta was onto to him? Possibly, but that wouldn’t explain much to how he went insane. And just looking at the corpse, it looked like it’s been there for a couple days, maybe just one.
And him going towards a path of insanity, that is a such a rare emotion anyone who lives in the direct territory of the Junta never has this case before, and while it could’ve been passed off as complete delusion. The frantic writing gave it off just showed how.. broken he seemed?
The RCD Soldier simply shook he’s head and stepped outside of the room and into the hallway with the other private right behind him, he then pulled out he’s hand held radio and pressed on it activating it. “Sargent. We found a deceased traitor in one of the rooms” He simply said in a stoic tone.
A reply came back to him in a dry tone. “Shot or Blunt”
The Private simply shook he’s head and responded “Suicide”
“Cause and time” Came in a questioning tone.
The Private took a moment to think on he’s words to say them properly, took a mental image of the body and the weapon, then he spoke. “Subject was found dead by suicide from his own shotgun, cause of this was due to he’s unstable mental state, time of death is a day old at best” He said in a matter of fact tone.
There was silence for almost an entire minute, almost as the air somehow got tense around the two privates when Farley said that the cause of the man’s suicide was due to him being mentally unstable.
After few more seconds, the Sargent called back. “Private Bryson, confirmation”
Bryson then grabbed ahold on he’s own radio and clicked onto it. “Affirmative sir, there was multiple sources of the traitor mental health in pieces of papers of him descending into madness”
There was silence for a while until the privates were given a response. “Four RCD will be sent to the upper floor, await for their arrival and new instructions will be sent.”
Both Privates were now confused by the new order, but they still responded in the same tone. “Affirmative Sir”
And with that, the radio then went cold silent, both RCD’s then put the radios back into place and went back into the room in silence. Their minds were racing as confusion showed themselves to them. It was just a dead terrorist who died in a very rare case of insanity. There wasn’t any special about.
Right?
Location: Spanish State , Asturias, Gijón
Time: 5:25 pm
The gas mask was starting to get onto he’s fucking nerves.
The Agent simply parked he’s car near a parking area near the beach to where some of the civilians would go and just have some enjoyment, whatever the hell that meant.
But no, he was called out here because of reports of bodies showing up on the beaches shores and the intervention of the Civil Guard to close the beach off to civilians. While this was sometimes rare, it wouldn’t exactly catch the interest of the C.I.A nor was it something that the C.I.A would waste its time on.
It was the fact that he was sent here due to him being the nearest out of all the operatives in the country, and the frantic amounts of requests sent by the Civil Guard to make sure one of the agents were at least in this beach.
As the agent got out of he’s vehicle and locking the car door and began to leave the parking lot towards to the Playa de Poniente. He’s mind went through the entire place as he began to think of what possible reason he was called up here. Was the bodies affiliated with the communist insurgency in Basque? Were they high ranking officials for the Spanish State? There was multiple possibilities on such occasion.
But to him? He simply wanted to get this over with and go back onto he’s actual mission and the gas mask he wore was not helping him as breathing through the gas mask that’s connected to a pipe that is on he’s back due to a bullshit incident happened that he can’t now breathe properly outside of the North American mainland due to he’s body not adjusting properly to the new oxygen supply was just frustrating as ever, but he digressed either way.
When he reached the pathway entrance of the beach, he was met with two Civil Guard whom just moments ago they were chatting about something until they saw him approaching and they immediately stiffened when he reached their presence. He merely scoffed as he went by them and went through the entrance.
The Spanish State had its fair share of problems, one of those problems was that it was in a state of civil war against the Falangists and the National Syndicalists. Ever sense the days after Nuclear War and the years that took place, Franco was the sole only uniting figure for Spain after the conflict, one that was even supported by the Military Junta due to the regime’s anti-communist sentiments.
Of course it would be a complete lie that the Junta liked Franco in the slightest, not even going with discussing the views of Franco himself, the Junta just merely viewed him as an asset for the eradication of communism across the globe.
It didn’t came as a surprise when the 2nd Spanish Civil War came to be when Franco died in the November of 1994. Which led the country to be limbo for a while until war was established between the Cult of Personality of Francisco Franco and the die hard Falangists and National Syndicalists.
