Hello, Dear readers. This Fanfic started as an idea brainstormed out of the blue. Me and my friends never intended that it would lead to this but it did. The story's main characters are just my friends and I, their personalities are kept intact 100% so as to bring out their uniqueness among our clique.

Dramatis Personae –

Firdaus - Zachary "Zack" Martin - Brooklyn, USA

– Graduated from SOI in 2022, Zack's exemplary record ended him up in Delta Force, 1st Platoon, FireStorm, calamity struck when he raped a Japanese tourist while on shore leave in Hawaii. Court Marshalled and dishonorably discharged, Zack was stranded in odd jobs and whatnot, before N-CyGen recruited him despite his weakness towards women. He was originally placed in Vendetta Squad, N-CyGen's Elite Security Force under Sergeant Victors. A week later, during a raid on a classified research facility, Vendetta Squad was wiped out, he was the only survivor, his objectives were defended and all hostiles dead. 1st candidate for Corbulo squad.

Jihad - Jeremiah "Jem" Mortensen - New York, USA

Ex-Marine and a good man. Has no combat experience during his time in the Marines. Left the organization at the age of 22. Joined N-CyGen as a security enforcer. After 6 months, his good record got him as a candidate for the Corporation's Elite Security Force. Easily distracted, too predictable and swears worse than a sailor. Always gets picked on by Jacko, Eyes and McFarlene. However he is the tormenter of Jaff. Rarely screws up but when he does its big. 2nd Candidate for Corbulo squad.

Ajib – Tyson "Trevor" Billad - San Francisco, USA

Ex – Brazilian Jujitsu fighter and construction worker. He is the perfect example of a combat engineer. Due to his experience in high risk environment during his time as a construction worker, it gives him a very cool mindset during the worst of situations. Has a weakness for cigarettes and cigars. Especially cigars. He got retrenched but quickly got himself re-employed under N-CyGen as a repairman. He got into the Elite Security Force after single handedly fending off saboteurs in a classified incident armed with only a pistol and a welding tool. 3rd candidate for Corbulo Squad.

Akiff – Jansen "Jacko" Louise - New Orlean, USA

Naturally endomorph by size. Jansen was a member of Navy Seals with an outstanding record during the US-Iran War in '19. This hulk of a man is one of the demo man in the squad. Standing proud with his Mini Gun which he calls 'lil-Jess' he particularly revels in combat, screaming profanities all the way, though not as vulgar as Jem. A family man and also one of the clowns in the squad. His preferred victim is Jem. He would have a spat with Trevor from time to time in trivia matters. He is the incarnation of a boy in a man's body. 4th candidate of Corbulo Squad.

Adnan – Jeffery "Jaff" Nan - Hongkong

Ex-Spook of Hong Kong's intelligence agency with a standing record of over 8 years of service. Armed with a set of lame jokes, he always tries to play the fool in the squad but always backfires and has everyone gangbanging his ass. Figuratively of course, the squad is like a second family to him. A good listener and always gets his job done right. The intelligence agency let go of him to work as a security enforcer for N-CyGen due to its attractive salary. 5th candidate of Corbulo Squad.

Uzair Bafana – Mozat "Merkav" Kavia - Tel Aviv, Israel

Ex Bodybuilder and also a field agent of the feared Mossad Agency. Ruthless towards his enemy yet so compassionate towards his allies. Incredibly knowledgeable and wise, he enjoys giving advice and sharing his personal experience during his time in Mossad. Armed with his Galil and his grenade launcher attachment, Merkav is a deadly asset of the squad. His always the first to charge into combat and last to leave. He has a strong belief in never leaving a man behind. He is also the ladies man of the squad. Zack is his student in the 'Art of Seduction.' 6th candidate of Corbulo Squad.

Zul – Gustav "Eyes" Renée - Cannes, France

Ex GIGN marksman. During his career, he racked up a kill count of over 200 in a span of 5 years. During which he left and got recruited by N-CyGen as an Elite Security Force member, due to his exemplary skills as a sniper. Gets his nickname 'Eyes' due to his sharp eyesight and his crack shot as a sniper. He can be described as 'pot calling the kettle black', much worse than Simon Cowell and laid back most of the times. When an opportunity comes to go for a silent kill, he has a habit of shouting "Rawr!" One of the clowns of the squad and the funniest at that. Bonds well with Abe, Jacko and Zack. Similar to Jaff, he gets his job done and exceeds expectations. 7th candidate of Corbulo Squad.

Hakim – Petrenko "Pack" Dima - Moscow, Russia

Dima gets the name 'Pack' during his time as a GRU Operative Hacker due to his habit of carrying too much electronic devices. Top of his class in electronic combat. He was assigned to a special division in cyber warfare. He left GRU after 10 years working for them. When asked why, he simply replied, "The pay sucks and you suck" He joined N-CyGen shortly after and immediately sent for field evaluation as an Elite Security Enforcer. Finally, the wayward hacker found a job he belongs in. His character can be described as "eccentric", with his habit of carrying excess items and his bad English plus his silent behavior in most situations. 8th candidate for Corbulo Squad.

