"Fears make us stagnant. The desire that pushed our forefathers to conquer the universe. Had been lost. They steal away. Our ability to make dreams and turn them, into reality. If we let this continue, it can lead us to, extinction. We are destined, for more. Now, you had a choice. Join us, together we will fight for a better future. Or let drowned in your illusion. It is now. Or forever be afraid."
As Mr. Bartender gives his speech. The communication building is currently under attack. It is seized by the military.
They trying to come inside the building.When the military was now inside the building. A missile has been fired unto the building. That makes it, rubble into pieces. No one comes out alive.
We are watching the whole thing on our monitor. First, it was shouting out of suprised. Later on. I can hear them, crying.
"How you can predict that Reginald could make such a decision?" Mr. Bartender could not believe what he saw. It was still a big surprise to him. Reginald could resort to sacrificing the life of his people. Just only to stop the rebellion.
"I deeply understand. How he thinks. He became, so reckless. For the fact, he belittles us."
The video was recorded a few hours, earlier. Hacking it into their communication system. Make them believe, it was a live broadcast.
" But still they are lives have been lost." Mr. Foodie could not stop, himself. The tears keep flowing from his eyes.
" It is the sacrifice, we need to do. It's the price to pay, paving way for our success." Saying it without any remorse or guilt, in my face.My ability to feel emotions. It was long gone, in me.
The video footage of what happened is being fed, all over the communication lines. This time, they no longer can hide the fact.
A young man comes running. "Mr . Bartender, I received the news. One of the victims is the eldest son of Regerry Reginald."
" How that could happen? It Reginald who give the order to fire that missile."He gives me an accusing look. I just shrugged my shoulders.
It is Mr. Foodie who answers him." His son volunteered for that mission. " Reading the information that was sent to him.
" Can I add, also? His wife lost her sanity after hearing the news."
"It's a long day for us. Can I take a rest, for now? " Honestly, I am just avoiding Mr. Bartender.
I found myself. Sitting in the communication room. Spying on the meeting between, members of Atheos.
" How did my son come into that building? He was never part of the team. Answer me! " His angry voice is the only thing, we can hear.
It was a long silence before someone. Had the courage to answer him.
" Sir, he volunteered to lead the team. Based on the report. He wanted to bring the head of the leader of Visionary, to you sir." A rattle voice of his general.
"Are you sure of that? Why did no one, tell me about that? How could you remain silent?"
It's actually, off the record. He replaced the ground commander. He frequently does it, especially for assignments that can lead to greater recognization." The last words sound like whispers.
It makes him, angrier. He can not accept the fact.
" Who gives him, that authority?"
"Sir. You are the one who gives him that authority. We can never say no to him." A trembling voice continues.
"Are you saying it was my fault? Who do you think you are? You are just an insect. I am the one who gives, you that position. If not for me, you will end up in prison, a long time ago. Did you remember how many times, I tolerate you? A sexual maniac, who cannot suppress his libido." He is now beginning to confess. All the atrocities which have been committed, by his general.
"Sir, please forgive me. I will never do it, again. Just spare me, this time." He is kneeling in front of Reginald.
"Get his whole family. Kill them. One by one on his front. Be sure not to give him, an easy death."His aides dragged him away."
We can hear the voice of the general, pleading.
"How about the ground commander? I want him to be executed. Before my eyes." Sitting on his throne.
"Sir, I am sorry to inform you. He is already gone. After the incident happened. We are afraid that he already joined the visionary." The second general with a big stomach calmly reported.
"What? How the lowly slaves could do that? Speaking of slaves. I wonder. What are you doing all this time? No one takes notice of the Visionary. Where do they get that courage? Now, they aiming to destroy us. " He throws his glasses toward them.
"Sir. We reported it many times. But you never give us, your attendance, sir. You keep telling us. That they cannot take any action, against us."
" What are you trying to say? You want me to punish myself? How dare you? Did you forget, who I am? You just making an excuse to escape my wrath." He is now standing.
"Ego? Pride? How powerful it is, to destroy relationships and societies? Worse, it can lead to losing your sanity."
