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There's the strange obscure silence that wraps up someone who's taken with fear and shock. The bullets whistled past Wally's face. Inside, his heart raced like a cheetah who had run into a full pride of lions. Suddenly frightened; vulnerable. Despite all of his mental preparation Wally was like any other scholar pushed into a warzone. His clammy hands gripped his automatic rifle, and he felt the sleek brutality of the weapon. The power that lay within the mechanics of it, all controlled by his trigger finger and where he aimed. There were few men in his squad, but he couldn't hide like this. He had to think, now. There weren't many items at their disposal. Either remain and return fire, retreat, or test out some experimental weaponry. Moving a large black metal case in front of him, he worked through the massive passcode with ease. The redhead pulled the case open slowly and looked at the coconut sized grenade. The 'nade was an experimental test to determine the potency of what was called "Kobra-Venom". The normal form of the serum would be released as a toxic gas that would have a reverse effect - sapping the life out of those who came in contact with it. That was Wally's hypothesis at least.

Before all the fighting, the ginger had been a junior scientist for the government's experimental research facility. With his quick thinking and master chemical skills, he quickly climbed the ranks. Within a couple years he became a head scientist, and one of the creators of several chemical weapons, such as the Kobra-Venom. He had been planning for the revolution since the very beginning of his career. During his college years Wally had seduced professors into providing information for him, gaining him a head start on the track to being a government employee. Through this process he learned all about the corruption that was spread throughout the government. In this era, where everyone who was still a working citizen was required to have a brain-chip and often further upgrades to their biology, there was plenty of room for the government to snoop around in the minds of the civilians. It wasn't until the end of his senior year at college that Wally and his partner in crime, Dick, figured out how to neutralize a brain-chip without letting the authorities know something was wrong. The brain-chip was then programmed with hundreds of thousands of thoughts that would be viewed easily by the government and arrayed in such a way that the automatic screenings that occurred would not pick up anything suspicious. The thoughts on the chip were not always the same either; the perfected randomization was a simulation of human thoughts on an extremely minute scale. As long as they didn't read Wally's thoughts for several days at once they would notice nothing odd.

That gave them the opportunity to scheme after college. A few more like-minded citizens joined their cause as well. In incredibly small increments their new team released the truth to the public. Harmless details, nothing that was technically illegal really. It was all practically common knowledge, but those who knew never asked or snooped around to see if their suspicions were true. Megan would spread the rumors through the lips of sultry waitresses and the like. Wally would gather the information and relay it to Dick, who would create the untraceable leak of data. Roy would be the one to travel around and find those who had heard the truth and believed it. He'd recruit the followers, forming a secret mass of citizens who were willing to later become an armed rebellion. It was all a neat, structured plan that had gone like clockwork. A experimental bomb had been left ticking by Wally in the research facility. Only a couple of other scientists survived. Roy gave orders to followers to meet at specific locations - four to be exact. One of each of the team was there to guide the followers. Dick secured some key data and wiped what he could from the government's sealed files. Then, they sent one more untraceable message straight to the United States Council.

War was coming.

Everyone had to have their brain-chips removed. It was a gruesome process and some did not survive. An alteration of the Kobra-Venom saved some. The surgeons they had recruited were given ranks of honor already, considering the brain-chips were half of the battle. They were almost entirely responsible for all of the fear and worry. There was so much the government could do with them, considering the chip was often hooked up to most parts of the brain, and the list of affected areas was almost unending as the government continued development. The National Army utilized this to become some of the most feared soldiers in history. Emotions were limited by the chip, making the soldiers foolhardy but ruthless. They took orders completely, as there was no room for objection. If anyone had the mind to object, they were killed. It was another simple process for the government to manipulate.

The rebellion was outnumbered and was up against inhuman enemies. However, a major strength can be transformed into a crushing weakness. With all chips removed from those in the rebel army, a pulse to shut off all electronics within range was harmless to them. It was deadly for the National Army. It would either kill the soldiers by frying their brains outright, or the sudden shock of released signals from the chip would cause them immense brain damage. The government worked to fight this weakness, however, and unfortunately, they were rather quick to figure it out. They were also quick to retaliate, and it became more than just a firefight. It was a technological massacre.

That's what required Wally to resort to devastating weapons. To shiver when he imagined all the pain he was to inflict. How, to survive, he had to become inhuman as well.

So he pulled the safety pin. He watched the 'nade as it flew through the air and rolled across to the feet of the soldiers. Wally nearly forgot to tell his men to put on their gas masks. It was unlikely the venom would reach them, but Wally wouldn't take any risks. He plugged his ears tightly and screwed his eyes shut. He couldn't watch, only hear the screams and know he had been right about the potency of the grenade.

It was only a couple minutes until the screaming stopped. As general, Wally took his rifle in hand and went to make sure all the soldiers had passed on with the vapors.

No one, especially not Wally, expected a smoke bomb to roll over to his ankles and incase him in a cloud of gas. As the butt of a gun jabbed into the back of Wally's head, his last thought went along the lines of, "I'm a fucking idiot."