Aizat – Keanan "McFarlene" - York, Great Britain

Former SAS member under a classified division led by LT. CMDR Mosby Coonts, shown exemplary performance as an operative active in counter-terrorist activities across the globe. Dishonourably discharged after leading his men to their deaths during a raid in Pripyat, Russia. Evaluated by his peers as very calm and collected during combat and even going over the call of duty to achieve impossible odds, prefers to toy with his team mates during RnR. Rarely gets pissed off and mantains a professional image at all times. However, piss him off and his carbine is the last thing you'll ever see in this world. Recruited by N-CyGen shortly after his discharged from the British Millitary. 9th candidate for Corbulo Squad.

Bizz – Abraham "Abe" McDermott - Manchester, Great Britain

Former SWAT team leader with experience of over a decade, Abraham has seen it all, done it all as an officer of the law. He fell out of the Force after a prolonged quarrel with the Chief Inspector. Carries a Desert Eagle dated back during his time as a SWAT member. "Old Reliable" he calls it. After 2 years unemployed, N-CyGen came looking for him with an offer to lead a squad that has been recently formed yet leaderless. He accepted and christened the team, Corbulo Squad. He is considered the centre of attention in the squad, bonding well with everyone. Armed with the fire in his belly and an excellent employee, he is more of an asset than a liability and could have gone far in the organization were it not for his habit of arguing with his superiors over unrealistic aims. Mesomorph by size, Abraham has been bulking up since his induction back to the life of blood and firepower. When not in full combat kit, he would always have a cigar stuck in the lip of his mouth. The last candidate for Corbulo Squad.

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Recording...Play

…July 16th 2035

*static burst

If you are receiving this recording, most likely you're some half-assed reporter breaking his ass night and day and constantly. Kissing up to your boss for a break in your career, I can go on but that's not why we sent you this tape.

You know who we are, you know the shit we've done.

This is your lucky day, here's your break, happy birthday. We need YOU to get the story out. The real truth out.

The Elfen Reid incident in 2026 was quickly contained as an isolated incident. What the millions of souls were allowed to know was simple.

A research facility owned by N-Cygenetics Corporations had been compromised in a disastrous inferno.

The cover-up given by those shit eating corporate spooks was the facility's generators going overdrive and effectively claiming every shred of research and also every shred of evidence that could be used against N-CyGen wiped out from the face of the Earth.

The public only knew the need-to-know-basis.

They don't know the fucking story as they thought they did. They weren't told of the sacrifice a group of mercenaries actually gave a shit and fought for a cause not for money and prevented hell from coming to Earth. They weren't told of what N-CyGen were doing in that godforsaken factory. How over a thousand of their employees were wiped out and written off as bad debts.

Few knew the story. Us included. We were there. We prevented the horrors from reaching the surface of this planet and for what? To be fucking hunted down like animals?

We're fucking tired of running. It's time the public knows the story, uncensored, unedited, untainted by the government and corporate fucks. Raw and pure. This is our side of the story. This is the final operation of Corbulo Squad.

December 21st 2026….

Before the shitstorm began, we were known as Corbulo Squad, part of

the N-CyGen's elite security force. You could call us mercenaries, or hired guns whichever floats your boat. I remember what we were doing before the goddamn call came in.

We were celebrating a birthday.

To be exact, Zack's birthday. He was one of us, at first glance, he seems like your average American. Don't let him fool you cos he's not. This motherfucker was once a full time Delta Force member.

Fresh from the academy, he's got what every greenhorn in a spec ops organization got. Rashness, naïve and pretty much thinks he's indestructible. He got kicked out after 3 months for raping this Jap tourist while on shore leave. Course N-CyGen recognized his talents despite his…voracious appetite. Recruited his sorry ass and put him with us.

Back to the fucking story. Right, birthday. So it was the man's 24th year on this Earth and we were in a hotel the corporation booked and covered the expenses for us. Course it was just known as employee perks.

Me and the other boys were waist high in booze and horny little whores. By the supposed living room, I saw Jacko, Eyes, McFarlene and Merkav enjoying the hired bitches doing a lap dance.

With the birthday boy fondling their asses as they grind upon the pole..

At least those whores could actually do something right other than getting impaled by dicks all day.

I remember downing the last bottle of Martel and from the corner of my eye, saw Trevor and the others having a chat near the bathroom. Seeing them doing something productive tugged my soul to go join them.

Let the birthday boy enjoy his day, you only live once they say.

Before I made it, my goddamn Iphone rang. I shouldn't have answered the call. But I did.

I remember I was outside when I finally answered.

"Corbulo definitely-hic not reporting hic-in."

The cold voice on the other side spoke.

"We apologize for the inconvenience but your services are required, Corbulo squad is to report at 2300 hours, usual place. Tonight. There's been an…incident and we need you to clean up the mess."

I snapped to my senses and lost my temper, right then and there.

"What the fuck, we're on leave! can't you get other squads for this mess. We're –"

"Busy, yes, yes, we know. Once again We're sorry. But you're the only one available and these orders come straight from the higher-ups."

Fucking Bastard's not even half sorry for pulling us back into the shit

"Fine. This better be worth it. 2300 hours today, got it."

