Welcome to the "EWC", most of you have been hand picked , by means we will not tell you for it is a "NTK" need to know, and you need not know. Your
names have been assigned to you. You will find them in your Task force folder, "TFF " each of you will be the first of your kind! You have all head
of Drones, . The Major stated as he took another puff of his cigar, then asked do you. Most of the class said yes ... a few did not know, nor care,
one minute they where playing a video game, some at home, some at class, either at High school or at Collage, and a few at work.... 50 in all in this
class... [each class was told the same line's er lie's] when agents from the Gov came and got them, not one was told of why, whom or where they
were going. and some just wanted back to the life they new before, before all the lies and deceit, before the forced draft.
Its not what you think
This was a new kind of draft one where brains and speed of your thumb finger or texting got you in to the Select Service Force SSF and the Major was
the head of SSF Mech recon, DARPA begun the project back in the early 21st, where Drones could be more than spy planes,or UAV's Tanks M1 B4 AH64K's
B2's F22G's the list went on. but whom to get, not everyone nor those in the Mil was up to it, some thought they where toys, had no respect of the
power, nor the wisdom to see that it was more that a joy stick and weapon system to play with, it was thought and reflexes the ultimate in
interaction of AI and man, and the way war was to fought from now on.
One person in the back spoke up , "hay you in the clown suit , where are we and when do we get to go home! "
Who the f**k said that!!! the Major roared!!!
"I did, said the young man in the back of the room, and who the F**k are you" he asked back.
The Major now fuming with rage, moved as if running to the place where the young man sat, pulling the young man out of his seat by griping the
leather jacket at the neck line with both hands with such force the leather started to rip, the Major look him straight in the eye not saying a word
gave him the once over glance as if looking at a cut of meat, what seemed like a minute passed before the Major said biting his teeth , Your not to
speak till spoken too your name is thunder mine is the MAJOR!!!!! He yelled as loud as he could, throwing the young man back in his seat, whom
looked at his collar seeing the finger indents, asked " you still did not answer my question, and for that matter what the f**k does EWC stand for
The Major froze, turned, flipped the cigar at the question asking punk, the last place you'll ever see you piece of Sheep dipped turd, if it was up
to me I would shoot you where you sit , but it is not up to me, not yet, lets see how you'll do on the line first, FU** UP you'll get your out, you'll
see your home, by the way of the grave, do you read me. The Major spoke growling, his eyes fixed and as if blazing, staring at the young man, he
continued EWC stands for Encrypted Weapons Control, a Secure link between you and your"LBD" Land Based Drone, if we are done with this idle chit chat
lets get down to BIZZ!!! OPEN!!!! you DAMN!!!! Folders, Time's wasting, your on the line in 30 min ladies and Scum!!!! The Major Bellowed as he headed
back to the front of the room, to begin the 200th class of 50, a class that would have a traitor among them.
For it was widely known no one did go back as they where, they changed they did not fit in nor could interact with others they seemed more robot than
human, as if they where more machine than human. when the first 50 came back after a year of being "in Service" friends and family started to notice
the oddness and differences of ones that came back some did not, they where listed MIA or KIA, but if your not "in-country" nor in "harms way" how
could they be.
As with all wars, not all the truth is told.
end of part one
edit on 7-7-2013 by bekod because: line edit