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Deep within the long forgotten forest north of D.C, a figure types away on an out of date laptop still riddled with leavings of dust, dirt, and greasy finger prints. The pale white monitor lights up a dingy one room cabin. It has not seen use in years, windows broken, door covered in termite holes. The floor littered with trash, cigarette butts, and piles of old soda cans and chip bags.
The figure types away with gloved hands, having chosen this spot for it being the only place any internet signal can transmit in the entire area for miles. All of it relying on an old antenna, Wi-Fi server, and a recently patched up computer tower. Everything need for the figure's use, all they really needed to send one more message for their newest target.
"Dear Alpha Varath,
I hear you have lost your sweet little mate. But don't worry, she is safe. Safe from me that is. I had planned to grab little Sarah first, but someone got her before me. An amateur in all manner of espionage and deception. He has foiled me many times. Trained just as long as I have. But his allegiances lie in a far more distasteful direction, sworn to the old government, sworn to your mortal enemy far older than the humans.
I will take him out first, for daring to impersonate me, then I will have your darling Sarah ready to feel my knife against her pretty throat. I take it this man you have already seen, the copy cat that whisked away your fair Luna. My ears are everywhere. I hear all. I know all. I see all. Now for you Varath, I know you yearn to punish the one responsible for taking your mate. I too wish him to be removed from the game board. Apollo is a problem, that you or I can take care of easily.
The only one standing in the way of both us to have the girl that you treasure among all others. The prize for the victor that steals her back from her brother's hands. May the best man win.
Affectionately yours,
Keres."
The figure sends the message, clicking languidly before closing the laptop and standing up from the rusted metal chair. Haunted eyes glance out through the glassless windows, staring up at a moon swollen and full. The figure bows low at the waist, hand over their heart, before turning on a leather booted heel, and exiting the old cabin. Never once looking back, not even to watch the tiny box next to the laptop click on, and start a countdown for forty-eight hours until the contents inside detonate.
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