Zack was not only the most twisted of the lot, but also had the shortest temper amongst us. Pulling him from his birthday celebration basically spelt death, slowly, painfully. And at that moment I tempted the idea of suicide….

"Abe, You did NOT just fucking accepted the shit!" roared the ex-Delta Force his voice slurred due to the heavy amount of Bacardi and Coke he's been downing into his damn system.

As soon as I mentioned that we've been called back. Birthday boy kinda lost it. He sent the paid whores away.

The others weren't too happy as well. They had mixed reactions. Some were entertaining the prospect of earning more creds, while the others were just plain pissed to be brought back after cleaning after N-CyGen's shit for the past month.

"Just shut the Fuck Up, this was not part of the plan and I'm not too happy about it either. Apparently the corporation shat in the wrong place again and we're here to wipe their ass."

This time the entire squad broke out laughing.

We spent almost an hour getting sober especially birthday boy. I was grabbing my stuff in one of the rooms when Jem gave me a sharp slap from the back. The motherfucking asshole laughed as I was stumbling around moaning in pain. I recovered and swung a left hook and he duck while taunting me to chase him.

Being lazy and all I simply walk out of the room while flipping him the bird. It was all part of my plan to get back at him. The man was too fucking impatient and it made him predictable as hell. Not a moment later Jem tapped me on my shoulder and apologized. That fucker caught the bait, hook, line and sinker. I didn't respond so he took the initiative to continue the conversation.

"So boss, we really doing this?"

I stole a quick glance at the idiots, Jacko and Eyes having a go at each other before snapping my head back to the ex-marine.

"Yeah, we don't really have much of a choice. The corporation needs us. Its what we signed up for in the first place."

Jem groaned in frustration, I took my chance at the little shit,

"Hey, asshole,"

I said suddenly. Jem turned his head towards me and before he could speak my right fist was in his face.

He collapsed to the floor trying to stem the blood from oozing out of his nose.

"Man, What The Fuck!"

I remember closing the door on him and rejoined the others waiting by the entrance of the hotel room.

Pack whistled at the mess we cooked up in the damn room.

"Boge'Moi, room service is jizzing once they look at room,"

Trevor said something but the ciggy in his mouth kept him from actually saying anything recognizable as human speech but Eyes, ever the fucking critic had something on his mind.

"But once they hear your English, my soviet friend, they'd be glad they can jizz afterwards…."

Jacko joined in….I almost wanted to blow his brains out, Eyes and Jacko with Pack never ended up good.

"Motherfucker don't go no dick homie, shizzle fo wizzle."

Then Jem came outta the room, his nose caked with dried blood staring daggers at me, but my attention shifted back to Pack.

"Say that again, Idi Na Khui and I cut balls off and use as car accessory."

I couldn't remember the details of what happened afterwards, spending almost a decade running for your life it erodes your mind. I remember us entering the meeting point. A café with a secret backdoor which led to a big facility underground. Note that we were still in civilian clothing. Our gear was stored in the local armory.

We passed by several employees as we made our way to the meeting room. Once in a while we'd stop and chat with familiar faces.

Once we reached the destination we were greeted by this hot secretary in her 30s. Most likely a MILF.

Zack gave a short growl and caught the attention of the secretary. Whose eyes widen in fear and ushered us in, all the while Eyes and McFarlene had to restrain him from his animalistic side.

We were greeted with a holo-table and once we stepped inside, the lights dimmed and the doors sealed shut.

The table lit up and holograms of our employers winked before us.

Jacko commented, "Wow that shit's new,"

I resisted the urge to say, 'Not A Single Fuck Was Given, nigger."

The air once again became thick with silence and our professionalism as grizzled elite security enforcers kicked in.

"Gentlemen we apologize for this emergency meeting, so to say."

I really set my self loose on that Bastard.

"Yeah sure, FUCK. YOU! You swiney little shitstain bitch! You do know that we were in the middle of personal business and you had to call us in? Why didn't you call the other squads? You just can't stand seeing others at ease, fucking sadist, I hope you burn in hell. I really feel sorry the little spitfuck for having to work on his Birthday. "

Each of us gave our own opinions on their bullshit. There was awkward silence for moment before Pack says,

"Make it quick, I have to use bathroom. I ate too much American food."

The hologram of the first man stepped forward, it was the same dickhead I cursed.

"Now, now that's no way to speak to your employer. We know of your personal activity but this is of the utmost importance. Do this job right and you can expect a raise."

Merkav finally spoke.

"Cut the crap and just tell us how much is this shit worth."

"3 million."

I remember Jaff choking on his own saliva at the mention of the amount. 3 fucking million. With that amount of creds, Pack the ever-car fanatic could really pimp his ride the way he's been having wet dreams about.

"3 million?" repeated Eyes.

"3 million. Each."

Some of us whistled, some scratched their chins while Jacko scratched his balls.

Zack had forgotten all about his endeavor and had perked his eyes up, 3 million could basically buy him a personal brothel in Japan.

One by one, we sealed our deal with the devils with two simple words.

"I'm In."