Location: National Technocratic State of Brazil, ????

Date: ?????, ???? , 1993

Time: ?????

"I fail to see the importance of this information Miss"

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"Listen, I really do not understand how bones that look different yet look similar to humanity from the past would be any relevance to this current day of time."

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"Ma'am, I would sincerely recommend to not focus your time and effort on such outlandish and foolish theories, and I do not believe that goes with the line of work with your government"

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"No, my gas mask does not muffle my hearing and can you explain what satellite is? It sounds to appear to be a waste of resources."

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"…this is what your government wants?"

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"What a waste.."

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Location: Native Territories of Deseret, Tucson

Date: February 24th, 1995

Time: 9:30 am

"CODE MUTANTEM HAS BEEN ACTIVATED, THIS IS NOT A TEST"

The same lines from Command still rang through the minds of both MP's as they sit in their vehicle in complete utter silence as they simply wait for new orders to come out.

The two of them were going to speak with a high ranking soldier from the Black Guard so they relay the information back to command. Why? The two were the first to engage and dispose of the targets that caused this sudden lockdown.

They weren't afraid, not even in the slightest, but they were severely confused with the whole ordeal, first they were called in to find a man who hadn't gone home, found the man getting raped and poisoned by three women, killed the said three women and after a mere minutes of killing them did Ujaraq somehow made whatever poison he had in its system to just stop and when looking at another glance of the three women, that they finally see what they truly look like.

This was truly the first time that both were just, confused. Nothing in their training during their training could've ever be prepared for this, especially when it came with mutant forms.

And that was another issue that the MP's can't fathom over, ever sense 1962, when doomsday occurred its wrath within the surface of the planet and changing earths path to its darken surface where the sun is no longer visible to the life of earth and even after the two long years of the dark days, there was not a single recorded incident of a actual body mutation.

The only form of mutation that ever occurred after the bombs was plutonium 115. Plutonium 115 was a 'special' substance that the Soviets discovered either within the cold lands of Siberia or deserts of the Steppes. Whatever the case, it was the same substance used in the Soviet nukes when doomsday hit, that substance was meant to give off a radiation that would kill anyone alive within a couple hours or just mere minutes. It was meant to completely annihilate the enemies of the USSR and give a pathway of Utopian Communism.

It didn't do that, as while the substance by itself is very deadly, but with the taking account of mixing a few other chemicals, uranium-235 and plutonium-239. It did the exact opposite effect of what the Soviet's. Or rather now, Eurasian's, intended for it to happen.

Instead of killing or making them suffer, it changed them internally, the specifics? It was like being reminded of what happened ever since that day, the plutonium changed humanity. Humans were able to age longer, they could go on without eating or drinking for an extended periods of time, chances of getting sick was less, and they were stronger than they looked. But it never always have positive effects, the plutonium also slightly oppressed their emotions, not entirely but there is always a noticeable lack of positivity than there is, but only when looking at closely.

Only that the effects were significantly more noticeable in the North American continent, because as mutual assured destruction was said, the Soviets had the North American be nuked after nuked, if he were to guess on why the Soviets nuked the North American continent so much was because they feared a resurgence of the eagle.

Instead of killing the eagle and North America, they had made people living in those change fundamentally more than the rest world. So much so that others don't consider them as even human beings anymore or even considered roaming corpses by some.

But even with that all in mind, they still had the appearance of a regular human, while yes their lack of regular emotion of a normal human being was to take note off. They didn't suffer through any body mutations that made them grow extra limbs.

Yet, just today they discovered three females that fits the description of a mutant, yet it's mind boggling on what the type mutations was and the very specifics on which part was mutated.

Adding the foremention mutations of the counter, they only had horns, some kind of wings, and some weird shaped tail. But what he also didn't anticipate on the very clear and very explicit on the chest and on rear end. Which led to one question.

Why? What purpose does this serve? Was it suppose to make anyone attracted to it? If so, then it failed in that one task alone as both MP's didn't even notice it until they were dead in the ground.

It's makes Neal think that instead of this being an actual mutation from the bombs, that it was actually created by some disgusting Brazilian scientist who had too much interest in women that whoever they are made it so. Which also leads to how wasteful of time they did on making these…mockery's as whoever made them must've made them incredibly retarded. Just who in their right mind just rapes a man in a alley without seemly a plan to go forward.

