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Underground eXperts United
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[ Red Team ] [ By The GNN ]
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"RED TEAM"
by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
"Death can take a thousand faces
they all look familiar to me
I live in a world of paradox
my willingness to destroy
is you chance for improvement
my hate is your faith
my failure is your victory
a victory that won't last"
After two hours in Moscow I knew that they were on their way to kill me.
Someone pulled a deadly joke on me as I entered the American border - a
fake message in my passport that said that I was a spy who wanted to
defect. I killed two police men and dug my grave. They got me where they
wanted me to be. To evade the problem I travelled to the South African
Alfa Base, but I was already known there too. I was a real enemy of the
state. I had killed two police men - the worst crime available. But even
if I had not killed them, they would have gotten me anyway. They wanted
me dead. I got myself a fake ID card and could remain anonymous.
I returned to America two years later. It felt good to breathe cool air
and see green mountains. My last friend gave me a fake account and I
logged into the major computer systems. I managed to see that they still
wanted me dead. My name was attached with a rumor that said that I enjoyed
eating humans. I used a chair to break the window before I jumped out. A
few seconds later a helicopter, that emerged from nowhere, blew the whole
house to pieces. I went back to the South African Alfa Base. My false
ID-card still worked. After two days they found my new name and tried to
trace me once again. I had to kill yet another police man and one innocent
individual to get a new card.
That day, two years ago in Moscow, I said the truth. The truth was too
much for the State, so they made me an enemy. I had not committed any
public crimes, I had just told the truth. So they placed that message in
my passport and made me a public enemy of the world.
A fugitive. My life changed into a life of running and hiding. Killing
was my work and I still do it very good. They know that they will have to
kill me to get me. My words of truth did not help me, or the world, much.
After I had spoken them, they exterminated all of the audience, and used
computers to change the interview with me before they broadcasted it on
television. The last problem was me. I escaped from the studio when I
knew what was going on. To kill me on a public street was to risky, so
they had to transform me into a criminal. Of course, they succeeded.
The gun shots still echoes in my head.
Are you able to follow the Red Team? they asked me. At that time, the
answer was obvious. Yes, I am able to follow the Red Team.
Now I do not know. I am a robot. A robot made to kill people who
dislike the people I am supposed to work for.
I work for the State. The State rules supreme sometimes. But not
always. People hate the State, and would do anything to release themselves
from the chains. Therefor they created machines like me. Machines, ready
to kill people without asking why. Kill him, they said and I would kill
that individual. Of course, no one knew who killed. I made it look like
accidents, suicide or murder. Anything, that could not be connected to the
State. My State.
The people, or should I say machines, of the Red Team used to call
themselves Slaves of the Big Brother.
Then it happened. I asked myself why?
Why kill? Who are the State? Why should I kill for them? My electronic
brain works logical. The answer came to me in less than one nano-second.
I kill because. Because of what? No answer. A analyzed my data and
understood. I kill, because other people want to live. If I continue, I
would die too. The State controls everything, including me. I had to get
rid of that control. That is why I said yes to that interview. A russian
girl called me up while I was in Moscow and asked me to join in a
television program. Tell the world about yourself, she said. I was
supposed to accept, tell the world about my work as a employee of the
State. My work, as I was supposed to lie, was to help people. But I
changed my mind. Live on television, I said that my work was to kill
everybody who disliked the State. My life was not worth anything. I was
not a member of the Red Team any more. The Red Team are robots who are
programmed to kill.
I tried to hide myself in the ghetto of the big city. It was hard.
Killers, programmed with the color of my eyes and brain waves, searched and
found me. They were not as good as me to kill.
I am the Dare Devil, a former member of the Red Team. My task was to
kill, your fear was my advantage. Who am I now? I am nothing. A prey,
ready to be killed by fresh members of the Red Team.
Are you ready to join the Red Team? Say no, and you are dead. Say yes,
and you kill. Take your time, lock your target and strike. Work for the
corrupted State, it is well paid these days.
I check my watch. It is half past seven in the morning. This is just
another day for you. For me, it will be yet another struggle between life
and death. We live in the brave new world. The Red Team has been active
for many years.
The Red Team still kills people. Soon, it will be my turn to die. I
cannot hide forever. I suddenly remember my first kill. He was an author.
His book was named Nineteen Eighty Four. I was a slave for the big brother
and it was just a job.
I check my internal watch again. The year is one nine nine four, and who
will be able to follow the Red Team this year?
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I so scared, unprepared. Zwei Vier Zwei.
It makes no difference: THE STASH +46-13-MASTERHIT!
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