Simon was sitting on a hill, hiding from a Templar Patrol. He heard footsteps. He could tell they were organic, as they sounded muffled. He ignited his photon blade, and layed in wait. When a small group of three Templar Soldiers walked by, he sprung out of the snow, and plunged the blade right through one of their chests. They had no time to point their firearms at him, as he already cut them right through the barrel, into the chambers of the guns. They tried to run, but he simply shot them with his rifle. He had to hide the bodies now. He destroyed their communicators, and cauterizes the gashes in their skin with his photon blade, to prevent the snow he would hide them under from turning red, He had successfully buried them under a deep, 8 foot patch of snow. Every day he didn't have to fight a cyborg was a victory. He walked back to his hideout, a cave who's entrances was hidden by snow. Inside he had some firewood, food and a communicator. Everyday he attempted to contact the United States, Germany, France, or anyone that could retrieve him. He contacted the frequency 45.213.80, a channel used by a UN covert operative who was executed. All he got was static. He sighed, and got in his bedroll by the fire, keeping the communicator tuned to the frequency, listening for any hope of an answer.
"Nope, some meet up phrase my brother organized with these guys." Maria took the pistol and its holster from its padded casing and strapped it on leaving the assault rifle in the case until they arrived and were lead onto the plane. Maria went into a private area of the plane (the bathroom) to get changed into a more comfortable wear for her. Returning in jeans, black boots that stop a quarter below the knee a red tank top and leather and fur jacket. The pistol holster was strapped to her left thigh and the rifle strung over her left shoulder like a purse. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Kim witnessed the slaughter and scoffed "Untrained grunts." with a light step she ran across the snow leaving only tiptoe prints lightly on the snow. Once she arrived in the base she pulled down the black mask that covered her mouth and walked through the hallway and sheathed her sword. Before standing in the doorway of Lubek.
Minerva took her case on board with her, waiting for Maria to leave before taking her sword and sheath, slinging the sheath behind her back before giving the HF Sword a few practice swings before placing it in its sheath. She then took out her KAP 40, sighted it in, then slid it into her jacket pocket. Before she sat back down, she remembered something. She took out the phone she'd use to sell info, taking the back off and the SIM card out before stomping on it and tossing the useless phone aside. She'd have to get no one after this mission was over, that one was essentially a tracking device when the deal was made.
Lubek noticed Kim enter through the door and smiled before sitting down. "Ah, excellent to see you once again Kim. Please, take a seat." he then made a gesture with his hand before he looked at the two. "We've got some time to spare. From what I have discovered, we're going to have some non-Templar agents pay us a visit within a few days. The US officially designated one of them as Minerva, they are sending agents to deal with normal military matters. It's rather weak of them, don't you think. To simply throw away thousands of lives when they could only use one. They don't care....they believe that they are expendable." Lubek remarked before getting to the matter at hand. 'Approximately two hours ago, an Israeli terrorist group known as the 'Sons of God' had set a path to Mecca. We've never met them and they are a very recent introduction to terrorism in the Middle-East. However, I can assure you this right now. They are impossibly fanatical . They see the Palestinians and Arabic people as filth in their ‘Promised Land’, so they are going to perform something impossible. Something that will wake-up the entire Middle-East.” Lubek leaned in closely from his table as he looked at two of his most trusted people in the eye. “The holiest city in the Islamic world is going to experience a nuclear detonation.” Lubek then looked at the two. “We can’t stop this; the Sons of God are going to sacrifice six of their officers for a ‘greater good’. All six are carrying a nuclear device inside of their armour and inside their own bodies that is synched to a countdown timer, the impact of these six detonations combining to form a four megaton atomic bomb. And once Mecca is destroyed, then the Third World War will finally begin. We will wait until Project: Archimedes is completed, and then play the greatest practical joke in human history.”
"Well, I have not seen this Minerva you speak of. I have seen a man in the Siberian tundra take out some grunts. He seems to be of the non-natural sort and is not to be trusted. Though we could always track his little base and irradiate him there." KIm moved to sit on her chair. "You know I still do not see the point for these cyborg soldiers. I mean I am your best assassin out there. All my kills never making it on the news. So why make robo men when you can train tp kill without getting any attention. /just do what I did and spend 2 years in a North Korean prison camp voluntarily, spending the nights unclothed on a bed of hot coals and setting up a snow fort here with only a cigarette lighter for warmth. That would make sure your grunts aren't cannon fodder and useless." _________________________________________________________________________________________________ Maria sat down for take off but as soon as they were at cruising level she inspect the equipment her brother gave her. "Sweet, a Spetsnaz parachute robotic leg supports for extra umph in kicks with ski's that fold and lock to the soles of your shoes, Oxygen mask and goggles. So she pretty much only had the essentials.
