2047: Sights of Death

Julian Assange was right.

Noam Chomsky was right.

Dan Brown was right.

So were all the anonymous gangs and

Bilderberger freaks. They were spot on.

So were Kim DotCom and the

Twin Tower tinfoil crowd,

the Wikileaks, Wikipedia

and all the other f***ing wikis

and open sources of the net.

Except for the Nibiru teams. Nibiru were

a pile of horseshit.

But anyway they're all dead now,

dead and forgotten,

and the world's another place.

The Illuminati and the rating agencies

grabbed all the power, and those countries

that didn't join the Confederation

were bankrupted

and decimated with peace missions

and in the end filled

with radioactive waste.

The masses,

with their cubicle jobs and their families,

their monthly installments.

Well, it's obvious,

it's never easy to open people's eyes.

Now we're the only ones left.

Still putting up the fight.

GreenWar here.

Sponge talking.

Are you there, Ryan? Over.

Argh!

Son of a b*tch!

Still no answer from Ryan.

More than three hours have

elapsed since the launch.

Yesterday,

one of our satellites went haywire

and crashed into a contaminated quadrant.

Our satellites are ex-government issue

that had been pirated away from the

Confederation's control by our hackers

and reconverted into mobile

nodes for communication among

the cells of the organization.

Usually, such use can't last

more than five or six days.

Argh!

The time it takes the

government's technicians to

crack the numerical

sequences of the viruses.

- But at that point...

- Argh!

...our malware causes the

satellites to self-destruct

and permanently cancel all the

data transferred by them...

...to avoid leaving the government

any useful evidence of our missions.

How you doing, Captain?

File 2556,

November, 2047.

This is Captain Ryan Willburn.

I've landed somewhere inside

of contaminated quadrant B2.

Well outside the intended targeted impact.

My transmitter isn't working,

so I can't communicate,

and most of my equipment is damaged.

I'm banged up pretty good.

As far as supplies go,

I have some freeze-dried food,

some flash bangers, and

unfortunately,

an insufficient supply of antirad.

But I will complete my mission.

File 2557,

I'm looking at a pile of bodies here.

All dead.

There must be several hundred.

It stinks.

It's like a mountain of human corpses.

My God, what have they done?

Where are you?

Damn it!

Wait just one second.

I am not here to hurt you, okay?

I am Captain Ryan Willburn.

- I am here to help you.

- Yah!

Argh!

Hold on a second.

I'm here with the Organization

fighting against the Confederation.

I'm not going to hurt you.

No. It's just an alarm.

It's okay. It's an alarm.

I have to take some medicine, okay?

I gotta take the antirad.

This radiation is frying my frickin' brain.

Did you bring me here?

Can you understand me?

It's an old,

burnt-out military command center.

But I'm not even sure if you understand me.

What's your name? My name is Ryan. You?

Tuag.

Good. Are there more like you?

Are there more survivors?

There's things I need

to figure out as well,

because I don't know how

long I can survive here.

Antirad. Where did you get this?

This is exactly what I need.

Military communications base.

Okay.

Eenie, meenie, minie...

...Moe.

You've got to be kidding me.

We got power, Tuag.

If I can just figure out how to put

these video phones back together,

then we can prove to the whole

international community what happened here,

but I need your help.

Okay?

You help me.

The capture and control

of government satellites

is part of GreenWar's M.O.

Control of government.

And their attempted recovery

by the Confederation

and subsequent self-destruction are,

therefore, routine.

But this time is different.

The satellite fell before

the government technicians

could set off our

self-destruct protections,

and so there's no guarantee that

the card containing our top secret

data wasn't permanently canceled.

If this should be the case,

the organization would

be seriously compromised.

Ryan's mission is to find the remains

of the satellite and, if necessary,

make sure that all the incriminating

data is completely canceled.

But now, I don't care about the satellite.

I'm worried about him.

This is Captain Ryan Willburn,

member of GreenWar.

This is an S.O.S.

My radio has been damaged.

I do not want to reveal my coordinates

out of concern for my own safety.

I need this message to be relayed to all

the cells that it might reach my superior.

I need to be evacuated.

This is Captain Ryan Willburn,

member of GreenWar.

Stop it.

- Who is this monkey?

- A rebel, sir. Ryan Willburn.

I know him, Colonel.

He's one of Sponge's more enthusiastic men.

- Sponge?

- Yes, sir. Sponge. Nickname.

- Top man at GreenWar.

- GreenWar. - GreenWar is a terrorist front.

What else is there?

Rumor has it that he raised the boy.

He adopted him.

Has this area been a theater of

operations in the last six months?

Yes. We've recently operated

in that quadrant, sir.

- Was it classified? - As a Q5, sir.

- A rebalancing mission, sir.

- Who was in charge?

- You were, sir.

I was. Oh.

Well, good work. Dismissed.

Shall I organize the operational unit, sir?

As soon as I'm through, I'll join you

for the briefing with the Chief of Staff.

It shouldn't take me that long.

I postponed the briefing.

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