President Cairo sighed heavily and stared at the computer screen as one of the lead techies broadcasted a map of the surrounding areas to all the head officers. It was standard to scope out the area and then submit a report on the activities of the nearest Gangs to the Database for processing. But Cairo didn't feel like writing a report, just like he hadn't yesterday, or the day before, or the day before that. In fact, Cairo hadn't submitted a report for several weeks now. He'd received several letters from the Database Central asking him to please submit his reports the following day, but after the first three, he began to ignore even the letters. So far, no one had had the guts to come in and ask him in person. It would have been a welcome distraction. But he wasn't just skipping over the reports because he had something better to do, neither did he avoid them because he was President. He did it simply because there was nothing to report.
Things had been exhaustingly quiet around the Resistance for the past two months. It wasn't as if no one was doing anything, everyone had their daily routines. There was just no excitement. No attacks, no slave escapes, nothing. Absolutely nothing.
So Cairo sighed again and leaned back in his recliner chair, procrastinating doing his paper work for the billionth time. After all, for the past two months, everyday had been the same.
Little did he know that today was going to be very, very different.
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The Resistance
Action(In Progress) Eighteen years ago, twelve powerful warlords rose up against governments world wide in the hopes of obtaining more power and ruling the world. After nine years of war and endless violence, they succeeded. Once in power, many of the twe...