And while the Junta itself is facing its own revolution, that doesn’t mean the job just ends for the soldiers and agents overseas, the Military Cabinet made the indefinite order to stay in place and continue as normal. As such, he’s operations in Spain continue as if the current revolution in North America never occurred, orders are orders.
And for the Juntas stance and the 16th Military Division stance in the whole ordeal, is to simply be neutral on both sides, as said both sides are aforementioned Anti-Communist factions, so it wouldn’t do any good to support one side over the other, it was simple to let it play itself out.
The agent then snapped he’s thoughts out of it when he was approached by a soldier from the Civil Guard, and if rank were to tell, he was simply a private. The soldier saluted toward him, abit he did look afraid at best when he did the gesture.
The agent, almost amused by this simply returned the courtesy of a salute back to the private. He mostly understood why the soldier looked afraid at him, it was either by the gas mask who blacked out it’s eye making them unseeable from the outside. Or that he is a 6 feet 7 inch man that was above the man’s height.
But whatever the case was, the Private spoke to him in a somewhat calm tone. “T-The Lieutenant is here wa-waiting for you in the beach” The soldier said in a heavily accent tone.
The agent simply nods he’s head in confirmation and the soldier stepped aside for the agent to walk through and that’s what he proceeded to do.
As he stepped foot into the cold dried sand of the beach, he took one look at the ocean. The water had its same dark blue scheme that stretches out for miles without end, just a constant reminder of what the Nuclear Fallout has caused to the world.
He then turned he’s attention to the beach, and contrary to what the Civil Guard have said to him multiple times in the calls, That multiple bodies have been showing up in shore, but what the agent took mental note ever sense the calls was that they never stated why he needed to be here, but just requested someone to be down as soon as possible, if the Civil Guard hadn’t told what was the issue was then the 16th Division would’ve assumed it was a communist uprising and would act accordingly immediately to swiftly put it down.
He then walked a few more steps towards the shore and was now face to face to the Lieutenant who looked to be in he’s 50s but because of the Nuclear effect it had on age, he could be older than that. And he was with two of he’s own personal soldiers. The Lieutenant then simply looked at him with face of..concern?
The Lieutenant was about to speak to him until the agent interrupted him. “Lieutenant.” Causing the Lieutenant to stop when the agent spoke in a cold but calm tone. “Is there a reason why I am taking my time for a bunch of corpses?” He said while looking down upon him.
The agent saw the man take a moment to properly say he’s words correctly until he spoke. “If…” The man began in English but with a heavy accent. “If I were to tell you in the call, you wouldn’t have believed what I said..”
The agent simply slowly raised an eyebrow in he’s gas mask. “What do you mean” He questioned.
“It..would be best that you take a look for yourself” He said in a sincere tone and began to walk over to one of the corpses that are covered up to which the agent then followed him.
When the two finally got up to the corpse, the Lieutenant then looked at one of he’s soldiers. “Quítalo” to which the soldier simply went and placed he’s hands on the cover.
The agent wasn’t anticipating much from the reveal, he still had now a mental image that it would be a very burnt up corpse, and he saw this first hand of people who haven’t adapted well to the plutonium in this world and when they go for a swim, that would be their final swim as they slowly burn from the water.
He then heard the removal of the cloth from the corpse, he then looked and he…
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What the fuck was he looking at?
What he was seeing right infront of him, was not something that he was expecting nor anticipating happening in he’s entire life time serving the Military Junta of North America.
What he saw..how the fuck can he explain this? It appeared to be a..naked young female who appeared to be burnt alive if the horrified expression on her face who had a chunk of its flesh missing wasn’t enough to tell, yet. The immediate difference from a regular person the color of her skin, it was a..bright blue color?
And other thing that caught he’s attention was the tail that was, fish like? The same could be said about the legs, or. Sticks with fish parts would be much more accurate on that note, and this women had some..horns?
The agent almost cleared the lends of the gas mask of what he was seeing was reality. But clearing them showed the same thing, this was reality. This was a..human-fish hybrid of an abomination that shored up into this beach. And that was something he would have never thought off and what he was witnessing was real. The agent then simply looked at the Lieutenant who still that face of concern. “When did these bodies start turning up onto shore?”
