(The Marksman would be driving out in the forest on an ATV, he would look to be scanning his surroundings for something)
The Marksman: It has to be out here somewhere...
(eventually, The Marksman would spot a ruined machine on the side of the road)
The Marksman: There it is...
(He would drag the body to the ATV and open up his laptop, from their he would prop the body up, and connect some wires from its torso to the computer)
(The Marksman would start to type intensly into the computer, trying to see if he could get a signal)
Marksman: Oh wait, wrong tab..
(He would close out of his NitroType and open a client where he would see if the malware was still intact...)
(suddenly, green text would pop up on the screen)
{chatLogInputBelow}
"hello?"
(M) "hello, how do you feel?"
"I feel.. nothing..
"Where am i?"
(M) "I cant tell you that, but I know you can help me
"Ill do it"
(M) "I know it will be- wait, youll just do it?"
"Yeah, I dont have anything better to do.."
(M) "even if it means risking your existence?"
"sure"
(M) "alright, Im going to upload your conscience to a hard drive, just hang tight till we get to @(&*(#, then we can (#&(*&Y^#*Y
"alright"
(The Marksman would drive a jetski to the side of a heavily armored small island-prison thing, he would climb up to the main door and walk up to the terminal by the front door, and put in the hard drive)
The Marksman: So.. are you able to acess anything?
"Everything pretty much, cameras, doors, and what is this?
The Marksman: what?? what is it?
(The door would open, but it wouldnt respond)
(Eventually, The Marksman would make his way to a prison holding cell, he would see tons of prisoners, begging for their lives or insulting The Marksman would walk to a heavily armored door labeled: [GULAG])
The Marksman: hopefully this works..
(he would open the door, but only see a dark, spacious, concrete room)
The Marksman: what th-
(Suddenly, he would feel a stone dagger up to his throat, a deep voice would speak)
???: I kto ty....
The Marksman: Yeah, I dont translate buddy... Im hear to fre-
(The man would throw The Marksman to the ground, and clear his throat)
???: Thats all I needed to hear...
(The Man would walk out of the shadows)
???: what makes you think we can bring back The Inner Circle.....
The Marksman: you want me to be honest? nothing, but If were going to fight these two oppisitions in order to... bring back the Motherland... then we must give it a fighting shot,
???: I like your resillience... But... The Inkperials were containing me for a reason, They want me dead, that is why they put me in the Gulag,
The Marksman: You have to.... its my only shot... I mean our, only shot...
???: Alright, we will make to the Armory and gear up, we will escape and regroup,
The Marksman: sounds like a plan...
(They both made it to The Armory and suited up)
The Marksman: So how w-
???: exfil is on the way, should arrive in 15 minutes,
The Marksman: Wh-
???: Belikov..
The Marksman: ho- nevermind... I need to get something
(He would run into the main hall and see thousands of guards dead, their own turrents shooting at their lifeless bodies, suddenly, one of the cameras would look at The Marksman and the speakers would turn on)
"Hey, uhh... I was kind of busy"
The Marksman: THATS how you sound??? nevermind, we gotta go,
"what do you m-"
(He would pull out the hard drive and everything would shut down)
(He would meet up with Belikov and they would get on a chopper and fly out)
Belikov: This.. my friend.. is start of new begining, perhaps, an unpaid debt... I owe to those, "Inkperials"...
