"He was but thrust into this war against his will, he must understand."
- Flux.
DAVID:
Under the cover of the night, they sat patiently, awaiting further instructions. David twiddled his thumbs, anxiously awaiting the signal to move. The Spyder-Vehicle was able to house six people within such a tiny space. David and the four other resistance fighters awaited the return of another. They had painted the entire vehicle black in preparation for the operation. He peered out the window to inspect the surroundings; the vehicle sat still within a remote-dark corner near the Corporate Headquarters, Floor six on the Triton. The Corporate Headquarters was the tallest building in Triton, a massive seventy-floor megabuilding. The Triton itself was gigantic- as the last city stronghold on Earth, the megacity had nine floors and over four-billion citizens.
'Hopefully everything goes to plan,' David thought.
David and the rest of the resistance wore blacked-out costumes from head to feet. They'd prepared themselves for the day, disguising their identities as to not allow the Security Personnel to identify them. He listened in carefully on the Blue-Whale microplant inside his ear – the tiny device was able to communicate with other persons' miles away without interference. He awaited the get-go from the line.
"Radio-check," David whispered into the Blue-Whale.
"Copy. All clear," A male-voice responded.
"How long still?" David asked.
"Be patient. We are as anxious as you are, kid." He responded.
"Copy," David ended his communication.
They had planned the operation for more than ten-years. Tonight was the night they were to execute a mission that was life or death. David himself prepared for the operation since he was a child, he'd turned twenty-years old when they were finally ready.
"There, he's coming out." A voice said on the Blue-Whale.
David peaked out the Spyder, looking for the figure. Out walked a figure dressed in a Protectorate outfit: a blue uniform with gold linings. The figure carried two bags in both hands as they carefully treaded towards the Spyder. David opened the door of the vehicle, letting them inside.
"Took you long enough, V," David commented as his father entered the Spyder.
His father removed the Chameleon-skin from his face, revealing his red-skin, a staple feature that differentiated Terrans from Earthlings. The Chameleon-skin (a highly-illegal item) allowed an individual to change their skin and facial features for a one-time use.
"I was only able to get three other uniforms and fingerprints," He began, "T and L will have to wait for us in the Spyder. F, J and D will come with me."
"No problem," T replied.
"Don't take long, V," L added.
They group had chosen to call each other after their initials for anonymity: D- David, V- Vestian, F- Flux, T- Thomas, L- Lyle, J- Jackson. David and the rest of the resistance dressed themselves in the stolen Protectorate uniforms, readying themselves. David's father, Vestian, was able to steal high-security clearance Protectorate uniforms and fingerprints to have them access the Headquarters without needing to break-in. They finalised their dressing's by inserting the Chameleon-skin on their faces. David's brunette hair changed to a stark-black, his skin turning pale white. His nose features and eyes all changed easily; he looked like a real Earthling instantaneously.
"The Chameleon-skin lasts thirty-minutes, we need to move," Vestian spoke.
"Let's go," David replied.
Four of them disembarked the Spyder, heading for the security-only access door on the side of the Headquarters' building.
"Let's hope your plan was the best decision, D," T said on the Blue-Whale.
"I know it will work," David responded.
They scanned themselves into the Protectorate Access terminal using the fingerprints, green lights beeped for each of them, allowing them inside. They were on the first floor of the building and needed to reach the sixtieth floor undetected. A tumultuous task was ahead for them.
"Let's pray the intel was correct," David said.
"It is, the key is definitely here," Vestian responded.