The Conspiracy of the Elites

This was Clark’s first-time seeing soldiers from the Spartan army physically, he was excited but this only increased his dread and anticipation for the reason of their visit. On a normal sense, the Python military division is too small to attract visitors from this hegemon in the Spartan military.

The Spartan army is the number 1 military force of the Spartan republic. The Python military division and all other military organizations in the Spartan republic are all under the banner of this huge behemoth.

The leader of the Spartan army is a 5th ranked high-grade soldier, Commander Rashford. He is the Commander-in-chief of all military organizations in the republic and he is the strongest soldier of the Spartan republic excluding the President, “The Legendary Slaughterer”.

A high-grade soldier from a military division like the Python military division can only respect a normal soldier from the Spartan army. Their high-end weapons and gadgets alone can crush any high-grade soldier’s skill and experience with brute force.

Normal soldiers in the Spartan army are given the rank of private, normal soldiers in military divisions are simply not worthy of the rank. The end goal of practically every soldier in the Spartan republic was to join the ranks of the Spartan army.

Their normal soldiers are recruited only from Northern Sparta as soldiers there are better trained and are mostly from big backgrounds. High-grade soldiers from other parts of Sparta need to be extremely talented or have a mind-blowing military achievement before even being considered by the army.

As all these thoughts flashed through Clark’s head the silence was finally broken by one of the soldiers who looked like he was their leader. “Good morning soldiers”.

“Good morning sir,” they all hastily greeted as Clark felt like slapping myself. “Damn we all actually forgot to greet”.

“My name is General Bakash”.

Bam!! Clark almost blanked out for a second there. “A what…, an esteemed General of the Spartan army actually visited us. Shit when did I wash my uniform last? Is it smelling? I didn’t even iron it, what if the General gets irritated by my look, oh I’m dead I didn’t even comb my hair”.

After a great mental battle, Clark finally relaxed and became completely serious. A General from the Spartan army coming here personally indicated that they were probably going to get ready for a huge mission, he focused further as his expression soured a little on the thought of the Mocan invasion threat.

The General was displeased a little as he noticed all of them almost blanking out on just hearing his name. “My name is General Bakash,” he repeated.

“I am here to take 2 high-grade soldiers to follow me on a very dangerous and important mission. As you may already know this is extremely confidential so I can’t elaborate”.

“It is not by force to join this mission, there is an extremely high probability of dying but the reward is also very lucrative and if you die in this mission the whole Sparta republic will recognize you as a war hero. If you survive this mission, you will be able to immediately join the ranks of the Spartan army and you will be promoted directly to the rank of a captain despite any rank you are as a high-grade soldier. You will also receive a lot of small benefits when this mission is over, you have only 5 minutes to decide”.

The benefits mentioned made all the soldiers there excited including the captain but they quickly cooled down after they analyzed the situation further. The thing is that the risk of dying was simply too high, wealth and a famous reputation is good but death is simply too high a price to pay.

It is simply part of human nature, every soldier hesitates when faced with death directly unless you are either a fool, you are mad or you are on drugs. As they hesitated the 1st soldier from their midst stepped forward, to their surprise it was Corporal Mark. He was the most silent of all the high-grade soldiers of this military division but his strength could not be questioned as he was a 2nd rank high-grade soldier.

After a lot of hesitation and thinking Clark finally made up his mind as he stepped forward completing the quota of 2 soldiers.

Leo’s mind lagged behind for a while before he realized what happened. “CLARK what are you doing? Do you know how dangerous this mission is?”

Clark grinned as he looked at his friend, “I don’t know how dangerous the mission is but one thing I know is that this mission is definitely related to the Mocan republic”.

“Oh,” Leo finally understood as he shook his head in resignation.

“I always vowed to inflict damage back to the Mocan republic a million times the damage my parents received from them. Then if I’m sure that this mission is to inflict damage to them so why hesitate”. Clark explained in a soft tone to his friend. Leo just looked down; his mind was completely overwhelmed at the moment.

“Good, the quota is filled,” the General finally commented.

“Take this wrist watch and put it on. You have 10 minutes to get your things and prepare to leave, press the done button on the wrist watch when you are done”. The General and his entourage of soldiers disappeared immediately after as Clark recognized that they teleported away.

As Clark went back to his room, he thought of the 5 soldiers who stood behind the General, they never talked, not even once throughout.

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