Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Aug 21, 2016 18:39:05 GMT
(OOC: This takes place a couple of weeks after the UN summit and a few days before a Russian announcement that will happen later this evening.)
The air beneath the ground was cold and stale, filled with the sounds of the coughs and wheezes of the damned. However, in one room, another sound was heard that was different from the rest: screams of pure, unadulterated terror. In a room below ground, two men tortured one of five soldiers from the five major powers. While four of them remained unconscious in a chair, one of them, Huey Emmerich, was currently situated in a large room, sat by his own bionic legs.
"Have you had enough yet?" a heavily modulated voice asked.
"I swear, I've given you everything I know! I've given you weapons, money, everything!" he pleaded desperately, "Please let me go!"
"No...You're hiding something from us, and you are going to tell me everything you know about the North American Union and its state-side defenses!" An armored fist then punched the man across the face, resulting in a pained cry, "Now, I'm going to ask nicely one last time, or I'll start breaking bones..." The owner of the voice was a man in a high-tech suit, most likely privately owned. He stood above Emmerich with piercing blue-colored eyes over what appeared to be a dark mask.
"I've told you everything I know about state-side defense! Please, just let me go!" The figure then wheeled around and kicked the man to the ground, grabbing the remote that controlled his bionic legs and pressing down on the override button. The man's left leg then began to unfold from a sitting position and start bending his knee backwards, causing him to cry out in terror as his abuse at the hands of this man would go on.
"Komodo! Enough," a raspy voice stated from the shadows. The man, now identified as "Komodo," turned around to hear the sound of footsteps, accompanied by an equally loud thud from a cane. The man stepped out of the shadows to reveal a dusty, dirty trenchcoat, where upon several canisters and vials of an orange liquid were strapped on. In his left hand, he held a cane with an arm rest on it, helping him to walk, while his right arm possessed a strange gauntlet with the same vials and a group of four hypodermic needles upon it. His left leg was encased in a leg brace, and his skin was pallor and deathly in color, symbolizing a lack of going out into the sun. The coat itself came up into a hood that covered the man's head, but exemplified the dead quality of his face. It was tattered and ragged, a combination of burlap and dead skin, with pale, dry eyes that seemed to pierce one's soul. Two gas mask filters were surgically attached to chin, whether to help him raspily breath or to add to a creep-factor was all up to the imagination. The man before the soldier walked past him and knelt down to Huey, looking at him with a sense of malice that could only be described as evil.
"Huey, you have been very cooperative with me these past few weeks, but I have a plan, and I need you to give me details. If you don't, I'll have to resort to...alternative methods," he said in an almost rasped, deep voice that penetrated the man's soul. The dead man walking then showed his gauntlet to Huey, who began to panic as he realized what was in it.
"Please, no! I've told you all I can!" he cried, "Help! Someone, please!" The needles drew ever closer to his skin, ready to pierce it like a snake's fangs.
The pair of conspirators later walked out of the room and into the hallway of the facility they called home.
"I could've gotten answers out of him eventually, Omar." The crippled man, Omar, turned to Komodo and stared at his eyes as he hobbled along, using the cane he possessed as support.
"Fear brings more to light than crudely intimidating oneself," Omar drawled.
"And yet, intimidation got most of our answers. Why can't we attack now?!"
"Patience, my Liberator. You will have your vengeance against those who wronged you, and I will have my fun. But first, we must test our might against one of the greater powers."
"And how do you plan to do that?"
"A little game I like to call ciphertext." Komodo cocked his head to the side as Omar turned a corner and walked to the bunker of a room that he called home, ready to make his announcement to the world in a big way.
The air beneath the ground was cold and stale, filled with the sounds of the coughs and wheezes of the damned. However, in one room, another sound was heard that was different from the rest: screams of pure, unadulterated terror. In a room below ground, two men tortured one of five soldiers from the five major powers. While four of them remained unconscious in a chair, one of them, Huey Emmerich, was currently situated in a large room, sat by his own bionic legs.
"Have you had enough yet?" a heavily modulated voice asked.
"I swear, I've given you everything I know! I've given you weapons, money, everything!" he pleaded desperately, "Please let me go!"
"No...You're hiding something from us, and you are going to tell me everything you know about the North American Union and its state-side defenses!" An armored fist then punched the man across the face, resulting in a pained cry, "Now, I'm going to ask nicely one last time, or I'll start breaking bones..." The owner of the voice was a man in a high-tech suit, most likely privately owned. He stood above Emmerich with piercing blue-colored eyes over what appeared to be a dark mask.
"I've told you everything I know about state-side defense! Please, just let me go!" The figure then wheeled around and kicked the man to the ground, grabbing the remote that controlled his bionic legs and pressing down on the override button. The man's left leg then began to unfold from a sitting position and start bending his knee backwards, causing him to cry out in terror as his abuse at the hands of this man would go on.
"Komodo! Enough," a raspy voice stated from the shadows. The man, now identified as "Komodo," turned around to hear the sound of footsteps, accompanied by an equally loud thud from a cane. The man stepped out of the shadows to reveal a dusty, dirty trenchcoat, where upon several canisters and vials of an orange liquid were strapped on. In his left hand, he held a cane with an arm rest on it, helping him to walk, while his right arm possessed a strange gauntlet with the same vials and a group of four hypodermic needles upon it. His left leg was encased in a leg brace, and his skin was pallor and deathly in color, symbolizing a lack of going out into the sun. The coat itself came up into a hood that covered the man's head, but exemplified the dead quality of his face. It was tattered and ragged, a combination of burlap and dead skin, with pale, dry eyes that seemed to pierce one's soul. Two gas mask filters were surgically attached to chin, whether to help him raspily breath or to add to a creep-factor was all up to the imagination. The man before the soldier walked past him and knelt down to Huey, looking at him with a sense of malice that could only be described as evil.
"Huey, you have been very cooperative with me these past few weeks, but I have a plan, and I need you to give me details. If you don't, I'll have to resort to...alternative methods," he said in an almost rasped, deep voice that penetrated the man's soul. The dead man walking then showed his gauntlet to Huey, who began to panic as he realized what was in it.
"Please, no! I've told you all I can!" he cried, "Help! Someone, please!" The needles drew ever closer to his skin, ready to pierce it like a snake's fangs.
The pair of conspirators later walked out of the room and into the hallway of the facility they called home.
"I could've gotten answers out of him eventually, Omar." The crippled man, Omar, turned to Komodo and stared at his eyes as he hobbled along, using the cane he possessed as support.
"Fear brings more to light than crudely intimidating oneself," Omar drawled.
"And yet, intimidation got most of our answers. Why can't we attack now?!"
"Patience, my Liberator. You will have your vengeance against those who wronged you, and I will have my fun. But first, we must test our might against one of the greater powers."
"And how do you plan to do that?"
"A little game I like to call ciphertext." Komodo cocked his head to the side as Omar turned a corner and walked to the bunker of a room that he called home, ready to make his announcement to the world in a big way.