I turned back hearing the familiar footsteps and voice.
"You didn't meet to come here. We can send the report, immediately. " Dean, the team leader of the communication department.
" You don't need to be formal. We all slaves here. With just different positions to fulfill."
He always surprises me. He never gives, his real name. No title of honor. He hated adoration. A total opposite of our enemy.
Sometimes, I questioned his action but never his intention.
" Maybe you are just making an excuse. You checking us. We will never do anything without informing you. Mark my words." Serving a cup of his favorite tea.
He just nods his head.
"Sorry. I am more interested in him than you." Pointing his finger, to the image of Reginald on the monitor.
"Sadly, he will not give up that easily. He doesn't accept the reality." This is what we learned, through observing his actions.
"A great leader? He was already consumed by his delusion. That no can defy him."
"That's is the very reason. We should never entrust him, with our future. I cannot let him. Wasting the lives of our people." I can hear the sadness in his voice. No need to ask. The injustices he suffered from Atheos.
" His generals don't give him, the full report. He doesn't have any idea about the real situation."
" Speaking of. Here is the full report of the damages brought by our latest operation."
"You can blame his generals. He executed them, without thinking twice. " He is now looking, at every page of the report. He is seriously checking it.
When the voice from the monitor. Caught his attention. That makes him, stopped.
" Bring me, the leader of Visionary. The one who called himself, Mr. Bartender. Be sure also to bring his family with him. I want him, alive. I will display him, in front of the people. I will make sure that he will regret defying me. It will be easier for us, to crush the visionary. If we get first the leader. Whoever will get him. I make him, second-in-command."
"Sorry. Your Excellency Regerry Reginald, you are four years late. You cannot inflict anything on a ghost-like me." He is laughing hearing the order of Reginald. We just smiled at him. Reginald is wrong in one thing. It was not Mr. Bartender who hold us, together. It is the misery we shared. It is the pain. Pushing ourselves, forward. We are all ghosts. Seeking justice. " We are still not getting the support of many. Especially from the members of thinkers. They view us, as rebels. They still not believing, in our cause." He already sitting, comfortable. Studying all the information in his hand. "It will never be an easy task. Freeing them, from the delusion. I believe it needs time ." I admit. I felt some hatred for the fools continuing to believe in their false promises. " I am thinking about approaching them, personally. Let them hear what the things, we are fighting for. I am not losing hope. There is still a chance to change their mind. That's why I am going to talk to them pe
Attack him where he is unprepared, appear when you are not expected. --Art of War "Me. Bartender supposedly have a back door negotiation with the members of thinkers. But sadly, you already know. How it ended." "You cannot trust them. What are you thinking about our next move? " Mr. Mechanic could conceal his hatred. "I am planning to hear a concert. With your respected prisoner. Did he still alive?" I gave Mr. Mechanic a curious look. "Of course, he is. He is still breathing. I checked him, this morning." I see, wickedness in his smile. "Breathing but not moving? What is the information? You got from him." "Well, after some creative ways that I am employed on him. He gives us, some information that I believe is valuable to us." " I still wanted to verify all the information. He gave us. Just to be sure." " That's what I am thinking, too. But they are something that I believe you must give more of your attention." "What do you mean by that?" "Is what do they call Operation
"Eliminate them? It will be easier than done? Look what the things, we already achieved. Nothing. All we have done is create a small scale of chaos. Yes, I do admit. We are successful in inflicting fears among members of Atheos. But the sad fact is we lost our leader. People see us not as heroes but as rebels. How we can make them believe. That all of this is for them?" I can see the frustration on Mr. Mechanic's face. "I do, agree. It seems that the people don't trust us enough. Especially now, that we lost our leader." Dean almost cried saying these words. "Why did you suggest?" "We need to elect our new leader. Then make it known to people." Mister Mechanic suggests. The council members are now whispering to each other. I don't understand what they are saying. When suddenly stand up. "Listen! Everybody, please" He is now getting their attention. "Okay. Thank you very much. May I suggest that we appoint Ishvah to be put the permanent head of our group?" "I think, we should n