The Lieutenant then briefly looked at him and then back at the corpse. “About an hour ago, we came here and closed off the entire beach, the Civil Guard is hoping you might have an explanation for this..” He said trailing off as he continued to look at the burnt corpse.
The agent did the same and began to analyze the body, while it was burnt, it want fire that burned it, she was boiled alive in the ocean, if the spots of showing its flesh was to indicate anything, which meant they never were exposed to Plutonium.
“Pre war.” Was the sole response he gave to the Lieutenant as man beside him gave a confused look. “These..abomination of a human..was never exposed to the new world ordinance and whatever cave this thing and her compatriots lived in, must’ve came across the Atlantic Ocean and decided to take their final swim.”
The Lieutenant then took a moment to adjust the information he was given to him. “So..your saying. That the ocean killed them? All of them?” He said using he’s hand to gesture to all the other corpses covered in cloth.
The agent merely nodded as he was lost in his mind, he was given reports of..unnatural occurrences happening within the borders of the Junta. Martial Law was activated in a city of Deseret due to a discovery. A Neo-Revolutionary was found dead by suicide due to him somehow going mad, another was in Northern Canada when a report came in when some form of mutated women attacked a small town. And lastly there was one in Mexico of the local Military Personal finding some kind of makeshift base made out of wood and tents. And now this..
And that conversation he had with..a associate of his about some years ago about some ridiculous theory she found out about, and it was about mutants existing in the past from a begone era that humanity hadn’t existed before, but suddenly vanishing without a trace. And he could clearly remember her being frantic about it and saying they’ll..return..soon..
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This..this was bigger concern than he thought, this was bigger concern that anyone has thought, this wasn’t any isolated incident
The C.I.A agent then looked at the Lieutenant and spoke in a dry cold tone. “Tell your government to lock down the entire nation”
The Lieutenant then looked at him now very confused. “W-what? What do you mean lo-“ He was immediately shut up when the dead gaze of the agent was suddenly turned to him and immediately went shut, even though he couldn’t see through the leds of the gas mask, he felt the gaze looking upon him.
“I do not believe I was misheard Lieutenant” The agent once more said. “Your nation needs to lockdown now, this” He then motioned he’s gloved hand to the mutant corpse. “Might become bigger threat than we can possibly imagine. And sure, it might be a pathetic naked anomaly who can’t even fight. But. The simple fact there was nothing recorded of a the slightest full body mutation is more than enough to be concerned. So. I won’t ask again, as an advisory opinion from me. your nation needs to be in lockdown as soon as possible.” He finally ended with clear emphasis on the end.
The Lieutenant then hastily nods he’s head a couple times before going towards some direction that wasn’t worth noting with he’s own personal soldiers once more. The Agent simply looked at the corpse once more and then walked back to the parking lot.
When he got inside of he’s vehicle, he simply looked at the radio attached to the car and picked it up and pointed it to the noted coordinates, static is what was only heard from the other side until it was filled with silence.
Then a simple but dark toned voice spoke. “Speak”
“Sir” The agent began with a calm demeanor. “The unnatural cases in North America has been reported in Francoist Spain” He took a pause before speaking once more. “It’s bigger than we have perceived it to be”
There was complete silence in the other side of the operator seemed to be collecting he’s thoughts, that’s when the man on the other side spoke. “Disregard the last mission. Await for new orders. Glory to the Military Junta” And with that, the line went dead leaving the agent to alone in his thoughts.
He didn’t like this, he didn’t in the slightest. He can only hope that she was wrong about everything.
Location: ????
Date: ????, ????, 1648
Time: ????
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“Oh?~ What strange place this is~ So many humans~ so many free husbands to go around~”
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“Such a shame that we can’t have this world freed from the unrelenting violence it causes, but we are concerned elsewhere”
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“But~ Fufufu~ Mark my words~ This world will become a paradise soon enough!~ None shall resist our looks when we come back~”
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This would be the first time ever posting in Royalroad. I hope it goes well, might go either way, Just two things to note, If the first chapters two chapters appear at bit weird, then basically merged first four chapters into two. Which is Prologue & Chapter and Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 perceptively. And it might not be the best thing in the internet, but I hope it this gives you a good read. If not, well I hope that I improve along the way.