Highly Lethal

by FlamingBlaze

In the year 2043, everything has gone wrong. The world is ruled by a ruthless organization, using their army to enforce their rule. Many live in fear, most being on the run. The organization has ordered its army to kill all it comes into contact with. Will Percy Jackson, a highly-trained individual and his team be able to save Humanity from this cruel organization?

1. Prologue

The metal barrel of a gun glinted in the darkness, shining. Its carrier stood at attention, his helmet visor focused on the hologram in front of him. In the darkness, his iron high-tech armor glowed, with the occasional flashing light.

"Greetings, sir." The armored soldier said, his voice echoing in the silence.

The man shown in the holograph grunted. "Hmph. Major Graham. I presume you are at the Silenix Canal?"

"Affirmative." He shifted in position, standing straighter.

"We have received high-priority orders from the President himself," The short, plump man said in response. His brown suit looked ill-fitted on him.

"Which is, Spokesman David?" Major Graham asked.

The spokesman yawned, and the Major stiffened. He did not like this person, not at all. The spokesman was not concentrated on his work. "The Lord says, all found unlicensed beings must be killed immediately. We fear they might be a threat to our organization."

"Yes Sir!" The Major saluted. The hologram in front of him flickered, David saying: "Yes yes. Well now, I'm off for some tea." Then the hologram flickered off.

The Major turned around, annoyed with the Spokesman. Why someone like him would be hired as spokesman, he did not know. Graham slung his assault-rifle over his shoulder then flicked on the lights. In a place with poor connection like this, lights would have to be turned off for best quality. Annoying, but necessary. Graham readjusted his helmet, wirelessly linked it up with the intercom system. He spoke into the speaker:

"Attention all soldiers. We have received commands from the President to kill all unlicensed beings, as they might pose a threat. Major out." He finished the command, finger leaving the intercom speaker button on the side of his helmet.

Graham left his tent, flaps swinging shut behind him. He spotted quite a few armored troops guarding the base, but they were chatting and not paying attention. The order-loving major walked over, and immediately they returned to their stations.

A soldier ran over, and stopped beside the major. He saluted. "Sir!" He barked. "Our radar shows an unlicensed individual making his way through the forest about 1.703 miles away from here. Orders?"

The major turned to face the soldier. "Deploy Team Phi. Tell them to bring him back alive."

"Sir yes sir!" The soldier shouted, and turned to run towards Command Center.

A/N: Who could this be? Sorry for the short chapter. After all, it's only a prologue. Please, review!