Prologue
Additional Team
If on this very day, you were to wonder-
'Who actually controls the government?'
You'd end up with a bullet in your head, right in-between the eyes.
It was this very question, that had people thinking- and they would form conspiracies. Lots of them.
'Aliens are controlling the higher powers, so that we will be converted into aliens! '
'We're all gonna die in a fireball because those fancy-suits want money! '
'What Am I Doing Here? '
These were the daily claims of the tin-foil-hat-theorists. Of course, none of them were true: yet they made sense.
In the eyes of the Administrator, this was normal. The old witch normally sent the young- agile and deadly, Ms. Pauling to clean up whatever mess happened.
'We don't want TF Industries! '
Ms. Pauling sent them packing; 6 ft. under.
This is TF Industries.
The company controlling the World, on puppet-strings.
If you didn't know- or didn't read the briefing:
We're adding another Nine Mercenaries to the mix. Nine additional, on a side.
What do you mean you don't know what this means?
Right- get out. Now!
Oh, and the rest of you good listeners: Don't take notice of any loud bang-bang sounds.
Anyways, back to business.
We hope that the additional mercs will improve the state of this war, also to make it interesting.
Well, conference over.
Everyone out.
"Attention. REDs, you'll be receiving Nine new Recruits in Three Days. In return for Less Advantages. If any problems arise, speak to me, the Administrator, or Redmond Mann. This is Pauling, Out."
"New recruits! Good. They will be kissing my new Training Regime! "
"Heh, ain't nah Recruit gonna beat me in running, fo' sure!"
"Heavy would like some new friends..."
"Interesting..."
