Time Engineers

Voice

Tension of the static voice that was speaking from the drone's radio could be felt. For a short amount of time, Atlas could have found some peace to work on the crack. However, unlike he was inhuman against radioactivity, he was totally weak when it comes to urge to sleep. Once, he gets too tired; his focus could fade away.

"Hence, you mean if you fail fixing, this thing is going to destroy the entire world. Therefore, we need to send entire human population to outer space to save everyone." static voice said. Tenseness was still there but this time a bit calmer and cold blooded.

"Now, I could hear your French accent! Unlike your gender, though!" as always, Atlas was reckless when there are too serious situations. That was his coping mechanism to survive.

There was no answer from the other side. The person on the radio must have hidden any kind of information about themselves. However, a sudden shock pushed them to make a mistake. Meanwhile, Atlas could not hold his laugh because he thought he was right since an answer did not come. Teasing an intelligence agency? Yes!

"To be honest, it would be really nice to hear a kind female voice to continue this." Atlas sighed as he turned around to look at the camera directly. And, he continued: "I don't want to die. I don't want people to die but here we are. Unfortunately, this brown guy is your only choice to survive."

This time the radio was completely off. There was no sign of the drone moving, no white-noise coming... Just, a deep silence with some background rumble coming from the personel who was preparing themselves to worst possibility. Atlas did not care much about it. He seemed rather calmer and more into the repair he was doing.

"Our scientists confirmed the possible outcome. We have simulated this crack as much as we could and we know as much as an ant knows about the world. You seem like the only person we can trust."

It was not the same static voice that Atlas has been listening to, it was a calm female voice with a little bit heavier French accent than before. He realised it was the same voice he heard but without a filter to change the tone to avoid recognition.

He smiled and said: "Was that my coolness that allowed you to speak with your original voice?" and the answer came right away: "I pitied, don't push the limits; or i will switch to an old man voice." He laughed as he listened.

"Since we are slowly putting away honorifics, I would like you to be more sincere with your explanation. Tell me the reason this crack formed and how can you withstand this much radioactivity."

"If you want answers, I will give them after i am done here. Also, I think I lost one of my fingers because I don't feel it. But, it's fine. I won't die because of that. However, I will die if you ask too many questions. My answers are limited by DNA."

"More you talk, more questions appear in my head. At least tell me that we are not going to die?"

"Ah about that.... Hmmmm- Just in a second we will see. I hope i did not make mistake since i was quite distracted or i might break here and there."

"Wha-?"

Suddenly the light that comes from crack glowed too bright as they have the Sun in the middle of the square. In a time of blink, the light went off and inside of the giant tent went dark. Some people panicked little before the spotlights were turned on.

"What is happening?" the woman asked from the radio.

Spots were focused on Atlas and he was holding a blue-ish white glowing ball. It's tone was reminding the crack. His left arm was not moving like it died. He slowly kneeled down to take the reparing stick with his fingers and then he put it inside his bag while struggling like a new amputee.

"It is just that I can not use my left arm now. I think it paralysed. Spent too much time inside. I hope nothing changed about it..." he talked to himself and continued as he turned to the camera on the drone:

"Yes, you are not going to die. I just wanted to create a little bit atmosphere here and there." he smiled with a cocky attitude.

"We do not have time to play games here, Atlas. You are still surrounded with high radioactivity and you are exposed to it for too long. We do not even know if the square will be safe for anyone else anymore."

Obviously, Atlas' personality was creating problems for the voice behind the radio. Even she was the part of the federal intelligence service, she did not know how to react to these conversation since he was an unusual kind.

"Possible, threat of the crack is gone and the strong radioactivity is not supplied from the crack. Therefore, please step forward and surrender to our police officers before someone shoots you."

As the order came to all personel's radio inside the tent, soldiers as well as Wolf Mountain 1-1 who was wearing a suit to protect himself from intense radioactivity pointed their guns to Atlas. Without letting a second order come to the radio, captain of the squad already started to approach slowly towards Atlas while checking his monitoring system.

"All the kind welcoming voice of yours was just to get me down then, yes?" Atlas looked at the camera while smiling.

"I've warned you and you were not behaving. We want our answers and, we will extract them."

"By killing me? I do not think that is quite clever. What do you think?"

He saw a big guy with a weird looking black suit approaching him while stressful checking a monitoring system in his hands but since the radioactivity was intense they actually had to bring a huge thick glass to stand behind.

"Tsk-" he forwarded the ball he was holding and make it glow brighter to take attention of the captain.

"If you approach me, I will destroy your country. Only under my terms, I will allow you to get information."

Captain stopped. There was no order to approach him but he did it anyway.

"It does not matter. You are a terrorist scum. I will send you back to the place you've come which is turd. You are bluffing to save your ass because you could not succeed your mission. That's what happens when they send brown-skinned."

Static voice interrupted captain once again. His radio was behind to avoid communication but he forgot that there were radios on the drone.

"Captain, I remember I've warned you about keeping your mouth shut. Your emotions are not important for the general outcome." there was no accent at all. "She must have changed" Atlas thought.

"You were talking about saving people. Now, you are threatening us about killing people? Either you are a liar or a terrorist. Choose your answer wisely." emotionless static voice directed this to Atlas.