Vast amount's of troop's have been deployed globally in every form of settlement, the gargantuan number has now been spread out, but for the technology they can travel the continent in mere hour's providing an everlasting advantage. Currently there isn't much information on the rebellion as the only real knowledge is the artist who create's the art pieces to act as a symbol. There are estimates on the size but none are going to be accurate. The government doesn't even know how people are not taking the pills with all the precautions in place, it should be nearly impossible unless there was a drastic issue in the system. This is why with all the issues at hand Dr Wilson has been instructed to drop all his current task's to find out the issue with the system, this meant leaving the satellite system to go to data centres around the city to look for any information.
Filtering through the thousand's of files i scan the name's for anything. What a shit mission, there are no lead's, i will have to look at literally anything. Leaning back in my chair i take a sip of my coffee to help me stay awake. Putting my drink down and standing i head to the chalkboard in the room and begin writing a plan. I need to start with a lead so i will look at multiple cases of unemployment in cities, then i will have to check personal files for any data if they have disappeared or if they have been tracked moving a lot compared to when they were employed. Hearing the alarm on my device going off i move toward's the briefcase with my new injection's in. Finishing the injection i notice i have no more needle's left, moving toward's a computer i contact the doctor that i need more delivering. Opening the file system i begin following my plan. Not long passes before i get a reply from the doctor saying they will be shipped later today. Getting back to following my plan multiple hour's pass.
Being kept in one building Dr Wilson cannot do much when taking a rest, even he, known for having an inhuman work ethic need's a break, especially when is no leads for a mission or assignment. Time passes slowly until a phone call comes through, answering the phone he speaks out "This is Dr Wilson, what do you need?" listening in he steps back, stumbling into some furniture, "How, it should of been a secure shipment, it already was, and with the reinforcements that should of been in place there should be no way, I need them, I have none" Dr Wilson states getting more and more aggressive. Waiting for the last reply he slams the phone down stammering, pacing the room he can only become more aware of the drastic consequences which comes with this. Deciding he has had enough he wanders to the door, leaving the room and making his way to the exit passing multiple soldiers stationed there they all look telling him to stop, closer and closer, they convene to create a blockade to keep him from escaping. "Sorry Dr but we are not allowed to let you leave" One of them announces, being backed by the others they stand guard, walking up to them his face portrays anxiousness, unknown to him, he doesn't know why he feels this way, the need to escape. "I am ordering you to move out of my solider" Dr Wilson states in a stern tone standing tall locking eyes. The corridor thick with tension, the static of a device starts, one of the soldiers begins whispering and steps forward, eye to eye. "We have just received orders to use physical force to keep you from leaving this building Dr, we do not want to, but you are leaving us with no choice." Taking a step back it feels like time is stopping, his mind a haze, his feelings astray. Everything is growing exponentially within him as the injection is slowly wearing away. Looking around, at all of their faces, showing a multitude of emotions from fear to sorrow to courage. Steeping forward he begins to announce "Mov-" but his world goes black as his body collapses, a solider behind begins to lean down and pick him up, one by one the others help and take him to the control room and station themselves outside.
My mind is blank, like the canvas, the ones I remember seeing. Shaking my head I groan in pain, looking around the room I recognise none of it, a complexity new environment, Listening for anything I am startled by sounds of gunshots and screams coming from the door, trying to stand I realise I am tied down, why am I tied down? what did I do? The sounds get louder and louder, the ringing of alarms blare within the room. Struggling against the ropes I begin to feel something unknown to me, I don't know how to express it, fighting against the restraints more and more there is a massive explosion behind the door. Feeling myself be rag dolled across the room I breathe in, yet I struggle to do so, coughing, I am coughing, but why is there red? Hearing rapid footsteps and voices I try to look up but I feel my body go cold, and I blackout.
Sat in a room opposite each other they laugh at their marvellous play, finally it will finish soon.