Helix Operatives: Creation

Invasion of Sumnet

It was in the afternoon of Sumnet, a town close to the FAR border where the quarantine zone was. It was a large town filled with Anthros and Sinderlos alike. Many of the Anthros there were checking their phones, staring at the screens for a text from their cubs, praying that they survived the quota. None of the Anthros had heard back by the afternoon as the schools remained empty of those that were sent to the pits. Many already starting to cry and mourn for their losses. In the business district a few Anthros had gathered behind a few boxes in a warehouse to pray.

"Our guardian... Seritition... I ask that you answer us... Have our deepest fears came true? Have we lost our own to more hatred and anger brought upon us from those that see us as lesser? Please, send us an answer. We ask of you," said an anthro in a hushed voice for the group.

"You know, she's never answered you guys in the past," said a voice. The group looked over to see their boss, a Sinderlo man, standing at the small opened from the boxes they squeezed through to get to the clearing between them.

"Sir, you have to try and understand. This is..." said an Anthro.

"I don't care. You know that if you don't get a text from them or anything then they're probably dead. Who knows, maybe they just killed them all. I mean, it's possible," said the boss.

"Yeah, but it's not the case," said a voice. The boss felt something slam into his back, throwing him to the ground. He quickly rolled over to see the barrel of a rifle pointed in his face and two FAR soldiers covered in body armor and equipment standing over him.

"You see," said one of the FAR soldiers. "You never let us speak, or hear before. Now, we have a mouth, we have ears, we have our voice. We will speak and hear freely of who and what we want to."

"What my friend here is trying to say..." said the other that wasn't pointing the rifle. "Was that we were able to intercept the class taken away for the quota. They're all alive and safe back at the capital. We can take you back there, where you don't have to worry about persecution from the greens anymore."

"That's racist," said the boss.

"Oh, racist hun? Listen, there's a million and a half points I could make proving you're the racist ones here but we don't have time and..." said the Anthro with the rifle. His rifle was an Mk. 12 Mod. 0 rifle with a telescopic scope, suppressor, and bi-pod.

"Wh-What are you looking at?" Asked the boss. The soldier moved the barrel of his gun down, moving the boss's suit jacket out of the way to reveal a large purple blister on the base of his neck.

"That's not good," said the soldier. "We got a possible case of whatever happened to that truck driver King and Lightning encountered."

"Really, I thought it was an isolated incident," said the other soldier. "Get him out of here, in case something happens."

"On it," said the soldier with the rifle. He grabbed the boss by the collar of his shirt and dragged him out of the building and into the streets. "Like I was saying," said the other soldier as he turned back to the group. "We can take you back to your cubs and keep you and them safe. We have a number of jobs that can be filled and a stable government right now. We can give you the propaganda speech later. But we need to know if you're willing to come with us?"

"Th-They're actually alive and safe?" Asked a worker.

"All six hundred of them, yes," said the soldier as he held his M16A4. "I can give you some time to think about it and..." The group quickly begged to be taken away, some kneeling to beg for it.

"Okay, I'll radio in the location and have an escort pick you up. We'll keep you covered until then," said the soldier. There was a loud explosion from outside, causing the soldier to rush out from behind the boxes with his rifle drawn. There was a large hole in the side of the warehouse letting sunlight in.