Neal just takes out he's cap and puts he's hand on top as he just shakes he's head. The same could be said to Gladwin who has its gloved two fingers on he's forehead while just completely lost in he's own thoughts.

But that's when a Black Humvee with a man holding a turret on the top bend the corner as it entered the vincitity of the street infront of them. This caused both MP officers to immediately organize themselves to firm themselves in their seat.

When the black Humvee stopped infront of the MP's Humvee and the soldier on the top then motioned them both to step outside their vehicle, both MP's complied as they soon got off their vehicle and stood infront of their own vehicle with their hands behind their back, they looked at the Humvee infront of them as the doors of the vehicle opened.

Two soldiers of the Black Guard stepped out of the front seats revealing themselves to being shown a bluish and black themed clothing along side their armor with their assault rifles in hand. The back doors then revealed another soldier who was also wearing a mask and was holding a shotgun, the other soldier didn't had a mask nor had a weapon. The weaponless man then looked at the pair of MP's as he made he's way toward them. The MP's took once glimpse of he's rank and stood stern.

When the massless soldier was infront of the two MP's, both were first to salute to him, and in exchange he and the other Black Guard Soldiers also saluted back. Then they retracted their arms back to an idle position as the BG Soldier infront of them spoke up.

"Officer Neal, Officer Gladwin." He questioned with a dry stern tone to which both MP's nod in confirmation to their names. "Good" He then began. "I am Sargent Atwood from the Black Guard Division of Deseret, due to a unique interaction of toward three Neo-Revolutionary's and due to the nature of what they look like, you two will be under immediate questioning and you are required to answer our question with the best of to your ability. Is that understood?" He asked narrowing he's eyes upon the two MP's.

"Yes Sir" They both said in stoic unison.

The BG Sargent then looked at them both carefully to see if they looked uncertain or even hesitate in the slightest. But seeing that both Neal and Gladwin remained completely expressionless, he stopped looking at them for a minute to look back at he's driver who simply put up a thumbs up while he's other hand was holding the radio. To which he directed he's attention back to the two MP's. "When was the report of the missing person made?"

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Location: Military Junta of North America (Kansas Sector), Kansas City.

Time: 12:00 pm.

"This is complete bullshit! We are not Neo-Revolut-" But before the civilian could even finish he's sentence, a singular hit in the jaw from the metallic baton shut him up rather quickly.

"Silence" Was the only word that was dryly muttered from a soldier from the Riot Control Division. He returned a hateful glare at the soldier but kept he's mouth shut as he was promptly dragged away by other members of the RCD.

Their objective was straight forward, this abandoned five story apartment complex was under heavy suspicion of either housing Neo-Revolutionary's or a temporary safe house to record the Juntas move. Under order of RCD Commander Brent and approval of General Herman, A 2 squads of 10 soldiers each fitted to top to bottom with armor were to storm the complex and arrest everyone so for they can be identified. If they were a simple civilian, they'll be released, if they were found guilty of any kind of evidence the RCD has collected.

They'll be executed on the spot, no exceptions.

While in some cases it would be preferable to keep them alive for more information or make them give up more hideouts. It would inevitably become a detriment later on as they would need to keep them alive because they would become valuable as time digressed. So the General of the sector made the temporary order to execute any traitor when found guilty under a quick military court or if evidence is found when any traitors is still in the perimeter.

Usually it's mostly the latter that occurs most of the time.

Sargent Ewart simply looked at the now docile hallway as any occupants that was in any room was now getting themselves dragged out. Of course, they are still yet to check the last floor, the floor that was still under construction. The Sargent was slightly debriefed on the 5th floor, apparently it only has two rooms as the others are either in complete disrepair or it's completely exposed to the outside.

So to him, only two soldiers would suffice to secure the entirety of the fifth floor. Sargent Ewart then turned to the four RCD that still remained in the hallway, upon randomly spotting soldiers within he's eyesight, he immediately called them. "Private Farley, Private Bryson." He said in a authoritative cold but calm tone.

The two RCD soldiers whom he called immediately redirected their complete attention to the Sargent by turning to he's current position and raising their right arm and saluting to him, one he gave a salute back to them.

They put down their arm down and the Sargent spoke once more to the two Privates. "Clear the top floor, if anyone is up there detain them, if you find any evidence of them cooperating with the Neo-Revolutionary's, execute them on the spot"

"Affirmative sir" Both said in monotone voice as they both moved to the stairwell and made their way up the stairs. Ewart then looked at the other two soldiers still with him and he then motioned them with he's gloved hand down the staircase, they both courtly nod their heads and made their way down the stairs.

