120 The Revolutionary Part II (1/2)
For almost a century, the struggle between revolutionaries and world government has shaken the entire world.
The common knowledge among the masses was the Nine Great Sovereigns spared few members of the dynasties of the past even with their horrible sins.
Instead of appreciating the kindness, the surviving members found a nation: The Nation of Terror. Ever since then they have been in a bitter struggle with the government to take back the world and put it in the old order.
The masses believed the revolutionaries were nothing but terrorists who have orchestrated many horrifying incidents throughout the world all in order to make the world fall in chaos.
Perhaps the most powerful strength of the revolutionaries was their soldiers. They fully believed in the vision of revolution which was to free the world from the control of the government.
The strength of belief was so strong that the foot soldiers of revolution wouldn't hesitate to commit suicide if their sacrifice can help the revolution.
The investigators clearly knew this conviction the revolutionaries have for the 'freedom' and the 'old order'.
After all, the Revolutionaries blindly believed the government was corrupted and full of greedy people.
Greed and corruption.
The investigators and the local officers obviously knew the meaning of these two words. At least they thought they knew the meaning until now...
The masked man has called Davis greedy for having his wife to himself when so many men out there have never tasted the sweet taste of a woman.
The masked man has called Tamara corrupted for she chose Davis as her husband even with better men out there who have striking looks and personality.
”I have known the revolutionaries have believed we are corrupted and greedy,” Ellen who was on her knees muttered, ”But never thought the meaning of those two words was different from what I knew.”
”...same here,” Polan, who was next to her, said in confusion.
”So when those revolutionaries ask for freedom just what exactly they want?” A civilian named Sheena asked.
She was struck to the floor by the gale from earlier. She has come to the headquarters to have a lunch with her husband but never thought she would be attacked by revolutionaries.
Even attack was fine but now her understanding of the world has changed. She was now seeing the revolutionaries in a completely new light.
”I'm afraid of knowing their definition of freedom,” Ellen said with her face drenched with cold sweat.
”Me as well,” Almost every woman agreed with Ellen's fear.
Earlier they didn't want revolutionaries to win due to their job and lifestyle but now it was for personal safety!
What will happen if the madman like the masked man gets control over the world?!
Just imagining the scenario gave both men and women chill down their spines. The men who were married especially felt afraid for they didn't wish to 'share' their woman!
Earlier they hated being called 'greedy' but now they wanted to be greedy!
Who in their right mind would not be greedy?!
”Does anyone of you still think you are not corrupted and greedy?” The masked man asked as he gazed every one of them.
No one spoke a single word. They were now sure he was a psycho who would do anything.
The masked man clenched his fist tightly and the dust from the floor settled down.
Few tables and chairs from the adjacent rooms floated out in the corridor. The masked man took a seat over a chair with his legs on a table in front of him.
He removed a tablet from his jacket and focused his attention on the tablet screen.
The twelve droids, on the other hand, have their guns aimed at the officers and civilians.
”It is so boring to drag time here,” The masked man muttered as he read data on the screen, ”Still ten minutes more before the next phase of the plan.”
[[Sir, you have no right to complain.]]
A voice came from the tablet. The frequency of the sound was of low intensity so it could be only heard by the masked man.
”I'm not complaining,” the masked man said with his voice in a low frequency, ”Anyways, how is the fourth floor?”
[[Just as planned but with more casualties on their side.]]
”Good,” The man sighed, ”If only we could have avoided it.”
He put back the tablet back in the jacket. He left the chair and glanced over the females.
”So many good women,” The masked man thought. He has believed his greatest weakness was his thirst for women, especially married ones.
”What are you planning?” Davis asked as his hand regenerated, ”Why are you not killing us?”
”Are you so eager to die?” The masked man cleared his thoughts.
”...” Davis didn't dare answer.
”I will give you a chance to live,” The masked man glanced at his wristwatch, ”As long as you can prove you are not greedy and corrupted.”
”WHAT?!”
Everyone looked at the masked man.
Proving we are not greedy and corrupted?!
Surely?!
”Tamara, right?” The masked man crouched in front of Tamara, ”Do you want your husband to live?”
”Yes,” Tamara gulped down a mouthful of saliva before answering.
”Then can you prove your pussy is not corrupted?” The masked man asked.
The mask covered his entire face except for the eyes, and Tamara felt she saw a devilish glint in them.
”How dare you!” Davis ignored the pressure from the gale as he tried to stand up.
BANG!
He fell on the floor with his face striking the tiles.
”Never good to show greedy behavior,” The masked man said in a mocking tone, ”Learn from your wife on how to behave.”
”Motherfucker!” Davis looked at him with hatred.
”You didn't answer,” The masked man glanced at Tamara.
”What is it you want me to do?” Tamara asked trying to control the anger.
”We need to see your pussy,” The masked man said in a teasing voice, ”Purely for research purpose to check corruption.”
”YOU!” Tamara expected him to make a shameless demand but still couldn't believe he would ask.
”I would kill you!” Davis felt his blood boiling at the words of masked man.
How was he a revolutionary by demanding such a thing?!
”I was just kidding,” The masked man stood up, ”No need to be so offended by a joke I made to cheer you.”
Davis and Tamara sighed in relief. A moment ago they dreaded the masked man would do something extreme.
”In my line of business, I can't afford to have morals,” The masked man said as he glanced at the wristwatch, ”But I do have a bottom line.”
”Line of business?” Tamara asked.
Just what business was he referring to?
Is it terrorism? Or something different?