CTO Sonic
Gasmasks.
They always wore gasmasks. It was a symbol.
Of their facelessness
Of the fact that they ceased to consider themselves human beings long ago, instead becoming an ideal given form.
Of the fact that they no longer wished to breath the same air that the world breathes, for it has been poisoned by the corruption in our breath.
They were the Umbra, and they had a plan.
They sat around in a dark room underground. Above it there was simply nothing but sand, rocks, and weeds for miles. In order to get in, you actually had to dig about a yard underground and then pull out a chest. If you opened the chest, a bomb inside would go off, killing you. If you didn't fall into temptation, you could open a rather unnoticeable trap door and enter down the stairs.
The room wasn't very aesthetically pleasing. It had brick walls and a gravel floor. There were computer screens built into the wall, and what might be called "bunk chairs" let up to the 20 foot ceiling, which had to be climbed in order to access them. On one screen came a symbol of upside-down stick figure of sorts, the insignia for their order.
The man at the computer was wearing noise cancelling headphones. He heard a digitized voice.
"Terminate subject STH and all affiliates. This is our Countdown To Omega." said the voice.
On the screen came a picture of Sonic the Hedgehog.
