A blinking cursor pulses in the electric darkness like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the derma of black-neon glass.
A phone begins to ring, we hear it as though we were making the call. The cursor continues to throb, relentlessly patient, until --
Somebody picks up the call, "Hello?"
Data now slashes across the screen, information flashing faster than we read. The trace begins; "Call trans opt: received. 2-19-47 13:24:18 REC:Log>"
"We have located the city at 0600 hours, it is heavily fortified but we believe we have found a weakness in it's force field."
We're listening to the phone conversation as though we were on a third line.
"Have the resources been committed for the attack?"
The screen continues to pulse, the cursor throbbing as the seconds pass. "Trace program: running."
"At this point the resources are committed, but we believe that an all out attack is not the best option at this time."
The entire screen fills with racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivets, they rush at a 10- digit phone number in the top corner.
"You're not paid to think, I don't care what you believe is the best course of action at this time. Send all available units to the coordinates, let's take this city before the Resistance can act. Make it happen and there is a large bounty in this for you."
The area code is identified. The first three numbers suddenly fixed, leaving only seven flowing columns.
Slowly, each digit is matched, one by one, snapping into place like the wheels of a slot machine.
"With the technology available to us once we capture this city, we'll finally be able to rid ourselves of this scum that has plagued us so long. Have the Fallen Angels scientists been disposed of?"
Only two thin digits left.
"We routed toxic gasses into the sleeping quarters once they had gone to sleep. They won't be a problem."
The final number pops into place --
"Did you hear that?"
On the screen, a message pops up... "Trace complete. Call origin: #555-121-2560"
"This line, is it clean?"
"We better go."
Three hours later, we're passing over the wastelands into uncharted territory. This part of the wasteland looks similar to what we have seen before but somehow different, as though we're treading on new ground. We had passed over the mid world ocean to get this far and were about a kilometre away from the source of the heat patterns. From our vantage point we could see a city of epic proportions. Dark, war beaten walls, gun turrets on the roof, and the spectacle of it all - two massive towers rising high above the city and into the clouds. Comparable to the World Trade Center Buildings in New York, of the ancient world.
"Attention all units. Attention all units."
The army of the City Mercs came to a halt, hanging on every word of their squadron leader. In the midst of the group of elite attack soldiers there was disdain. The City Mercs had morale values, and weren't happy about violating the treaty between Neocron and the Resistance, but the price had been right, the mission had already been accepted.
"This mission was never going to be easy. We have been told this stronghold is letting off energy signatures unlike anything anybody has ever seen before. I don't know what this means, nor do I care. We're better than these people and we're going to take this city by force."
A wave of suspense could be felt in the air, almost so dense that you could have cut it with a knife. Soldiers were lined up; camouflaged in yellow and green power armour, power armour that could have told you a story of it's own if it wasn't inanimate. These were the veterans of the modern world. Using weapons from times gone past, weapons of immense power. Everybody here was either holding a Plasma Cannon prototype, labelled 'the Cursed Soul', a Plasma Wave prototype, 'the Ravager', or the mightiest of rocket launchers. The Ceres Warhammer. Weapons that had been heavily used, you could tell by the burn marks around the barrels of the guns. These people meant business, and the attack was about to be launched.
"I'm not going to lie to you men; today some of you are going to die. But while they may take our lives, they can not touch our spirits! Are we READY men?"
"SIR YES SIR"
"Are we going to give it everything?"
"SIR YES SIR"
We switch out to a wide pan view, watching the CityMercs get gunned down one by one. No survivors. Using the latest technologies we had developed. The Neocron alliance thought they could beat us. They thought that they could use the treaty signed with the Resistance to gain access to our greater intellect. But we know better. Of the six satellites we had launched, only one of their functions was to provide geometric mapping. These six satellites built up the largest Ion weapon ever built, a weapon that could be launched from space. Finally providing the Fallen Angels and it's allies the opportunity to Free Society. As we all know...
Only Free Minds Can Build a Free Society.
Katanya Nowakoska - PPU
Natalya Nowakoska - Rifles
Ciara Nowakoska - HC
Malevolence - Researcher