Enlistment
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He stepped out onto the grass.
They crisped under his feet.
The time: 2.13a.m, 12th April, year 3067A.D.
"I hope he won't mind me for being a few minutes late," saboteur specialist Johnny Terng said to himself. "I've known Ang like a brother..."
He went to the watch tower and checked the mounted machine gun. "All in order," he thought to himself. He found a note on the small table holding a flask of coffee. It read,"Don't fall asleep! Sorry, gone on a mission. Here's some coffee. - Ang"
Johnny screwed open the flask. "Strong mexican brew. Good taste. Thanks Ang," he said to no one in particular. Ryan Ang and Johnny have been friends since five years ago, when they were in the CCMT[B], or Confederal Compulsary Military Training [Boys only].
A young man appeared. He seemed like a person from Country Federal Code 130, or Vietnam. Johnny immediately grabbed hold of the gun and trained it on the man. He aimed a little bit right, and fired. The man immediately looked up after he heard the loud blast of firing, and silent wooshing of the wind as the laser sliced through the air and earth as a knife through butter. He straightened his tie and shouted," Hey! Please-ah do-ah not-tah shoot-tah!"
Johnny looked back and said,"Who are you?"
The man said nothing, just climed up the ladder to the outpost, and almost got electrocuted. "I'll turn off the shock charge for you."
A depressing sound, and the man walked up to Johnny.
"Ahh! Good e-vah-ning. Me be agent for the Rebel Refugee Militia."
Johnny was taken aback. The fact that the Rebel Refugee Militia, or RRM for short, had come back to the Milky Way [especially whack here on Earth] from galaxy Siruqoi 32F7 meant that they had not been able to change it to inhabitable standards [as Earth officials declared], or they had decided to strike back.
The man started again, this time with a better accent.
"We, at RRM, have decided to finally overthrow the corrupted government of the Milky Way. Now, I want to give you an offer you cannot resist. I offer you $3 million CP, a new identity, and a high-ranking position in the RRM. The time for communism to rule has come. We have controlled..."
Johnny was in a mental whirlwind. $3 million dollars of universal credit! And a new identity if found out! He was thinking about what he could do with the money, and missed the words "Cuba", "North Korea", "Russia", "Al-Queda"...
His mind cliked back to action.
"...the corrupted government must be taken by force! We must clense the world of corrupted democracy, with the clean and pure communist government!"
"But if I decide not to do it?" Johnny still had his doubts.
"Then I kill you," the man said, with a knife to his throat, put there quick as lightning.
Johnny thought of the disgusting pay of $1800 a month, and decided to take the job.
"What do I have to do?"
"Bomb the Confederal Nuclear Research Facility, the Biological Weapons Facility of the Confederation and the Dangerous Chemicals Testing Facility for the Confederation.
"Then, go to the Kennedy Spaceport..."
"But that's been down for at least a century!" Johnny exclaimed.
"It still works. Trust the RRM. As I was saying, go to the spaceport, and take us the XSR-9820-S. We will be waiting at Leningred."
"CNRF, BWFC, DCTF then Ken SP," Johnny said to himself. "Consider it done, my comrade,"
"Have fun with this money. Bombs are also in there."
The man left.
Johnny opened the case, and did a quick 2 minute count.
$3 million CP.
And six Quantum-Destruction Molecule bombs.
"Consider it done..."
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He stepped out onto the grass.
They crisped under his feet.
The time: 2.13a.m, 12th April, year 3067A.D.
"I hope he won't mind me for being a few minutes late," saboteur specialist Johnny Terng said to himself. "I've known Ang like a brother..."
He went to the watch tower and checked the mounted machine gun. "All in order," he thought to himself. He found a note on the small table holding a flask of coffee. It read,"Don't fall asleep! Sorry, gone on a mission. Here's some coffee. - Ang"
Johnny screwed open the flask. "Strong mexican brew. Good taste. Thanks Ang," he said to no one in particular. Ryan Ang and Johnny have been friends since five years ago, when they were in the CCMT[B], or Confederal Compulsary Military Training [Boys only].
A young man appeared. He seemed like a person from Country Federal Code 130, or Vietnam. Johnny immediately grabbed hold of the gun and trained it on the man. He aimed a little bit right, and fired. The man immediately looked up after he heard the loud blast of firing, and silent wooshing of the wind as the laser sliced through the air and earth as a knife through butter. He straightened his tie and shouted," Hey! Please-ah do-ah not-tah shoot-tah!"
Johnny looked back and said,"Who are you?"
The man said nothing, just climed up the ladder to the outpost, and almost got electrocuted. "I'll turn off the shock charge for you."
A depressing sound, and the man walked up to Johnny.
"Ahh! Good e-vah-ning. Me be agent for the Rebel Refugee Militia."
Johnny was taken aback. The fact that the Rebel Refugee Militia, or RRM for short, had come back to the Milky Way [especially whack here on Earth] from galaxy Siruqoi 32F7 meant that they had not been able to change it to inhabitable standards [as Earth officials declared], or they had decided to strike back.
The man started again, this time with a better accent.
"We, at RRM, have decided to finally overthrow the corrupted government of the Milky Way. Now, I want to give you an offer you cannot resist. I offer you $3 million CP, a new identity, and a high-ranking position in the RRM. The time for communism to rule has come. We have controlled..."
Johnny was in a mental whirlwind. $3 million dollars of universal credit! And a new identity if found out! He was thinking about what he could do with the money, and missed the words "Cuba", "North Korea", "Russia", "Al-Queda"...
His mind cliked back to action.
"...the corrupted government must be taken by force! We must clense the world of corrupted democracy, with the clean and pure communist government!"
"But if I decide not to do it?" Johnny still had his doubts.
"Then I kill you," the man said, with a knife to his throat, put there quick as lightning.
Johnny thought of the disgusting pay of $1800 a month, and decided to take the job.
"What do I have to do?"
"Bomb the Confederal Nuclear Research Facility, the Biological Weapons Facility of the Confederation and the Dangerous Chemicals Testing Facility for the Confederation.
"Then, go to the Kennedy Spaceport..."
"But that's been down for at least a century!" Johnny exclaimed.
"It still works. Trust the RRM. As I was saying, go to the spaceport, and take us the XSR-9820-S. We will be waiting at Leningred."
"CNRF, BWFC, DCTF then Ken SP," Johnny said to himself. "Consider it done, my comrade,"
"Have fun with this money. Bombs are also in there."
The man left.
Johnny opened the case, and did a quick 2 minute count.
$3 million CP.
And six Quantum-Destruction Molecule bombs.
"Consider it done..."