The front door swung open. Fascinder walked with the gait of a man about to be put in the electric chair. It motions seemed slow and deliberate, belying his corruption of values.
He walked to the edge of the property with a baseball bat in his hand. He never stopped. All of his motions looked wiry and out of sorts past the fence. He saw a drone drop a package right into his hands.
A sickly smile crossed his face. He returned to the house.
“Oh, C-Squad!”
Common Man and Socialista moved towards him.
“It’s here,” Fascinder chimed. Socialista’s eyes grew wild and she grabbed the box.
She withdrew a switchblade and sliced open the box like a cake.
“This is a bit of uranium. We’re going to enrich it and use it against the rockets,” Fascinder explained.
“How do we get ahold of the warheads, again?” Socialista asked.
“You leave that up to the boys, you young female. We’re going to have to be the ones who will take care of what we’re supposed to do.”
Socialista pouted slightly and folded her arms and quickly unfolded them. She walked around the table and sat.
“What we’re all going to do,” Common Man intoned, “is use this and blast them out of the sky in a mushroom cloud. No one will know it was us just like that drone will be destroyed in three, two,” an explosion rocked the house slightly.
“This will be our gift to the Individualists who prize their toys so much. No more burning of fossil fuel when your rockets can’t even succeed. You won’t have time to react with a counterstrike as all this will take place in space,” Common Man talked.
“I just want to see explosions before the rockets reach the outer atmosphere.”
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