Developing an Arsenal: Overwatch (The Unit)

Chapter 32: Rewriting the Playbook

-King's Row power plant; Solomon-

The stocky omnic sat in the CEO office of the King's Row power plant. The two black Null Troopers stood by the door, accompanying Solomon as he observes the city through the big window behind. He watches the action like a king admiring his subjects as Null Troopers marched the streets with supremacy, patrolling the area for a human to exterminate. King's Row has turned into a cold hell since Null Sector rose from the ground and launched their attack on the beautiful city. As surrounding cites were attacked by militant omnics and or militant humans, Solomon has kept things quiet to make sure the uprising burns strong.

The silence was interrupted by a couple of knocks on the door. The international terrorist lets out a bit of an annoyed sigh before letting a hand up.

"Come in." He commanded.

The door opens to let Captain Flint into the room. Flint didn't have his helmet on as there was no point of keeping it on. The knight's helmet was there to intimidate, raise the captain into a level of power. Solomon rotates his chair halfway as Flint took off his helmet.

"What is your status on the hostages?" Solomon asked.

"My men have gathered all the humans and omnics who don't follow us." Flint reported. "We'll have all 100 hostages here in a few hours."

"Good, that's a better performance from your men than what I've seen." Solomon snarled. "They're incredibly incompetent. Fools who can't handle a simple problem.

Captain Flint forms a fist, growling softly. "Sir, if you're pissed about those operators causing small setbacks to the operation- "

"You mean my operation!" Solomon snaps suddenly.

"What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't be yelling for it."

"Why shouldn't I? You humans have proven to be incompetent to work alongside Null Sector. I paid you a lot to create a militia." Solomon barked. "What you've given me was a group of idiots who can't to handle a four soldiers."

Flint pauses. "There's a silver lining to these losses. I think I've found a way to go after them."

"You have found a way now?" Solomon's hand rests on his chin. "Please continue. I'll ignore the fact it took you this long to figure it out."

Flint grew agitated inside, but kept his cool in check. "Well, you claimed the attack on the BBC station was random, isolated. However, the rescue of our VIPs only means one thing; they had help from the outside. Perhaps their friends from the outside have decoded Jericho's information and guiding them to attack places where we are weak."

Solomon's eyes widen. "Does that mean they know about me?"

"I'm not sure." Flint tries to say more, but he stops as his neck is grasped by Solomon's fingers. Solomon lifts Flint several inches above the ground with just one hand.

"Do you have any idea what happens if they do!?!?" Solomon roared at the captain's face.

Flint slaps Solomon's arms rapidly, begging for air. Solomon loosens his grip and lets him speak.

"It doesn't matter if they know or not." Flint said. "I can trace the signal of whoever they are talking to, where's it coming from. We can end this problem from there."

Solomon hesitates for a moment. Then, he drops the captain to the ground. Flint coughs a couple times for air as Solomon holds out a hand.

"Find them." Solomon ordered. "Then, send an army to their doorstep or whatever they are hiding."