As the two RDC's went down the stairs, the Sargent then went and began followed them down as well until he stopped and momentarily looked up to hear the steps on top were still moving. With that in mind he made he's way down the steps.

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The two RDC Privates have made their way up to the final floor and, it fit the description of what the upper building look liked, a building that was certainly unfinished as some parts of the entrance still had rot in them, and it seemly looks like no one has been here for decades, but orders were orders.

The two soldiers then promptly slowly marched their way through the desolate upper floor, each step made a creek on the wood board but they digressed further, all the rooms weren't rooms worth to check thoroughly as it either had the entire ceiling collapsed in the room or just, riddled with garbage.

But then they came across one of the two that actually had a door, but compared to the others in the abandoned apartment, this one looks like it was there from the very beginning, never replaced and kept. Private Farley then went moved in front of the door to kick it open as Bryson remained to the side of the door.

They waited for any form of movement or sounds from the other side of the door.

They didn't hear anything from the room.

Not wanting to prolong any more time or wanting to give any time for anybody in the other side to make a move, the private kicked down the door in one kick as it fell forward into the room and he went in along with the other private.

When they entered the room, it was dark, not dark enough that they can't see but, dark than most other places, Bryson then pulled out it's flashlight and Farley followed suit and shined into the room.

It was what appeared to be a simple living room with most basic needs gone, such as a sink or a kitchen. But it did however appear to be a one man operating zone. If the large stacks of documents on the table, papers scattered everywhere and a radio on the side were to indicate anything, this was a Neo-Revolutionary information outpost.

"Check the documents and the papers for Neo-Revolutionary behavior" Was all Farley said to the other private in a almost robotic tone to the other private who only just went to the desk and began to ruffle through them.

As Bryson began to look at the things in place on the table, Farley got he's attention else where at another door, most likely a closet of sorts or just a unfinished bathroom, as the bedroom was intertwined with he's base of operation as he spotted just a mattress on the side.

As he slowly approached the door ready to open it wide open, he then heard Bryson say something as he placed a document down in a tone of pure spite "Neo-Revolutionary confirmed, eliminate the traitor"

Farley then immediately put away he's baton in favor of he's pistol as he pointed it toward the door while the other Private proceed do the exact same thing Farley did. The RCD soldier waited for a minute until he grabbed the knob and pulled on the door to reveal what was inside.

What he saw in the small room wasn't even a surprise in the slightest. Inside is what remained of a man laying back in a chair with its front face blown off by a shotgun blast. And looking at what the hands of man revealed that he was holding a Shawed-off shotgun.

The Private simply walked slowly to the corpse as he's eyes darted around the closet to see the gun was connected to anything, a booby trap of sorts. But nothing came.

Now being secured that there wasn't any booby traps, he then calmly went and took the shotgun away from the corpses hands and simply pulled down the barrel to see if it was empty.

It had another shell in there.

This made Private..somewhat baffled. If there was another shell, that meant he had more in storage in this closet, and to confirm this he went into the pockets of the deceased man and pulled out more shells.

Next he went and move the corpse and the chair as he made he's way through the small room founding anything else, he found a revolver, a Neo-Revolution Standard issue, and inside the wardrobe he found a M14 with a scope attached to it and beside the weapon was two magazines that were fully loaded a carton of rounds.

Now Farley was just more confused, this Neo-Revolutionary had the some firepower to make a last stand in he's apartment if he knew what the fuck the traitor was doing and if he knew he was found out ahead of time then he would've burned this apartment building down. Yet..he still committed suicide for seemly without a singular cause.

While there was the possibility that this traitor just realized how futile it was that a reestablishment of the United States was nothing more than a pipe dream and took he's own life in complete shame, or that he simply couldn't work in the any longer in the condition he was in.

Both sounded unrealistic but he couldn't think of any other reason, Farley then slowly turned he's head to the other Private to which he then slowly spoke. "You should see this" He then pulled out a piece a paper whom presumably on the floor, he then grabbed it and took a look on what it said.