"We need to give it all . I don't want to regret anything. Failure is never be an option." Suddenly a young officer rushing to enter the room, without even knocking. "Excuse me, gentlemen." He is catching his breath. He cannot even start his start. The emergency alarm system, ring. Everyone are surprised but we chose to listen to the messenger. "What is happening? " "Atheos is already found us. They preparing to attack us." "Okay, you already know what you are going to do." As I calmly order them. "Yes, sir." As they jointly answer me. They hurriedly left for there designated post. As I walk through the exit door. As I enter , the control room I find them they all so silent, waiting for my next order. "Dean, What is the situation right now?" "The troops are already prepared to evacuate. Some of them are already left. " "What is the exact percentage?" "I estimated that more than 50 percent of our troops are on their flight right now." He even show me the monitor. Pointin
"So, what we are going to do now?" Dean frantically waiting for my order. It seems I left no choice . Bloodless seems impossible now."Prepare yourself! To kill or die. Protect our people at any cost. I am giving you an order to use your weapon against them." Dean seems so surprised by my sudden changed of decision. He doesn't ask any question."Mr. Scarface , I need you to mobilize your troops.""That's was I'm waiting for." As he excitedly fled from the room."Mr. Mechanic , I need you to prepare your troops. Please, stand by. You'll be my back up.If you see that we are in bad position., please don't hesitate to fire."Me. Mechanic became worried of my strategy."Do you mean that you ready to sacrifice yourself?""If it needed, so." Looking directly into his eyes."You don't have to.If you want we can change places.""No. I need you to make sure that Dean has enough time to escape." " I am just afraid that , our enemies will focus on targeting you. Especially when they know it w
His face is reddened.I heard footsteps from my back. Mr.Scarface voice wake me up, from my thoughts."What are we going to do with him?" Because of Gen. Amiel words, I already know what is the best punishment for him." Let him leave. Go back to Atheos." Mr.Scarface could not believe in what he heard."Are sure you sure.? You don't have any idea in how evil this man is.I f I one who decide this man, doesn't have any right right to live in the next minute.I know him , personally.I work with him in the past." I can clearly see in Gen.Amiel face, the fear of death. His perspiration doesn't stop. He is almost wet all over his body.Trembling. He already know that my decision is crucial for him. "Ishvi, I know how wise you are. Even you are my enemy. I always think highly of you.You know me, All my doing was never my intention. I am doing this as a good soldier of Atheos. " " I never buy what you are saying. I know you. How monstrous you are. You always prioritize yourself among oth
They come together in my front. "Brave soldiers of Atheos.Protector of the people. May I call your attention, please. I commend your courage.Offering your life for the welfare of the people. But allow me to asks questions. I know that His excellency Regerry Reginald offer his intelligence and life to serve us. He is just and gentleman. He only think for our common good. But it bothered me to think, for all this year's he is serving us. Look around you. When he speaks for justices. What we experience in our home is the opposite? We had friends, co-workers and family members thrown at jail, being punish without the chance to be heard. Due process is long gone. He the judge. In the name of common good.Yes! We have peace because we fell silent in the injustices. We are prosperous. Why there are among us who died in hunger? Who among you experience a in human treatment? You will be the judge. Is this our ancestors envision for us. To be a slave and few enjoy the fruit of our labors. They
We are now sitting in the table. All the visionaries key members are here except Mr. Scar face. " How long we need to confine , Mr. Scarface?" Dean with deep concern in his voice. "It was never my plan to confine him for a long time. I will release him before dinner." Checking the statistical data in my hand. " Thankfully, we are already prepared this base before Atheos attack us." Mr. Mechanic who also serious in studying the statistical data. " One thing make me worried about. How Gen. Smile know our location. The firepower he brought with him. A clear message that he never intent to let us , live.Sparing no one." "What are trying to say? There a possible spy among us?" Dean nervous voice. I just feel silent. Waiting for Mr. Mechanic to continue. Watching the reactions of other men on the table. " I mean it is not the first time. We should not forget what happened to Mr. Bartender. Thinking about the possibility of spies among us, give me chilling effect. It sometimes make m