double click flag im lazy. i was gonna make it cool but alas motivation became zero. This happens shortly after "raod" Red HQ Pierre walks into Ivan's office. "Ah, welcome comrade. What do you want to discuss?" "Ivan, my friend. Good to see you're doing..." Something was off about Ivan. He looked very robotic, and his eyes... "...doing well." "Yes comrade, I am doing perfectly fine! Alas, I cannot say the same for my army. Have you come to lend support?" Pierre sighed. "Can you lock the door?" Ivan looked a bit confused, but complied. "What's wrong comrade?" Pierre took a deep breath as he pulled out the copied files. "Look, I've been told these documents have been in the hands of you and High Command. I need to know...if you really did look at it. And, well, if you didn't, here it is." Ivan took the papers. "Hm, interesting. I-" Ivan kept reading, his eyes getting wider. "This- can't- be? N-no! I-" Perfexillium The Architect was chatting with General Lef and Vinetor. "Yeah, Ambronia just announced tariffs on us. Should-" Suddenly, a device in the Architect's pocket rang. MIRCOCHIP: MALFUNTCION! DANGER! DANGER! IMMINENT FAILURE! T-11:04 The Architect watched in horror. "What in the Works-? The chip- its malfunctioning!?" "How?" said Gen. Lef. "Ivan's just been sitting in his office-" "Oh no." said Gen. Vinetor. "Didn't Pierre go to speak to Ivan a few days ago??" "Oh, Works help us." Red HQ "See, they lied to us!" said Pierre. "They promised us unity, and look at how they treat us. "No...t-that's not possible..." "It is! It's right there!" "My head- I f-feel...cold..." Ivan clutched his head in pain. "Ahhhh! Worksdammit!" Pierre rushed to his side "Worksdammit! Uh, what do I-" A knock at the door. "Slop." "Open this door now!!" Three Reds burst open the door. "Hey! What did you do?!" "W-wait! It's not what it looks like!" says Pierre, as Ivan is having a seizure behind him. "Yeah, I think it is. Get him, comrades!" Pierre pulls his pistol and manages to fight them off. "I have to get out of here!" Pierre runs to his car, meanwhile, in the office, alone... Ivan. He wakes up, and only one thing is in his mind. Revenge. For one person. "Gren Moldor...."
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