Minerva put on her oxygen mask and parachute as she felt the air get thinner in the cabin. She looked up at the cargo bay doors for the plane, waiting for the green light to appear. She didn't have the fancy bells and whistles Maria had, but she had enough where she knew she'd make it the compound.
The intelligence officer moved his hand to his head, pulling off his hood to reveal the helmet he donned, tubes coming from the sides of both cheeks of the helmet, and winding up at a backpack-like, shell-shaped tank. He touched a piece on the side of his head with an antennae. Suddenly, a holographic screen was emitted from the top "eye" of the helmet, showing security footage of an unidentified man taking out several grunts not too far away...
The footage displayed a man taking down cyborgs by himself, not far away from the compound but still far enough to take a day and a half walk if the unidentified man started walking. He nodded as he looked over at Kim. "It's alright, Kim." Lubek responded. "Don't worry about the majority of your kills not making it onto the small screen. I have something special planned for you which will dwarf all of your previous kills in comparison. How do you feel about killing the American president?" Lubek pressed a button on his terminal that also displayed hundreds of VR chairs in an underground section of the compound. On the back of the head-rest was a metallic visor that covered the entire face of the person sitting inside it. "This is what I personally like to call, 'Project: Silver', a training program that can upload and imprint thousands upon thousands of skills in real-time in a matter of hours. Not only does this work humans and cyborgs, but we can effectively turn a rookie solider who has just entered the army to being able to surpass the combat and survival standards that surpass the SAS in less than four hours. We could effectively turn anyone into trained killers without having to risk their own safety. We're the only ones in the world that has access to this technology."
"They may be skilled but they will still be weak without proper physical conditioning. A computer cannot simulate starvation, burns and thirst. It can also not teach you to achieve true zen and meditation. Regarding the President consider it done. Us North Koreans have always had a hatred for those capitalist devils." Kim had a strong hate and dislike in her voice when talking about the program and president. ________________[________________________________________________ Maria placed the mask and goggles on as well as the parachute and other bits. She stood next to Minerva and once the green light came on she ran and jumped out the plane. Her parachute was connected to an altitude sensor and as soon as she reached a certain height her parachute would deploy automatically and so would her skies which have the ski poles only come up to the knee and connected to the leg exo-skeleton.
"Physical training comes after mental training" Lubek replied before giving a slight nod at Kim. "If you desire, you can desire to properly train and organize our troops as you see fit, but only after you've dealt with the French President." Lubek sighed before noticing a brief sigh of disappointment. "I'm far older than I look. I served in the KGB for almost thirty years when Russia was at her peak strength. Since she had no choice to undergo democratic rule, look at her. She's been almost made irrelevant. I moved to China after the collapse of the Soviet Union to seek refuge in Communism, and twenty years later, I founded Templar." Lubek replied. "I have plenty of friends in high places, especially in China and the Glorious Leader of North Korea, which is why once tensions boil over in Capitalist nations, we propose that we not only resurrect the Soviet Union, but unify all Communist nations of the world. China, Russia, North Korea as a single united entity. America deserves something special for their destruction, which is why Project Archimedes is being worked upon. I give it a week, and it will go into orbit."
Minerva zipped up her jacket and followed after, counting the altitude in her head as she fell to the Earth. After breaking though the cloud cover, she could make out the compound from the air and aimed to land in a clearing just a half a mile away from the compound. She pulled her chute after few moments, allowing herself to slow down and soften her descent. Once low enough, she pulled her HF sword out and cut the lines to her chute, dropping her onto the snowy ground as her skin augments kicked in, causing her to blend into the environment.
Simon tuned into another channel. He was about to tune to a different channel, but then heard speaking. "Sweet, a Spetsnaz parachute robotic leg supports for extra umph in kicks with ski's that fold and lock to the soles of your shoes, Oxygen mask and goggles." From the sound in the background, and the equipment listed, he determined that they were doing a HALO jump. He input the frequency into his nano computer, and determined that they were 30,000 feet in the air. He calculated the wind along with estimated mass, he was able to determine the landing site. It was in a small forest about 10 miles from here. If he started walking now, he would get there in maybe 5 hours at the least. He climbed out of the tunnel, and started walking. If he encountered any soldiers, he would kill them.
