Julian- United Human Faction- Day 20
Julian, mask and all, opened the door to Thomas’ SUV. The former face of the Faction sat at the wheel, leaning deep into his seat. The war was taking its toll on him almost as much as it had on Paul. He had been forced to drive through hostile territory for almost three weeks, hiding any connection he had to the Faction. That was not part of the Plan.
“Did you enjoy your vacation?” asked Julian, coldly.
Robert eyed the off-white mask and worn shirt of his leader, and replied, “Your plan can’t work.”
Julian wasn’t surprised by Thomas’ lack of enthusiasm. The only founding member who had failed his mission was beginning to complain. God forbid he would blame himself. Julian’s plan was at fault. The masked man almost smiled at the thought of executing the bastard as a traitor.
“And why not, Thomas? Is it because we lost New York, the hub of American economic activity? Or is it because Colorado, the state you promised the capture of, is practically neutral? Maybe it’s because the one member who was intended to be the figurehead of the revolution fell off the radar the second fighting broke out. You are no longer part of the Plan Thomas. However, I personally think that you would make an excellent spy for the Faction, seeing as you hid from the enemy for twenty days without even giving off that aura of superiority you produce so… flamboyantly.”
“You don’t have the right to order me around, I was working toward our goals before you even took the idea seriously.”
“I won’t give you orders, Thomas,” said Julian, exiting the car. “You’ll be at the mercy of the newly promoted Operational Director, a man named Carlos, who you might recognize. Have fun.”
Thomas punched the car horn as hard as he could while Julian calmly walked away. Had there not been a sniper watching them, he probably would have directed his anger at the man causing it, or at least the mask that corrupted his former friend.
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