Guidestar Combatants

The Oval Office

Triton's foot slammed down even harder on the gas pedal as he desperately raced down the road, determined to reach Steel's son before it was too late. His car roared and thundered down the pavement, its engine revving with a fierce intensity. But Triton wasn't alone on this high-speed chase. A menacing drone followed closely behind, capturing every moment of the chaos and relaying it back to the President's monitor in the Oval Office.

"I need you to track him down and eliminate him," the President commanded, his voice dripping with malice and urgency. The group of military men gathered around the large oval table immediately stood up, ready to carry out their leader's deadly orders. But before they could embark on their mission, the President motioned for them to take their seats.

"Soldiers, please be seated. You need to be briefed on what is expected of you," the President declared, his eyes flashing with a ruthless determination. The soldiers eagerly settled back into their chairs, their minds already consumed by the brainwashing techniques of President Glama's sinister plan. They were under a spell, a dangerous trance that fueled their desire to kill anyone, anyone that their leader pointed them towards.

"The young man behind the wheel is Triton Sapp, the son of Terry. His father is now the leader of the Pennex project, a project that threatens my plans to bring Babylon to its knees. I mean, to protect it," the President paused, his eyes flickering with a deceptive gleam. He took a swig of water from his bottle, unscrewing the cap with a sharp twist before taking a long, satisfying gulp. As he placed the cap back on the bottle and set it back on his podium, President Glama's mind raced with twisted thoughts and schemes.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with an unsettling rhythm, before continuing his sinister speech.

Triton fiercely pressed his foot down on the gas pedal, the engine roared with intensity as he raced down the road, determined to reach Steel's son as quickly as possible. The sleek black car cut through the air, leaving a trail of dust and debris in its wake. A drone tirelessly followed, capturing every moment of the high-speed pursuit.

Inside the Oval Office, the President's eyes were glued to the monitor, watching the action unfold. He leaned forward in his chair, his face contorted with anger and determination.

"He has broken command and has went rogue. Hunt him like wild boar and kill him," the President barked at the group of military men gathered around the large oval table. The soldiers immediately stood from their seats, their hearts racing with excitement and adrenaline.

Each soldier in the room had already undergone the intense brainwashing process of President Glama's sinister plan. They were now under a dangerous spell, their minds controlled by the President's manipulative words. They were willing to do anything, even kill, for their leader.

"We must eliminate Triton and his father in order to achieve our ultimate goal. Are you ready to do whatever it takes, soldiers?" The President's words hung in the air, the soldiers nodding eagerly in response. They were ready to kill for their leader, no matter the cost.

"The man in the passenger seat is to be left unscathed at all costs. Now eliminate him." The president barked, his voice dripping with malice. Suddenly, he began to convulse with violent coughs, his rage barely contained.

The soldiers rose from their seats in unison, their eyes filled with grim determination. They swiftly exited the room and marched down the hallway, their boots echoing loudly against the polished floors. As they reached the elevator, their adrenaline surged, knowing that they were about to embark on a perilous journey.

Descending to the depths of the White House, they reached the basement where sleek cars awaited them, ready to transport them to their deadly mission.