(Oh look, plot...) Mecca, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. 12:27pm The city was enjoying the pilgrimage that had occurred the first period of Hajj, where the Islamic pilgrimage to Mecca signified the largest gathering to Muslim people in the world. This year, 4,000,000 worshippers where inside the Masjid al-Haram alone, praying towards the Kaaba. The ancient tradition has held an unquestionable importance in the Middle-East and Islam. Inside the Masjid al-Haram were all six terrorist ‘martyrs’ of the Sons of God terrorist organization, disguised as Islamic pilgrims. All of them were positioned in different areas of the holy area of prayer, with powerful nuclear devices hidden inside of their bodies and clothing itself. The detonation would create a ripple effect that would ultimately cause an enormous resulting explosion the equivalent of a 4 megaton nuclear warhead, more than enough to get the job done. When prayer had begun, the six ultra-racist Jewish extremists bowed down along with the rest of the millions of other pilgrims. A moment passed before they all suddenly stood upwards and screamed at the top of their lungs, screaming something in Hebrew before suddenly the entirety of Mecca turned into a brilliant flash of white. The resulting mushroom cloud signified the largest act of terrorism in history, with at least five million being killed in Mecca with extremely few survivors. The news went worldwide within minutes with the media quickly picking up onto the act. Upon learning about the Sons of God being involved with the attack, and Israel to some extent, the entire Arab world cried out for war. Five minutes after the attack, a united Arabic world declared war against Israel, which quickly spiraled out of control. The end of the world was occurring much as it had been predicted, Europe quickly coming to assist Israel, or what was left of it when the Arab coalition destroyed their missile defense systems and launched nuclear and chemical weapons from all angles. It turned out Archimedes was being developed faster than usual, with almost all of its components done. A rocket launch was due later that night to take it to orbit, and if it were to be blown out of the sky, it was already infecting the American defense grid... Not only did the PMC demand skyrocket to uncontrollable levels, but everything was going smoothly for Templar.
"I was hoping for the American president but it will have to do, Where may I find him. I shall also start a meditation class for the new recruits when I'm off mission. You are welcome to join if you wish." Kim got up from her seat and got to the doorway. Once she got the location of Moscow she pulled up her black mask that covered her mouth and headed to the vehicle hangar. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Maria with her ski's checked her GPS to check the direction of where they were. She was in a large tundra with nothing but white and the green of the forest trees. "Well which way now. I didn't get to spot the base. Any idea's." She pulled out her pistol in case of any unwanted guests such as wolves or Templar soldiers.
Minerva uncloaked in front Maria, her sword pointing north to the base. "That way, half a mile. We should be there shortly if we hurry." She cloaked back into the environment and began moving towards the base, leaving footprints in the snow as the only note of her existence.
4 long lines the middle two thicker than the outer two was the only note of Maria's existence. She followed Minerva as they made their way to the compound/headquarters. She then decide to strike up conversation. "So what did the doctors do to you and who did they work for. Personally I have Small cybernetic Servo's attached to my arm, leg, hand, feet, back and chest muscles connected to the brain by hair strand width wires. While they give me improved reflex's, reaction time and speed. They are all powered by this thing (pulls up her sleeve to reveal the chrome band with reinforced glass modules filled with a very pale green liquid.) Which really hurts if you try to yank it off and without the proper procedure can kill me instantly when its removed. Even when it is removed to do some technical or health check ups,I still need it to be attached by an outside power source. Well I guess thats the price you have to pay for being Saxon Enterprises second test subject and the first one to not die after 6 months from a heart attack."
Mivera looked back, noting the small band before uncloaking. "They injected with some sort of serum, nanomachines probably, under my skin. Allows me to essentially go invisible from the naked eye whenever. Speaking of eyes, they hardwired augments in the optical lobe of the brain." She pointed she to the back of her head. "Can see through some dense material or in infrared. " She went back to cloaking as the high points of the base came in view. "And, let's just say I work logistics and information for some employers with very little moral standards."
Simon came across more grunts. There were 5 of them. He didn't even bother to conceal himself, he ignited his photon blade and ran right at them. As they raised their weapons, he saw the trajectories of the bullets. As they fired, he deflected them with his blade, and cut through them with a massive combo. He was almost at the landing site. He kept on running, and saw footprints. Now, all he had to do was follow them.
A figure wearing a long brown coat watched from a distance on the top of a high cliff-face as two female cyborg operatives headed towards the Templar Compound. The western world had already begun to tear itself apart, but it didn't matter in the long-run once Archimedes was in orbit. She leapt high into the air and landed not far from Minerva and Vixen. Before taking the hood of to reveal a women with long violet hair and unnaturally blue eyes.
Minerva quickly reacted, uncloaking herself from the environment with her sword pointed at the new appearance in one hand hand and her pistol ready in the other. "I'm guessing you're not here for diplomacy."
