The Conspiracy of the Elites

Rustle!! Rustle!! The wind blew fiercely as the whole camp was silent just like a graveyard. Clark opened his eyes to see the starlight shining down, yesterday’s battle was simply too much of an energy drainer as he figured everybody in the camp was already asleep from exhaustion. He slowly stood up with apprehension as he got ready to complete his training.

After seeing the strength of the high-grade soldiers especially the ranged specialist, he became more prudent as he directly removed the commander from his list of targets. The commander was simply a monster to a soldier like him but despite the ranged specialist’s strength he still targeted him as he was also a high-grade soldier and he specially aimed at executioner Dave’s myriad stash of bullets.

Clark picked up his bag as he deactivated the camouflage device, he opened the bag and grinned as he saw his military grade gears safely inside. He distanced himself a little from where the soldiers slept as he admired his bag again for its space expansion ability. The military bag had the ability to expand inwardly when a lot of things are placed inside. “Technology is really too convenient,” he thought with a smile. He smiled again as he envisioned the wealth that he would probably walk away with from this camp.

Clark donned his armor as he removed the terrorist provided armor keeping it in his bag. After arranging all his weapons, he grinned as he felt that he was ready. “You’re getting robbed tonight,” he muttered excitedly.

He quickly went to the vehicle where the high-grade armory was and hacked the door with his hacking device. He silently opened the door, entered and hacked the security program keeping the sword safe. Clark felt like an armed robber as he carefully removed the sword conveniently placing it in his bag. He silently left the vehicle after his successful robbery.

“What robbery? This is serving my country; I took something that would have been used to harm my fellow citizens away. I’m even supposed to be rewarded for this by the president,” Clark soothed his grumbling conscience with this as he prepared to continue his operation.

“First mission successful,” Clark silently noted as he quickly located where the ranged executioner slept. Before everyone slept, he noted where all the high-grade soldiers slept including where the commander slept. He silently went to where he slept as he found him snoring in exhaustion.

Clark took out one of his daggers as he advanced slowly to where the executioner slept. He was slightly nervous but he still advanced as he quickly reached where his target laid, he raised his dagger to stab him decisively but was surprised as executioner Dave’s eyes suddenly snapped open. As Clark brought his dagger down, Dave caught his hand, adrenaline kicked in as Clark quickly used his other hand to block his mouth to prevent him from shouting. The look in his eyes showed that he recognized him despite the armor covering his face.

Clark ignored his look as he finally exerted the strength of a high-grade soldier after a long time of holding back. Dave made him drop his dagger as Clark quickly retaliated giving him 3 punches to his stomach.

Dave was clearly fatigued as the punch weakened his grip on Clark. Clark wielded his other dagger while quickly stabbing his opponent on the neck. Dave struggled as Clark tried keeping him in place with all his strength while repeatedly stabbing him. This continued for about 2 minutes before he finally died, Clark didn’t heave a sigh of relief after his target’s death as he was sure that the small noise released from his struggle alerted some soldiers.

Fortunately, the executioners removed their armors for repairs or he wouldn’t have the guts to initiate this sabotage. Despite him dying Clark admired Dave’s cautiousness as he arranged his sniper to his side for an emergency which was clearly to Clark’s favor. He quickly bent down as he used the sniper rifle to watch where the other executioners slept.

Clark cursed as he saw 2 of the executioners already awake watching around cautiously. “Damn it,” he yelled inwardly as he quickly aimed at the last sleeping executioner. Boom!! The sound of the bullet flying past reverberated breaking the silence of the night as the last executioner’s brain exploded.

The whole camp was aroused by the sound as all the soldiers woke up shouting disorderly. Clark tried his luck shooting at the other 2 executioners, he underestimated high grade soldiers as they quickly dodged with speed, picked their machine guns and returned fire to where he was as the other soldiers followed their actions.

Ka!! Ka!! Ka!! Clark’s armor withstood the bullets exposing his position as he quickly dismantled the sniper rifle, kept it in his bag and brought out his 2-form gun. Where he stood was an elevated platform compared to where the other soldiers stood.

Machine gun Clark softly whispered as his 2-form gun changed into the exotic machine gun configuration. He searched hastily for Dave’s stash of bullets, after finding them he kept them quickly and finally clicked on the finish mission flashing on his wrist watch’s screen. An escape route quickly appeared; he memorized the general direction quickly as he jumped down from his elevated platform.

Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Clark’s military machine gun rained down bullets as he killed the 3 soldiers blocking his path. He sprinted into the forest following the direction provided by his watch.

Bullets hit his armor repeatedly, others flew past him as all the soldiers in the organization pursued after him. He ran with dread as he silently prayed against the commander joining the fight.

“Shit,” he cursed as luck refused to favor him this time.

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