Chapter 2: Initiation
"TF Industry? What in the world is that?"
The man with the ski mask gazed at me, as if he couldn't believe my ignorance. He sighed, and decided to introduce me to what it was.
"Mon Ami, the TF industries is an international organization that has been active since the 1800s. This company has been controlling every event in the world since the 1850s, planting seeds of hatred and war. Whenever a war occurred, our company was there to sell quality weapons to both sides of any war. While great empires fell because of our influences, our company has grown to control the entire world."
"Do you mean ALL wars created over the years have been created by this company you speak of? Even the colonization of the Josun Empire?"
"Oui."
"THEN YOU ARE MY ENEMY! I WILL AVENGE MY FATHER'S DEATH! Burn like those Viet Kong!"
Moments before I was able to pull the trigger, the bodyguard disappeared into thin air. Before I knew it, the man was behind me, with a knife on my throat.
"Relax, mon ami. The invasion was bound to happen. Its just that, we sold the weapons to the Japanese. Nothing more, nothing less. Besides, you shouldn't forget that we actively supported your independence, by giving the Americans the fundings for the Atom bomb. If anything, our company just excellerates the rate these hostilities happen, and make sure the war is done for as long as possible. Its all business."
When I heard what the bodyguard had to say, I realized that he spoke the unbiased truth. A truth that was supposed to be hidden from the masses. Instead of trying to resist, I allowed the bodyguard continue:
"You must understand. Your employment into to TF industries is not just another wet work that earns you good amount of cash. Non. It is a privilege, and you should be honored. By inviting you, my company is inviting your country to join us as a member of the Inner Circle. Not only will your family be well fed and educated, your membership will guarantee your nation's prosperity in the future. While your countrymen will never know about it, your short term betrayal will result in true independence from the west, It will allow your nation to have the power it has deserved for so, so long. Are you sure you want to try killing me, and forsake such an opportunity?"
The man's prose was surely convincing. I couldn't let go of the possibilities my nation and I would be getting from taking this job offer. The man had won me over to his corporation.
There was something I found disturbing. The Woman behind the spy did not say a thing after her greeting, and did nothing but stare at him, without even wincing an eye. I was sure that the things the smooth talking mercenary had said directly came from the woman behind him. I guessed that the woman wasn't someone to be trifled with, so I asked my questions to the mercenary.
"I am convinced that joining your company is for the best, but, why are you offering a humble soldier to do such work. In fact, what am I supposed to do?"
"We want you to join us as a member of a special group of soldiers, brought up for a special type of warfare. In two years, we will scrap all of the wars we have today. I know what you are going to ask us. You want to know why we would do such a thing, when we thrive on selling weapons to the military. The answer is simple. Large scale wars are hard to control, and more often than not, starts becoming unprofitable for the us after a few years.
We want a sustainable war, which allows US to be the ones who control are sick of the fact that war is so expensive, and forces countries to quit fighting after a few years. Even if the war lasts, say, a decade, our Industry is always hard pressed creating new hostilities.
Lastly we also wanted a war that was popular with the masses, and appeals to their blood thirsty appetite. We want this war to be televised among the upper echelons of the society, so that no protests are made of the wars.
The final census from our company shows that elite squads fighting among themselves is the best way to achieve this objective. We can see that you have what it takes to become a member of one of our pristine troops."
"But I am just a marine! Sure, I may have been on the frontline for five years now, and I proud to call myself a veteran of a gruesome war, but a spec-ops would perform much better than me."
"Don't be so negative my friend. The reason why we chose you as a member of the TF industries is simple. You surpass a large majority of the soldiers who have earned their position as commandos. But the reason which you really shine is something else. Do you know what it is?"
"What is it?"
"Your drive. Your bloodlust, and your ability to kill without letting your conscience restraining you. It would be extreme to call all of our soldiers as 'inhumane'. But all of them share the same drive as you. An trait which is not easily found even among the elites. See, I have been watching you fight the Viet Kong guerrillas ever since you got here. Today, the smile you had when you were burning the poor men was absolutely beautiful. It was an artwork. It would be lovely to work alongside you. Consider your choices carefully, as there won't be any second chances."
"Well, I have to say, I'm interested in joining your 'squad'. I will join you as soon as possible."
When that as said, the woman behind the mercenary smiled, and proceeded to walk back to the helicopters, and the mercenary quickly followed her, before leaving him one last message."
"Sergeant Dong Hwa, a helicopter will pick you up at the HQ tomorrow morning. I will see you then."
I had so many questions, but realized that those people were running out of time, and were ready to leave. I shouted one last question to the mercenary:
"What is your name, mercenary?"
"You do not need to know my name. However, people address me as the spy. You will as well, when we fight together in Dustbowl."