Time Ghost

Chapter 27

Three men in the conference room, counted to four with appearance of the President in the meeting. Beeping sounds of the projector reverberate throughout its square-shaped construction and bouncing up across the wall. Generals speak of strategy by the augmented reality panel on the center of the table. Ideas are to be discussed on every meeting for brainstorming of the most suitable options available, hence its capabilities to develop an adjustable 3D layout upon request.

~bam~

Doors closed and the curtain veiled down for the setup of their conference. The four most powerful personalities in the room will have a heated debate over Naulus and their warfare proficiency. To make up space for their mouthful blast towards each other, the conference room also has noise-canceller coating installed on the wall and its furniture to ensure no further leak could occur under their supervision.

Unless, a high-grade espionage device has been situated within the room in about more than an hour earlier. To guarantee that no such electronic apparatus has been fitted upon one of the office cabinets, a laser scanner will inspect the nook and cranny of the room beforehand. Its nearly-invisible red lines could detect a bacteria-sized technology and disable them by concentrated heat upon the threat afterwards.

“Good afternoon, Mr. President.”

A General with white-colored uniform salutes the President by crossing one hand sideways on top of his forehead, immediately followed by fellow Generals on the other side of the square table. One other General don the blue-colored uniform for the meeting ahead, whilst Jamie Krueger wears a camouflage-motif uniform for the resemblance of the army He leads.

The President nodded towards the greetings and formed a curling lips over his own.

My mind, please inform me of the other two Generals….

So, the white one is a Navy enthusiast, seafarer, and a prolific fisherman of Naulus. His name is apparently synonymous with water-related profession. Holden Fischer, look at that, how far could his parents have known of their kid’s future.

The blue man sports a jet fighter for breakfast. Confrontations on the sky is this person’s specialty. Flips and flops high to outspeed the sound barrier at its finest. For the name…. It’s Neil Rudolph. I don’t have any disagreement with this, but I think it sounds quite less in might.

Darn it. I have to attend high-level meeting with superior from every line. I remember a lot of intelligence for several Armea Technologies to add of our conversation and maximise our chance of victory. Baron Scheider has those up within his mind, thankfully, so I….

No, what am I thinking?

They would question my source if I ever told them about such report. Generals were selected from their excellent score of intuitiveness and accomplishment to sustain. In addition, their extensive experience will lead them for right or wrongful answer nonetheless, and ridiculous token of information from my mouth will present no precise value for them at all.

Think again, how could a political leader of Naulus managed on acquiring such military-classified knowledge? They would ask me of the informer’s identity, no less, even requested to meet the man themselves in that regard.

It is harmful for a President to divulge a sensitive claim without any backups on the rear.

So, what should I speak about? No time to blurt these things to myself. Let’s see how this goes.

~beep-beep~

Without further ado, Jamie Krueger started browsing on the augmentation panel for the show. He carefully swaps over many options of three-dimensional projections on the platform. It loads the entire map of Durino, sole continent at the heart of Pacific Ocean and shelter for the two Great Nations in conflict.

Keen in focus of the maps, Jamie Krueger then places a triangle to form on both palms,” I will be to-the-point with our current disturbance. Please put your attention in this exact location, Mr. President, my fellow Generals.” The man in stripes circles a spot on the borderline of either countries. It was the scene for the current main battle tank deployment that was turned into a mush straight after.

The virtual imagery of last battle parade appears in three-dimensional simulation. Jamie Krueger plays it forward as the convoy drifts from the south. Slow-paced but frightening in the flesh, no Armean soldiers could maintain themselves amidst its progress to conquer the ruin of Moyra. Either flattened by the stampede or fractured into pieces against their exploding barrels, no other choice other than to surrender upon relentless force of Naulus technology.

“So, we have a certain rat under our commander tank that were capable to penetrate our soldier’s ranks. It chews our ‘indestructible’ compartment without breaking a sweat.” Jamie Krueger explained. The man in stripes puts a finger over the bottom parts of the tank afterwards,” My question is, how could that person pierce into it? I’m open for suggestions.”

Holden Fischer raises one hand and speaks, “One moment. That is your responsibility, Jamie.” He muttered. The other General apparently agreed to his interruption, as Neil Rudolph nodded to the argument consequently. Before the stripes-wearing General continues, Neil Rudolph fixed his glance towards the President as if the Air Force demands prolific commentary from their paramount leader afterwards.

” How about you, Mr. President? Anything to add for this catastrophic failure?” Neil Rudolph asked.

Sentiments from Neil Rudolph is quite entertaining….

it is indeed the Army’s account for such troublesome mishaps. We have to consider of how laid-back I was to breach, back in the day of being a small-time soldier on the field. It was nothing but a poke under their stomach and it caused a massive discharge underneath.

How can they record all of these? It even has a real-time position for everyone, including myself in Baron Schneider’s body!

I can’t fathom to this universe and its technology. Too advanced for my taste, and it’s in 2009.

Why am I suddenly afraid of the worst? It shouldn’t be it, obviously.

The President observes ahead of the stern-looking Generals across the edge. Wisdom above all else, Marcel Dubois indicates of a viable solution to the issues that Jamie Krueger had mentioned. Two other Generals awaited a blast against the breakdown circumstance and delighted to watch fury instilled within.

Under the breath, their laughter echoes.  

In politics, mind warfare is to be expected. Favorable entitlement hails from the triumphant and flatters them high. To be reprimanded means a grave misdeed without honor for the pride of a gargantuan-sized army forces on his back.

Jamie Krueger is at the bottom of the ocean, this time around.

“What about we end this war completely?” The President exclaimed.