The double oak doors of the dark office sprang open. Libra walked in, taking graceful strides with her long legs. She stopped about ten feet away from the desk against the far wall. The man behind the desk smiled. "What's wrong Libra? Keeping your distance?" he asked in his deep silky voice. Libra almost flinched. She hated that voice, a voice a kidnapper would use to get a child into a car. She answered, "I know how men like you act. The closer to the door, the better." Her gaze, underneath her helmet visor, roamed over the man. Caucasian, with a white suit and golden rings on his finger. A silver and gold oversized pistol lay on the desk in front of him, inches from his hand. He laughed hard and long, almost taking his face out of the shadows. "I have a task for you." he replied, still partly laughing. Then the laughing stopped and he told her, "Outpost 32 still refuses to accept the Corporation as the governing body. I want you to take a team of 200 men there and wipe out the populace. Leave none alive." Libra sighed, knowing that there was no argument. "I'll get to it immediately." she squeaked, knowing the crimes she was about to commit. The man nodded, "Good girl. You can continue your work on the cure when your done." Libra turned and strode briskly out the door. She steeled herself, repeating," The mission comes first, the mission comes first."
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Apocalypse Zodiac
ActionEastern Nevada, 7 years after the outbreak. A mysterious man sits upon the throne of the Corporation, a militaristic organization that set itself up as the governing body of the region as the zombies became less abundant. Libra works for this man...
