Zus
The Diety
It all appeared on a small display in front of them. An unfamiliar face spread to life on the grainy screen before him, the usually placid and significantly advanced screens rattled to the point that they were reminiscent to technology around decades ago. This thought brought a smile to Zus's face, though it would be unseen to the other passengers in the transport Bay of the massive helicopter. The brief continued in procedure, a wizened face catching them up on all that occurred whilst they were under.
General Vector: "Upon this day and age you all stand as America's newest technological investment. Billions have been poured into your training alone, and your upgrades per say are another conversation entirely. All eyes will hound your every action the second you step off that bird. With that in mind, I have to stress that you do not falter from perfection, nor will there be casualties. This is your first operation, and your public reveal. Don't fail us in all our production."
The screen fell dark, and from an overhead speaker rang a new voice, spouting off a series of facts on their mission. Eight terrorists locked inside of a school. No hostages. Hallways rigged with explosives, anti-personnel in design. No danger to our armor. As the voice faded to silence, Zus's orange visor slid back from his face, revealing a smug grin and mischievous grey eyes.
Z: "They can't honestly expect me not to strike someone down with a few million volts.."
General Vector: "Upon this day and age you all stand as America's newest technological investment. Billions have been poured into your training alone, and your upgrades per say are another conversation entirely. All eyes will hound your every action the second you step off that bird. With that in mind, I have to stress that you do not falter from perfection, nor will there be casualties. This is your first operation, and your public reveal. Don't fail us in all our production."
The screen fell dark, and from an overhead speaker rang a new voice, spouting off a series of facts on their mission. Eight terrorists locked inside of a school. No hostages. Hallways rigged with explosives, anti-personnel in design. No danger to our armor. As the voice faded to silence, Zus's orange visor slid back from his face, revealing a smug grin and mischievous grey eyes.
Z: "They can't honestly expect me not to strike someone down with a few million volts.."