Antonov hums quietly as he observes the reactor's shell, accounting for every patch of welding placed over the original metal.
"Why are there so many new patches?" He asks.
A technician steps forward, "It has begun to leak, sir," She states, "A solution to this is soon to-"
"Leak?" Antonov sneers, "What do you mean, leak?"
The technician clears her throat, "The... the water has been... infected, we presume, sir."
Antonov narrows his eyes at the young girl, "Explain this to me, please."
"Well..." the technician gulps, her eyes darting around the room as she anxiously toys with the ends of her ponytail, "...I believe that what we are dealing with is beyond our understanding, quite frankly. Perhaps Dr. Anderson was closer than we-"
In an instant, Antonov pulls his gun from his holster and aims at her head, not hesitating for even a second before pulling the trigger. A second technician yelps and throws her hands over her face, tears welling in her eyes at the thump of her co-worker's body hitting the floor.
Antonov sighs as he places his gun back in the holster, "Fix the leaks," he grumbles to the second technician before striding up the stairs.
"All went well?" Tiberius asks from the top of the stairwell, stepping aside to allow Antonov to pass.
"As well as you can define shit, yes, it went well." Antonov spits.
Tiberius rolls his eyes as he falls in step beside Antonov, "Please speak plainly."
"There's more holes in the thing."
"And that entails?" Tiberius urges.
Antonov shrugs, "It's the engineer's job to figure out. What we need to be working on is the weapons diversion."
"We are working on it." Tiberius states, pointing down a hall to their right, "Would you like to see?"
Antonov raises his eyebrows and gives a rather enthusiastic nod. Tiberius smirks as he begins to lead him down the hall.
Tiberius stops midway down the hall and points out a window, "Missiles, bombs, even short-range. You name it, it can be made."
The window is a viewpoint into the mines, drawing up liquid Omnium from the core of Earth. Where a single pipe would usually run to a reserve, a second now juts left and continues away from the plant.
"Vice; this is your domain," Tiberius gestures to the line diversion, "As head of the military, you have full control over what these materials become." He smiles and sets his hand on Antonov's shoulder, "I am eager to see what you do."
Tiberius pivots on his heel and begins walking away, leaving Antonov to further observe the line.
"Head Councilman!" Antonov calls.
Tiberius pauses his steps and turns around.
Antonov squints ever so slightly, "How soon will the line be complete?"
Tiberius takes in a sharp breath and tilts his head, "...Two weeks."
Antonov considers this for a moment. He nods in approval.
"Two weeks."
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Ciencia FicciónExiled by a tyrannical government and betrayed by his brother, Ben Anderson is hurled from his status as one of the world's top elites and plunged into a dystopian reality. The clock ticks as a revolution comes to its apex, and the fate of humanity...
