Post Nine Eleven
Report: Report # 9
Operations
on X-Day a success, the following targets were hit: Cruise missile
attack on the pentagon completed. Cuban freedom fighters were used
for the suicide assault on the Twin Towers. Funds will be rerouted to
the exiles. British fleet in the Middle East has been rerouted under
the directions of sector nine.
Transmission End.
"What the fuck…?" Slamming his
fists onto the keyboard, John wasn't sure if he was pissed at this
revelation, or the fact that he risked his life for it. It did
however, shattered the Agent's purpose within life. He originally
joined up with the CIA for the purpose of safeguard the American
people from the harms of themselves and the nations around them. Yet
he loathed their ignorance of all which was around them, though every
questionable deed was for them. It at least gave him purpose. But now
he had none, everything was now as meaningless as serving as the
intelligence agency.
"Don't tread too much on it, dear."
The distinct clicking sound of an automatic handgun pecked his ears.
"Turn around slowly."
Smith had no choice but to obey. But as he did, the platinum haired vixen in the security suit clicked a button on her utility belt. An echo of crimson light twirls around her body, as the very image of this deceiving angel changes.
"Long time no see, Smith."
"Nina." The holographic image around her fades with a sparkling flicker. The security services uniform transforms into the urban combat uniform of the invaders. Nothing but shock registers in Smith's eyes as his ex appears in the flesh. Her Asian eyes lock onto hers, the devilish smirk still upon her face.
"You haven't changed one bit." She comments with a cool tone.
"And he doesn't need to." Nina grins as the barrel of a revolver touches her face. With shaky fingers, Emery aggressively aims with her remaining strength.
"What are you really after?" Smith narrows his eyes, but doesn't dare to take the gun away from her.
"The restoration of the period when warriors such as us, lived as we should."
"That's insane." Julie spat, her eyes wide with determination.
"I won't let you, Nina." Turning around, he reroutes the report onto a torrent.
"Jonathan, my dear- why must you continue to fight?"
"Because he truly believes that there is something worthy to fight for?"
"What? What is there to fight for? The people? They don't care. They don't even care for history. This country was built on the backs of oppression, so don't you dare say to fight for freedom. Don't you dare say you fight for justice; the very intelligence agency you work supports dictators. All this information can be found on simple websites, such as an online encyclopedia like Wikipedia. But nobody cares, everyone stays ignorant. "
Blinking once, Smith contemplates his fate. What had he been fighting for all along? The crusade against ignorance…everything snapped into place.
"I'm fighting for what is morally right. Without it, society can't be healthy."
"What the hell are you talking-"In a state of shock, her head ceases to exist. Blood and flesh can be seen clinging onto Agent Smith's uniform. Dusting himself off, he moves the wireless mouse onto the send button. Emery drops to the ground in disbelief, her revolver still smoking lays on the floor.
"John… what are we going to do now?"
The bloody man wipes a dash of crimson from his forehead. Leaning over, he picks up his M93R and turns the safety back on.
"Hope that somebody out there has enough courage to look at the other side of things. And to question the morality of the government which is elected by the people. After all, if we placed them into power. We have at least the obligation to understand what they are doing."
