Global War: Advent Of The Iron Order

The Great Escape

"Congratulations, Professor Stilinski." A gruff voice interrupted Stilinski's train of thought as he poured his attention over the schematics of the mechanical soldier he had finally completed.

"This is not worthy of praise yet, General. It is only a prototype." Rhys grunted, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. He preferred his first name, but did not mind others calling him by his surname.

"Even still! A prototype that is able to wipe out two battalions of soldiers on its own is very much worthy of my praise. Even the Head of State is surprised!" General Vladimir chortled.

"Hmm." Rhys simply hummed and turned back to the blueprint spread over his work desk. The bearded general walked over and peered over his shoulder to examine the blueprint. After just a few seconds, he turned away. He did not understand the tiniest bit of the science behind the mighty war machine that Rhys had created.

Rhys grunted and turned around, looking out of the observation window and into the massive underground workshop. A thirty meter tall mechanical mass stood proud and tall, its metal plates gleaming in the silver coating that had been applied to it only a day ago after testing it on the enemies of the Empire of Fire.

"The higher ups told me to pass on this news. Your budget will be increased by twenty percent." Vladimir eventually calmed down and told Rhys.

"I asked for a bigger increase." Rhys frowned, taking off his glasses and glaring at Vladimir.

"Indeed, but they only permitted a 20 percent increase. I cannot do anything about that." Vladimir straightened and met Rhys' glare with his own steely gaze. He was a general of the Empire of Fire. There was no way a common scientist would intimidate him.

"Hmm." Rhys snorted and turned around, rolling up his blueprint and tucking it under his armpit before walking out of the observation room. He marched through the halls of the underground base until he reached his room. The door to the room slid open, revealing a room in disarray. A work desk was pushed up against the farthest wall, with various blueprints, pencils, and papers strewn about it.

"Dumb idiots. They don't value my expertise." Rhys mumbled to himself as he went over to the work desk. He skimmed over the table once before tossing the blueprint under his armpit on his unkempt bed, and quickly began rolling up all the blueprints on the table. When he was done with that, he packed them all in a backpack he had prepared earlier.

Bang bang!

A loud knock rattled the metal door of his room, and a gloomy expression crossed Rhys' face.

"Who is it?" He asked, his voice edgy.

"Open up, the higher ups sent me to you." The voice of an unknown soldier reached his ears and he swore under his breath.

"A moment, please." He zipped up the backpack and stood straight, sucking in a breath of the stale air that permeated the underground base. With firm steps, he walked up to the door and swung it open, his eyes fierce as he glared at the soldier. "Come in for a moment." He told the guard and turned around, walking up to his work desk.

The guard followed, and when he saw Rhys' ruffling through a drawer, he pulled out a pistol from its holster on his hip, raising it up.

"Alright, I'm ready." Rhys said and turned around.

Bang!

Blood splattered over the cold metal floor, and a lifeless body dropped to the ground.

"Idiot." Rhys grunted as he stepped over the spreading puddle of blood. He did not even bother with hiding the body as he picked up the backpack he had packed earlier, slinging it over his shoulder and walking out of his room. He closed and locked the door to buy him a little more time before anyone found out about his actions.