T̷H̸E̵Y̸ ̶C̴A̶N̷ ̸S̸E̴E̷ ̵M̸E̶,̷ ̸T̶H̵E̶Y̴ ̷C̴R̴E̷E̶P̴ ̶U̶P̴O̴N̴ ̵T̸H̴E̷ ̸W̶A̵L̵L̴S̸,̶ ̵T̶H̴E̴Y̵ ̴W̷I̴L̶L̸ ̴E̵A̸T̵ ̷M̸E̴ ̷A̵L̸I̴V̷E̶,̴ ̶T̴H̸E̵Y̸ ̴W̴I̸L̷L̵ ̶F̵I̸N̸D̶ ̶M̴E̸

He gave the paper back to the private and just looked at the corpse of the traitor.

He went insane. Somehow, he went insane by something, and he kept referring to 'they'. Could he possibly mean that the Junta was onto to him? Possibly, but that wouldn't explain much to how he went insane. And just looking at the corpse, it looked like it's been there for a couple days, maybe just one.

And him going towards a path of insanity, that is a such a rare emotion anyone who lives in the direct territory of the Junta never has this case before, and while it could've been passed off as complete delusion. The frantic writing gave it off just showed how.. broken he seemed?

The RCD Soldier simply shook he's head and stepped outside of the room and into the hallway with the other private right behind him, he then pulled out he's hand held radio and pressed on it activating it. "Sargent. We found a deceased traitor in one of the rooms" He simply said in a stoic tone.

A reply came back to him in a dry tone. "Shot or Blunt"

The Private simply shook he's head and responded "Suicide"

"Cause and time" Came in a questioning tone.

The Private took a moment to think on he's words to say them properly, took a mental image of the body and the weapon, then he spoke. "Subject was found dead by suicide from his own shotgun, cause of this was due to he's unstable mental state, time of death is a day old at best" He said in a matter of fact tone.

There was silence for almost an entire minute, almost as the air somehow got tense around the two privates when Farley said that the cause of the man's suicide was due to him being mentally unstable.

After few more seconds, the Sargent called back. "Private Bryson, confirmation"

Bryson then grabbed ahold on he's own radio and clicked onto it. "Affirmative sir, there was multiple sources of the traitor mental health in pieces of papers of him descending into madness"

There was silence for a while until the privates were given a response. "Four RCD will be sent to the upper floor, await for their arrival and new instructions will be sent."

Both Privates were now confused by the new order, but they still responded in the same tone. "Affirmative Sir"

And with that, the radio then went cold silent, both RCD's then put the radios back into place and went back into the room in silence. Their minds were racing as confusion showed themselves to them. It was just a dead terrorist who died in a very rare case of insanity. There wasn't any special about.

Right?

Location: Spanish State , Asturias, Gijón

Time: 5:25 pm

The gas mask was starting to get onto he's fucking nerves.

The Agent simply parked he's car near a parking area near the beach to where some of the civilians would go and just have some enjoyment, whatever the hell that meant.

But no, he was called out here because of reports of bodies showing up on the beaches shores and the intervention of the Civil Guard to close the beach off to civilians. While this was sometimes rare, it wouldn't exactly catch the interest of the C.I.A nor was it something that the C.I.A would waste its time on.

It was the fact that he was sent here due to him being the nearest out of all the operatives in the country, and the frantic amounts of requests sent by the Civil Guard to make sure one of the agents were at least in this beach.

As the agent got out of he's vehicle and locking the car door and began to leave the parking lot towards to the Playa de Poniente. He's mind went through the entire place as he began to think of what possible reason he was called up here. Was the bodies affiliated with the communist insurgency in Basque? Were they high ranking officials for the Spanish State? There was multiple possibilities on such occasion.

But to him? He simply wanted to get this over with and go back onto he's actual mission and the gas mask he wore was not helping him as breathing through the gas mask that's connected to a pipe that is on he's back due to a bullshit incident happened that he can't now breathe properly outside of the North American mainland due to he's body not adjusting properly to the new oxygen supply was just frustrating as ever, but he digressed either way.

When he reached the pathway entrance of the beach, he was met with two Civil Guard whom just moments ago they were chatting about something until they saw him approaching and they immediately stiffened when he reached their presence. He merely scoffed as he went by them and went through the entrance.

The Spanish State had its fair share of problems, one of those problems was that it was in a state of civil war against the Falangists and the National Syndicalists. Ever sense the days after Nuclear War and the years that took place, Franco was the sole only uniting figure for Spain after the conflict, one that was even supported by the Military Junta due to the regime's anti-communist sentiments.

