Bringing The Arsenal: Overwatch

Chapter Nine: Archetype

The sun sunk beneath the horizon, bringing in the night sky. A silver Honda makes it's way to a park. As it parks in front of a set of guard rails at the end of a cliff, a man gets out of the car. As he walked underneath the illumination of a streetlight, it revealed his features; A man in his forties, although he looks five years younger. He wore a gray suit, a pair of pants to match, and a white business shirt underneath.

He walks forward before resting his two hands on top. He looks outward, taking in the cool temperature of the evening. A buzz alerted him, he looked around and reached into his pocket. He looks carefully at the phone, checking the caller ID. He presses the green button, starting the conversation.

"Hey, Donovan. I got the package and waiting for our contacts to arrive to take the package somewhere safe."

A voice rang out from the other end of the phone. "Good, the sooner we get this dangerous thing out of the country, the better. I can't believe it would come to this. You did the right thing by alerting our boss about this irresponsible experiment."

"Thanks, Donny. I just hope these guys get hear and get this far away from him. The man is extremely dangerous." Prescott says while sipping on some water. The sweat accumulates from his brow as he looks to his left and right frantically.

"True. Now don't worry about these guys. I paid them a lot of money to move the weapons out of the country. If anyone knows our digital construction technology can be weaponized, Archetype will be done for."

"It won't come to that once we are done." The man in the other end took a moment of silence. "How the heck will this work"? The man asks out of curiosity, hoping to break down the nervous feeling radiating throughout his body.

"We make it disappear until we figure out a way to destroy it. I hear that some people are now looking to claim this weaponized tech. My guess it is some dictators or terrorists. Either way, no one is laying a finger on the crate."

"Of course." The man pauses briefly. "Anything yet."

Donovan smiled. "My contacts just alerted me that they would arrive shortly. Just stay calm and make sure the package gets out of here. The jackasses at Vikshar Corporation are screaming at us to hand our technology to them."

A moment of silence prolonged the conversation. Suddenly, he got back on. "I don't trust Vikshar, they don't seem responsible with technology and weapons. Anyway, I'm being summoned, I got to go before they suspect something is up."

Prescott hangs up, slipping the phone into his jacket. He looks around to see a red jeep taking a spot near the exit, positioned at the other end of where Prescott was standing. Two men exit the vehicle, dressed in a attire more casual than Prescott. They introduce themselves as Antonio and Kingsley, but Donovan mentioned that they would be using pseudo names.

They tore through introductions and dove right into business, making this deal was nerve racking to anyone, especially when you put your trust in a group of men to sneak a unknown weapon out of the country.

"Haden Prescott, thank you for coming out today. Some water?" A man in the lime t-shirt spoke.

"Sure." Prescott said accepting their hospitality. He gulped some of it down before he continued speaking.

"So, you guys can get this thing out of the country without being detected or raising suspicion?" Prescott asks in a serious tone. He places the crate between the smugglers feet. The crate was small, encased in metal with a white logo on top, showing a arch with a sword skewering down vertically through the middle.

Antonio,a dark skinned fellow in a orange golf shirt flashed a smile. The smile was anything but friendly; it was the smile of a shark. "Alright, we just need confirm your boss has made the electronic transfer.