Brigadier General D. H. Kim Dae-ho sat solemnly behind his imposing desk, surrounded by the dark and somber walls of his Neo Seoul office. A faint glow emanated from the recording device before him, enveloping the room in an eerie ambiance. The general's sharp gaze fixed upon the device as it played the account of a covert task force operation conducted by GBF, the enigmatic secret service agency of Soviet Germany. The foreign voices, speaking in hushed German tones, infiltrated his consciousness, demanding his utmost attention.
Carefully, he listened, his senses honed to decipher the secrets hidden within the cryptic whispers. The voices bore the hallmarks of strategizing, their hushed tones conspiring to achieve an unknown objective. Like a spider weaving its intricate web, the operatives orchestrated their moves in the shadows, plotting with calculated precision. Only the faint hum of machinery and the hushed whispers of operatives penetrated the thick silence. General Kim Dae-ho leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on the speaker.
Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered by the eruption of beam shots and the thunderous reverberation of explosions. The once calm voices on the recording were drowned out by the panicked screams of soldiers caught in the maelstrom of chaos. The sheer brutality of the assault echoed through the room, leaving a haunting imprint upon the general's conscience.
The recording, a chilling testament to the ruthlessness of the operation, was abruptly severed, leaving an unsettling void in its wake.
The general's fingers tapped impatiently on the desk, a rhythmic dance of frustration and determination. The truth had revealed itself with stunning clarity. It was unmistakable; the handiwork belonged to the Red Star.
"Bastard," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice tinged with a mix of disdain and frustration. The Red Star that had once been a single part of a larger and complex experiment was slowly turning into their nightmare. The fact that he was able to move far beyond the borders of United Korea, infiltrating even a heavily fortified and secure country like Soviet Germany meant that he wouldn't be able to keep his existence a secret for too long. The walls were closing in, and the inevitable revelation of his existence loomed in the shadows.
Kill the failed project by utilizing the connection that he had with higher-ups inside GBF. At least, that was supposed to be the plan. How many men had they done it to before, thought Kim Dae-ho. Even he, in his early days, had fulfilled such a mission— hunting a traitor turned rogue agent. His superiors, gripped by fear that he might spill their secrets to rival agencies, had resorted to the ultimate solution — termination. Under the cover of darkness, Kim Dae-ho and his squad had infiltrated Base Camp Silo, his two searing beams of fire ending the life of the man who once wore the same uniform as him. That was the modus operandi. That was how it had always been.
Lino Park's voice crackled through the phone, filling the void with frantic words, as if desperate to drown out the deafening silence. "Perhaps it is time to inform the Prime Minister of our predicament," he suggested, seeking solace in the reassuring sound of his own voice. "We had to bend over backwards in order to get the GBF to work alongside us, and now that their task force has been annihilated, it's- it's just not looking good for us at all.."
Kim Dae-ho's thoughts snapped back to the enigma that was Red Star, a brutal force that defied comprehension. "Do not inform the Prime Minister," he retorted, his tone firm and resolute. "This was an oversight. We didn't hand over necessary information regarding the special case that is Red Star."
"An oversight?!" The Statesman, who had been a silent observer on the call, erupted in a cacophony of anger. His voice thundered through the room, a tempestuous storm seeking release. "The assigned task force has been completely annihilated, and you're chalking it up to an- an oversight?!" Kim Dae-ho merely nodded, unfazed by the outburst. "I do not consider it a mere oversight. However, they must perceive it as such. An entire task force decimated by a solitary individual? Such an appalling display undermines the credibility of any covert agency. People are desperate to safeguard their positions, and we shall provide them with a plausible scapegoat. They will do the rest on their own."
Silence descended upon the call, thickening the atmosphere with uncertainty. Lino Park, finally breaking the quietude, spoke with a measured tone. "Suppose I refrain from reporting to the Prime Minister," he contemplated, his voice tinged with trepidation. "What's your plan on dealing with the situation? I trust you to have a plan, don't you?"
Kim Dae-ho, his mind a whirlwind of calculated strategies, stroked his chin pensively. "The GBF will undoubtedly yearn for redemption following the catastrophic failure of their previous operation," he mused. ""I propose that we send one of our own to collaborate with them. A joint operation of sorts."
"...One of our own?" Lino Park's voice dripped with an icy detachment, devoid of emotion.
Kim Dae-ho paused, allowing the weight of his words to hang in the air. "Silver Fox," he declared, breaking the silence. The Statesman's reaction was immediate, a torrent of indignant protestations filling the room. "Silver Fox?! You intend to replace one problem with another?"
