Setting: A small corner store at an unimportant intersection on the edge of Compass City. It is a small internet café, which is similar to a regular café in look, feel and atmosphere. However, at every bar and table are permanent lap-top computers. The store has a new-age look with posters and decorations designed to attract a teenage girl crowd. Many teens are on social sites and are some are talking while enjoying a drink. It looks like this place may even be run by teenagers.
A stern-looking wrinkled black woman enters the café. She is dressed in a business suit, and dark glasses. Her white hair is tied up in a bun. She quickly passes a couple of 13 year old friends, standing by at neighboring computers. Each computer rests on a counter above their waists.
Girl 1: “No way, no way!”
Girl 2: “I know, right?”
The old woman approaches the main bar.
Café Girl: “What? How many appraisals do we need anyway?”
Old Woman: “Your basement may have asbestos. I need to investigate post haste. I don’t have time to talk, where is that key?”
She was upset and impatient.
Café Girl: “Whatever, I wouldn’t doubt it. We never go in there, who knows what could be going on under this old place.”
The girl handed her a key which was kept in a safe. The old woman snatched it quickly and headed to the back of the store, there she unlocked a door. Beyond the door, the look of the building completely changed. The walls and floor were concrete, with security cameras and high tech equipment on the walls. The woman crossed the small room to a door on the other side. She muttered under her breath.
Old Woman: Stupid American…
She typed in a code on a key pad and the door turned into the wall around a cylinder shaped elevator. She stepped in and disappeared to the levels below.
Setting: The Old Woman exited the elevator into an underground complex. It was an old bomb shelter, with every wall, ceiling and floor made of concrete. Large pillars supported the ceiling like a massive parking garage. It is a high-tech facility with large flat TVs on the walls, tables with computers belonging to three or four connected monitors, and tanks of oxygen, food stock piles, etc. This is a fully equipped self-sustainable bomb shelter, capable of supporting a large group of people for a year. It has recently been converted into an Anakboot terrorist base. The Anakboot flag (Black with a red spider design on it) is proudly hung on the wall. Heavily armed guards matching the bounty hunter are stationed throughout the vast space.
Old Woman: “Humiliation, utter humiliation!”
The Old woman stormed into the complex, and several computer hackers, cyber terrorist and workers rose to their feet. They were of mixed nationalities, but all had a similar shaggy and unkept look. All were in uniform, a type of black jumpsuit with side arms, etc. She approached one overweight man with a black pony tail and unshaven middle-eastern face. She hit him over the head with a rolled up newspaper in her hand.
Old Woman: “The Virus should have been finished months ago! I cannot live another day like this. They are openly mocking us!”
She threw her paper aside and with a remote turned up the volume on one of the TVs covering the local news. Footage of the Renegades making short work of the bounty hunter is played from earlier that day.
News Anchor: “It was another amazing victory by the Renegades. It is unclear what the perpetrator was after, but authorities have confirmed that he is indeed another member of the Anakboot Terrorist organization. It is believed that the Anakboot Terrorists currently house three of the FBI’s most wanted, all suspected cyber terrorists. Yet the organization has had their last several attempted attacks on the United States foiled. Their attempted raid on the FBI’s database last year…”
Old Woman: “Do you see? This country idolizes children and glorifies freaks while they call us failures! But they don’t even understand. They don’t understand how corrupt their society is. Their days are numbered.”
The woman clenches her fist in rage. All of the others in the complex avoid eye contact. She is obviously a figure of high importance to them. The overweight pony-tailed man speaks up, first with his back to her.
Fat Terrorist: “We all hate the Renegades. That is why I have been improving upon the program. The plan is perfect. The Virus will enslave every database and computer system in the country, and feed us the information we need. We will have access to the personal information of millions, as well as the countries secrets in the CIA. America will be plunged into Chaos.”
The fat man stands and with confidence looks down upon the short old woman.
Fat Terrorist: Their economy, their military, everything will be destroyed, and they won’t even know it until it is too late.”
Old Woman: You fools have been saying this for years. You haven’t even been able to capture Alloy! I want results!
Fat Terrorist: You will have results. The code is ready. We have a man on the inside waiting to download the virus onto the city’s network as we speak. And don’t worry about the Renegades…”
The fat man glared at the news broadcast.
Fat Terrorist: They will get what’s coming to them.
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