Time: 3:00 pm
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Beep
Beep
Beep
"Hmm?" An alert pinged on Adam's interface, indicating movement. He tore his gaze from the Moon and turned his head eastward.
"A convoy, huh?" He zoomed in with his right implant to better make out its details and the symbol attached to it. Despite being in a slightly elevated position, the convoy was over 120 kilometers away.
"The symbol of the NUSA. I see they feel threatened too," Adam Smasher thought with amusement, or at least the small amount of emotion he could muster.
"Hahaha! The 'government' jumps at the chance to neutralize anything they can't control, like coyotes on a cornered and wounded antelope," Johnny retorted, turning his head in the direction Smasher was looking.
In the distance, a plume of smoke and dust rose. The cause? Three vehicles:
A black armored semi-truck, model: Militech Behemoth
A black and red armored SUV, model: Emperor Chevillon
And a black flying car, model: Excalibur Rayfield
They drove towards the trio at a steady speed, neither too fast nor too slow. After all, they didn't want that "thing" to wake up...
"And who said we were going after a cornered and wounded beast?" Snow, carefully placing her "baby," began searching for other gadgets in her suitcase and jacket. She spoke with pure coldness, as cold as the average temperature of NeoEurope, with a face as icy. (-21°C, -69.8°F )
"And who said you should shut up a bit, huh?" Johnny retorted with the most condescending tone he could muster.
"And who-"
"Enough with this childishness!" Adam's heavy tone halted their dispute. He turned his head towards them, narrowing his optical implant, looking from the man with hair as white as snow to the woman with hair as black as night. Okay, now he understood the expression: opposites attract...
The three demi-gods stopped talking and focused on themselves. Johnny Silverhand, for his part, did a simple remote hack to see what was inside the mysterious box on wheels but found no cameras inside. The only things he found were heat sensors, the vehicle's motherboard, and the driver's camera, to see him picking his nose. "Hmph," he grunted, unsatisfied with his unresolved curiosity.
Adam Smasher, on the other hand, stopped daydreaming and refocused on watching the Moon. He might have become addicted to this action, but who could blame him? He might have found his purpose...
As for Snow... she continued playing with the katana she had pulled out from who knows where, or maybe not? But let's not focus on that, but on her "la la le" refrain, which she resumed singing. All were waiting for the last participants, the leaders, the people worshipped as gods, beings of pure terror, destruction, and death... all gathering.
FOR WHAT?
But before any hypotheses could be formed, the convoy stopped a few meters from the group. The flying car stopped not far from the gathering, landing and blowing dust and sand, followed by the semi-truck and the SUV parking on each side.
Six armed men in tactical vests emerged from the SUV and the truck, grouped in threes, aligning to form a passage... hmm, a red carpet, a space decor, and it felt like being at the Empire.
A woman in her forties stepped out of the vehicle, with dark blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, dressed in an ivory collarless jacket with gold accents. Two epaulettes, two military insignias showing her status as a Navy commander, well, her former post, today she is the CEO of Militech, one of the most influential and powerful military corporations in the world, but also...
THE PRESIDENT OF THE NUSA
Rosalind Myers
"We have agreed that you will take care of the prototype during the mission and assist us. In exchange, we will provide you with state-of-the-art cybernetic material and an alliance with our group," Rosalind Myers spoke in a cold and authoritative voice as she approached the rendezvous point.
A man got out right after. An Asian-looking man, with a banal face, short black hair, thick eyebrows like Rock Lee, chrome arms with golden dragons engraved on them, and cybernetic legs, standing at 1.85 meters (6 feet), with a cultivator's sword adorned with another dragon on the hilt. He had the appearance package of a Chinese MC without the cyberware, of course... his name?
Liu Bob Chunjì
His story? Sino-American, a chiness father and an American mother coming from a prestigious corpo family in America. In a terrorsits attack "his" parents were assassinated by a small corpo for not paying the bills.
He migrated to China, which, by the way, annexed part of North Korea after the 2nd Corpo War in 2008, which opposed SovOil and Petrochem for supremacy over the world's main fuel: CHOOH2.
After enormous difficulties that he managed to overcome just in time each time, he founded Trans Group China, becoming the number two arms and food company in Asia, later becoming number one after the destruction and fall of Arasaka. He returned to America, accompanied by his own small army, to annihilate the corpo that took "his" parents and avenge them.... A typical urban novel story.
But out of greed, he tried to take on the parent corpo, after all, he only attacked a branch of it... it was then that he clashed with HIM.
"Do not worry, I take responsibility for the subject and promise a 100% mission success rate. Like you, I have scores to settle," Liu said arrogantly, looking at the people in front of him. He looked at each of them in turn, but none paid him any attention.
"Hmpt!"
He scoffed and shouted in his head...
"System! Evaluation!"