Of course it would be a complete lie that the Junta liked Franco in the slightest, not even going with discussing the views of Franco himself, the Junta just merely viewed him as an asset for the eradication of communism across the globe.

It didn't came as a surprise when the 2nd Spanish Civil War came to be when Franco died in the November of 1994. Which led the country to be limbo for a while until war was established between the Cult of Personality of Francisco Franco and the die hard Falangists and National Syndicalists.

And while the Junta itself is facing its own revolution, that doesn't mean the job just ends for the soldiers and agents overseas, the Military Cabinet made the indefinite order to stay in place and continue as normal. As such, he's operations in Spain continue as if the current revolution in North America never occurred, orders are orders.

And for the Juntas stance and the 16th Military Division stance in the whole ordeal, is to simply be neutral on both sides, as said both sides are aforementioned Anti-Communist factions, so it wouldn't do any good to support one side over the other, it was simple to let it play itself out.

The agent then snapped he's thoughts out of it when he was approached by a soldier from the Civil Guard, and if rank were to tell, he was simply a private. The soldier saluted toward him, abit he did look afraid at best when he did the gesture.

The agent, almost amused by this simply returned the courtesy of a salute back to the private. He mostly understood why the soldier looked afraid at him, it was either by the gas mask who blacked out it's eye making them unseeable from the outside. Or that he is a 6 feet 7 inch man that was above the man's height.

But whatever the case was, the Private spoke to him in a somewhat calm tone. "T-The Lieutenant is here wa-waiting for you in the beach" The soldier said in a heavily accent tone.

The agent simply nods he's head in confirmation and the soldier stepped aside for the agent to walk through and that's what he proceeded to do.

As he stepped foot into the cold dried sand of the beach, he took one look at the ocean. The water had its same dark blue scheme that stretches out for miles without end, just a constant reminder of what the Nuclear Fallout has caused to the world.

He then turned he's attention to the beach, and contrary to what the Civil Guard have said to him multiple times in the calls, That multiple bodies have been showing up in shore, but what the agent took mental note ever sense the calls was that they never stated why he needed to be here, but just requested someone to be down as soon as possible, if the Civil Guard hadn't told what was the issue was then the 16th Division would've assumed it was a communist uprising and would act accordingly immediately to swiftly put it down.

He then walked a few more steps towards the shore and was now face to face to the Lieutenant who looked to be in he's 50s but because of the Nuclear effect it had on age, he could be older than that. And he was with two of he's own personal soldiers. The Lieutenant then simply looked at him with face of..concern?

The Lieutenant was about to speak to him until the agent interrupted him. "Lieutenant." Causing the Lieutenant to stop when the agent spoke in a cold but calm tone. "Is there a reason why I am taking my time for a bunch of corpses?" He said while looking down upon him.

The agent saw the man take a moment to properly say he's words correctly until he spoke. "If…" The man began in English but with a heavy accent. "If I were to tell you in the call, you wouldn't have believed what I said.."

The agent simply slowly raised an eyebrow in he's gas mask. "What do you mean" He questioned.

"It..would be best that you take a look for yourself" He said in a sincere tone and began to walk over to one of the corpses that are covered up to which the agent then followed him.

When the two finally got up to the corpse, the Lieutenant then looked at one of he's soldiers. "Quítalo" to which the soldier simply went and placed he's hands on the cover.

The agent wasn't anticipating much from the reveal, he still had now a mental image that it would be a very burnt up corpse, and he saw this first hand of people who haven't adapted well to the plutonium in this world and when they go for a swim, that would be their final swim as they slowly burn from the water.

He then heard the removal of the cloth from the corpse, he then looked and he…

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What the fuck was he looking at?

What he was seeing right infront of him, was not something that he was expecting nor anticipating happening in he's entire life time serving the Military Junta of North America.

What he saw..how the fuck can he explain this? It appeared to be a..naked young female who appeared to be burnt alive if the horrified expression on her face who had a chunk of its flesh missing wasn't enough to tell, yet. The immediate difference from a regular person the color of her skin, it was a..bright blue color?

And other thing that caught he's attention was the tail that was, fish like? The same could be said about the legs, or. Sticks with fish parts would be much more accurate on that note, and this women had some..horns?