"The problem lies solely with Red Star," Kim Dae-ho affirmed calmly. "Silver Fox will not be an issue. Rest assured, we only need to contend with Red Star." The room fell into stillness once more, interrupted only by Lino Park's measured response.
"If this plan fails, you do realize I will have no choice but to inform the Prime Minister," he warned.
"I know," Kim Dae-ho replied with unwavering resolve. "I'm prepared."
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"There!" Isaac's voice rang out with an electrifying edge, his heart racing with anticipation. Without a moment's hesitation, he unleashed a fierce shout and urged his dragon forward, tapping its flank with urgency.
"Hyup!"
"Damn it!" Maria blurted out, frustration seeping into her voice. "He found the Flash?! How the hell did he manage that?"
The question hung in the air, swirling with a mix of awe, frustration, and disbelief, but she had no time to decipher the secret. The chase intensified as the dragons raced through the sky, their wings slicing through the air with purpose.
"Quick! Hobi!" Edgar patted the side of his dragon, guiding it to follow Issac without giving him an opportunity to get ahead.
"I guess we gotta do the same huh.." Beaver rubbed his nose and assumed a serious expression as his chubby dragon shot forward, followed by Enrique and his twin headed dragon.
WHOOSH!
On the ground, a shiver coursed through the hidden depths of the Mavidwar Forest as the Flash, concealed amidst the dense foliage, sensed Isaac's approach. Its wings twitched with nervous energy, a sign of impending danger. In a fleeting moment, the creature surveyed its surroundings before vanishing into the shadows with astonishing swiftness.
Isaac's eyes widened, his heart pounding with anticipation. "I found you!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement. He tightened his grip on the reins, his fingers trembling with a mix of determination and adrenaline. "It's got nowhere to hide! Come on!"
As Isaac and his dragon charged forward, the forest became an intricate obstacle course. Isaac's mind buzzed with a mix of concentration and anticipation. He had to navigate his colossal dragon through the narrow gaps, threading the needle between gnarled branches and twisted roots. The thrill of the chase surged through his veins, fueling his movements, 'we're not stopping now!'
"Shit!" Maria exclaimed, her eyes widening as she watched Isaac dive fearlessly into the heart of the forest. Without missing a beat, she pulled hard on the reins, bringing her dragon to a more cautious speed.
"Is that guy out of his mind?!" Edgar, arriving just in time to witness the daring maneuver, mirrored Maria's shock. His eyebrows shot up, his voice laced with disbelief. "You've gotta be kidding me!"
Maria clicked her tongue, a mixture of frustration and concern crossing her face. She gave Edgar a short glance, a shrug punctuating her disbelief. "Either he's one reckless fool who doesn't give a damn about his own safety," she mused, her tone tinged with incredulity, "or he's some kind of dragon-riding prodigy, so confident in his skills that he takes on dense forests like a walk in the park."
She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing. "I'm honestly too scared to believe the latter."
Edgar's lips twisted into a wry smile as he considered Maria's words. The gravity of the situation settled in, tempered by a touch of caution. "Can't say I blame you," he replied, his voice laden with a mix of concern and amusement.
"Steady now," Isaac muttered under his breath, his voice a whisper against the rustling foliage. He could feel the flash getting closer and closer, and a smile was slowly forming on his lips. 'You've got this. This is it..."
The dragon, responding to Isaac's unyielding determination, adjusted its trajectory with fluid grace. Its massive wings expertly brushed against branches, the rhythmic beats carrying them through the labyrinthine paths of the forest.
WHOOSH!
The pursuit reached a crescendo as the Flash darted through the labyrinthine paths of the forest, its speed leaving a blur in its wake. Isaac and his dragon pursued relentlessly, closing the distance with every beat of its wings. The trees were uprooted and flung to the sides, caught in the wake of their thunderous passage.
"Almost there," Isaac muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes locked on the elusive prize. The Flash, now within arm's reach, seemed within his grasp. Determination etched deep lines on his face as he swung his hand forward, unleashing a small ray of crackling lightning that lanced through the air with lethal precision.
BAM!
The impact was immediate. The Flash's velocity shattered, sending the creature tumbling backward. Isaac reacted with lightning reflexes, his instincts guiding him. With a deft motion, he caught the paralyzed Flash, securing it with unwavering strength. At the same time, he pulled hard on the reins, commanding his dragon to a sudden halt.
WHAM!
As the forest fell silent, Isaac's gaze locked onto the paralyzed creature in his arms. It was alive, albeit immobilized. "It's alright, buddy," he whispered, his voice a soothing reassurance. He cast a glance toward the distance, where Edgar and Maria raced toward them on their dragons.
"I'll get you back to where you belong," he spoke calmly, his determination unwavering. "Just hold on a little longer."