Carlos- United Human Faction- Day 2
“Carlos, you need sleep just as much as I do. Take a break, there’s half a country to hold up the fort,” said Paul over his computer terminal.
“I haven’t had either of my teams report in yet. I know John was at least partly successful, but the other seven are unaccounted for,” said Carlos, pacing.
The previous day, while it had served its purpose, was a failure in the aging immigrant’s eyes. When Paul had offered him help receiving citizenship, Carlos expected to escape the drugs and poverty of his home nation. The country he entered seemed just as dysfunctional. He wanted America to be made great for his children, and it wasn’t going to happen while he was asleep.
Carlos turned on the other three computers in the room, and checked the Faction network. There, the small blips of red that had formerly shown the locations of field agents across the country had grown and joined to form a wall of red, stretching across the entire Western half of the nation. However, Colorado was blatantly exempt from Faction influence. Even Carlos knew this was the area had been promised by Thomas and his men. Why had everything gone so wrong? He checked the newsfeed, and saw no new reports from Julian. This worried him. There should have been some sort of communication from the leader of the entire movement.
What if Julian wasn’t the leader he had hoped for? What if the Faction itself was set for failure? He refused to allow questions to flood his mind, no matter how important they seemed. Carlos wasn’t without doubts, but his doubts related more to his team than to his leaders.
He could hear John closing the door of his jeep outside. As if on a cue, his computer loaded a new page. His screen was filled by the brilliant white mask of the Faction’s leader. The San Francisco skyline provided an appearance of organization, as erratic as Julian’s actions were.
“This is a message to the whole of the United States,” Julian began as John and Richard brought in their hostage. “For five years, we have suffered from the indifference of a corrupt and incompetent government. The dollar is at its lowest value in history, the unemployment rate has tripled since the end of the war, and there has been no aid to those states damaged by the failed Korean expansion.
“We, the United Human Faction, stand against the state. We vow to create a new system of government, based not on religion or money, but on the reality that this nation has fallen prey to the mistakes of the past. We do not need reform. We do not need regulation. We need revolution. Stand with me and join the United Human Faction. Create a new America, united not just by name, but by a common goal of growth for the future. America will be the most powerful country in the world again, but not under its current leaders. Overthrow the feudal lords of the United States. Your militias will be invaluable in the coming storm. Join us, and you will be rewarded.”
The video ended, the computer returned to its complacent state. The virus had done its job. Every website in the world had transmitted that message, and the Faction’s borders were expanding by the minute. There was at least one success mixed in with the failures of the past day.
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