03-14-2017, 03:38 PM
“This is unacceptable! A mistake like this should’ve never happened!” boomed a voice akin to an erupting volcano. “The Alpha squad is dead, the target yet evades us, and you’ve brought me the wrong woman!” It seemed as if there was no end to his outburst, the voice echoing back from the metallic walls of his office, only serving to intimidate his audience more. The man seemed to dwarf out anything and anyone within the room, his chiseled muscles tensing visibly below the tailored green uniform. Studded upon his chest the man donned his golden medals of servitude and honor with pride unseen before.
“Sir, sh-she fit the parameters of the target! The A-alpha squad didn’t respond to our radio calls, so we a-acted as if they’d succeeded and paid the ultimate price for it!” Whoever dared to speak up lacked confidence, their ill fitting uniform trembling as their voice quaked with fear, as a trickle of sweat ran down their forehead, knees buckling as the dread of death loomed heavy on their shoulders.
“Th-the data has not fallen into the wrong hands, i-it was wiped and destroyed!” he attempted to convince as best as he could, his shaking only growing more visible and nearing something unbearable. “A-and besides, sh-she looks the part! W-we can use her, c-certainly! J-just co-commence the memory wipe operation, a-and m-make her fit the part!” he claimed, not once lifting his gaze, that licked the floor, mayhap attempting open a hole that he could have disappeared into.
A silence settled upon the room, broken only by the shuffling sound of a dreaded man shaking within his clothes.
“And what exactly makes you think that we can use her, Captain Copeland?” The voice, while no longer raised, loomed over captain Copeland akin to a cobra that was ready to strike at the slightest of mistakes in his response. “What exactly is it, that makes you think, that she is of any use to us, compared to the target?” Poison dripped from the cobra’s fangs, already gracing the captain’s flesh, ready to strike.
“C-colonel Sturgill, s-she fits the profile of an imperial a-agent! We c-could use her to infiltrate the Empire from within! Sh-she w-would have to st-start from relatively l-low, but given time, we could u-use her, Colonel!”
Slowly the pressure upon the captain lifted, his visage twisted into an expression of horror, like he would vomit the moment he would leave the office. “I b-believe D-doctor Rivera and their memory treatments w-would allow us to slowly gain momentum within the Empire! W-we s-simply need to proceed as pl-planned o-originally.”
“Captain Copeland. Out.” bellowed Sturgill, sending the waste of a man stumbling for the door, his sweaty hands staining the doorknob with his filth as he slinked out like a worm. Rummaging for the bottle of whiskey stored within the drawers of his desk, the General bothered not to pour it out instead opting for a swig as his eyes sought the various paintings on the walls. His thick fingers pushing the buttons of the communications device upon his desk, as the man spoke out. “Erika, inform Doctor Rivera, that they are to proceed as planned, as soon as possible.” he stated, before cutting the transmission.
“Sir, sh-she fit the parameters of the target! The A-alpha squad didn’t respond to our radio calls, so we a-acted as if they’d succeeded and paid the ultimate price for it!” Whoever dared to speak up lacked confidence, their ill fitting uniform trembling as their voice quaked with fear, as a trickle of sweat ran down their forehead, knees buckling as the dread of death loomed heavy on their shoulders.
“Th-the data has not fallen into the wrong hands, i-it was wiped and destroyed!” he attempted to convince as best as he could, his shaking only growing more visible and nearing something unbearable. “A-and besides, sh-she looks the part! W-we can use her, c-certainly! J-just co-commence the memory wipe operation, a-and m-make her fit the part!” he claimed, not once lifting his gaze, that licked the floor, mayhap attempting open a hole that he could have disappeared into.
A silence settled upon the room, broken only by the shuffling sound of a dreaded man shaking within his clothes.
“And what exactly makes you think that we can use her, Captain Copeland?” The voice, while no longer raised, loomed over captain Copeland akin to a cobra that was ready to strike at the slightest of mistakes in his response. “What exactly is it, that makes you think, that she is of any use to us, compared to the target?” Poison dripped from the cobra’s fangs, already gracing the captain’s flesh, ready to strike.
“C-colonel Sturgill, s-she fits the profile of an imperial a-agent! We c-could use her to infiltrate the Empire from within! Sh-she w-would have to st-start from relatively l-low, but given time, we could u-use her, Colonel!”
Slowly the pressure upon the captain lifted, his visage twisted into an expression of horror, like he would vomit the moment he would leave the office. “I b-believe D-doctor Rivera and their memory treatments w-would allow us to slowly gain momentum within the Empire! W-we s-simply need to proceed as pl-planned o-originally.”
“Captain Copeland. Out.” bellowed Sturgill, sending the waste of a man stumbling for the door, his sweaty hands staining the doorknob with his filth as he slinked out like a worm. Rummaging for the bottle of whiskey stored within the drawers of his desk, the General bothered not to pour it out instead opting for a swig as his eyes sought the various paintings on the walls. His thick fingers pushing the buttons of the communications device upon his desk, as the man spoke out. “Erika, inform Doctor Rivera, that they are to proceed as planned, as soon as possible.” he stated, before cutting the transmission.
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