The agent almost cleared the lends of the gas mask of what he was seeing was reality. But clearing them showed the same thing, this was reality. This was a..human-fish hybrid of an abomination that shored up into this beach. And that was something he would have never thought off and what he was witnessing was real. The agent then simply looked at the Lieutenant who still that face of concern. "When did these bodies start turning up onto shore?"

The Lieutenant then briefly looked at him and then back at the corpse. "About an hour ago, we came here and closed off the entire beach, the Civil Guard is hoping you might have an explanation for this.." He said trailing off as he continued to look at the burnt corpse.

The agent did the same and began to analyze the body, while it was burnt, it want fire that burned it, she was boiled alive in the ocean, if the spots of showing its flesh was to indicate anything, which meant they never were exposed to Plutonium.

"Pre war." Was the sole response he gave to the Lieutenant as man beside him gave a confused look. "These..abomination of a human..was never exposed to the new world ordinance and whatever cave this thing and her compatriots lived in, must've came across the Atlantic Ocean and decided to take their final swim."

The Lieutenant then took a moment to adjust the information he was given to him. "So..your saying. That the ocean killed them? All of them?" He said using he's hand to gesture to all the other corpses covered in cloth.

The agent merely nodded as he was lost in his mind, he was given reports of..unnatural occurrences happening within the borders of the Junta. Martial Law was activated in a city of Deseret due to a discovery. A Neo-Revolutionary was found dead by suicide due to him somehow going mad, another was in Northern Canada when a report came in when some form of mutated women attacked a small town. And lastly there was one in Mexico of the local Military Personal finding some kind of makeshift base made out of wood and tents. And now this..

And that conversation he had with..a associate of his about some years ago about some ridiculous theory she found out about, and it was about mutants existing in the past from a begone era that humanity hadn't existed before, but suddenly vanishing without a trace. And he could clearly remember her being frantic about it and saying they'll..return..soon..

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This..this was bigger concern than he thought, this was bigger concern that anyone has thought, this wasn't any isolated incident

The C.I.A agent then looked at the Lieutenant and spoke in a dry cold tone. "Tell your government to lock down the entire nation"

The Lieutenant then looked at him now very confused. "W-what? What do you mean lo-" He was immediately shut up when the dead gaze of the agent was suddenly turned to him and immediately went shut, even though he couldn't see through the leds of the gas mask, he felt the gaze looking upon him.

"I do not believe I was misheard Lieutenant" The agent once more said. "Your nation needs to lockdown now, this" He then motioned he's gloved hand to the mutant corpse. "Might become bigger threat than we can possibly imagine. And sure, it might be a pathetic naked anomaly who can't even fight. But. The simple fact there was nothing recorded of a the slightest full body mutation is more than enough to be concerned. So. I won't ask again, your nation needs to be in lockdown as soon as possible." He finally ended with clear emphasis on the end.

The Lieutenant then hastily nods he's head a couple times before going towards some direction that wasn't worth noting with he's own personal soldiers once more. The Agent simply looked at the corpse once more and then walked back to the parking lot.

When he got inside of he's vehicle, he simply looked at the radio attached to the car and picked it up and pointed it to the noted coordinates, static is what was only heard from the other side until it was filled with silence.

Then a simple but dark toned voice spoke. "Speak"

"Sir" The agent began with a calm demeanor. "The unnatural cases in North America has been reported in Francoist Spain" He took a pause before speaking once more. "It's bigger than we have perceived it to be"

There was complete silence in the other side of the operator seemed to be collecting he's thoughts, that's when the man on the other side spoke. "Disregard the last mission. Await for new orders. Glory to the Military Junta" And with that, the line went dead leaving the agent to alone in his thoughts.

He didn't like this, he didn't in the slightest. He can only hope that she was wrong about everything.

Location: ????

Date: ????, ????, 1648

Time: ????

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"Oh?~ What strange place this is~ So many humans~ so many free husbands to go around~"

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"Such a shame that we can't have this world freed from the unrelenting violence it causes, but we are concerned elsewhere"

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"But~ Fufufu~ Mark my words~ This world will become a paradise soon enough!~ None shall resist our looks when we come back~"

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Not quite sure if this would be considered as a good chapter, but hey. What is done is done. But one reminder.

This ain't the modern world we know of, this is a different earth of sorts. And no it doesn't just wave off in the Cuba Crisis simply going hot, there are multiple factors that change the world that begin around the 19th century. Just pointing it out there before y'all get confused on the chapter on how it is.