Still floating above the world, watching the satellites fall, Aron turned to Nova and said, “Activate the replacent protocol.”
[Are you sure, sir?]
“Yes. It’s ti for Vladimir to be put into place.”
......
Sowhere in Ukraine, near the Russian border.
Vladimir had been operating as part of the forward forces, clearing the way for Russia’s troops to march on Kyiv. His orders from Russia were clear: sabotage whatever needed to be sabotaged and assassinate whoever needed to be killed to ensure that the Russian troops would have an easy ti in their “special military operation.”
He was in an outhouse, standing over the bloody corpse of his latest target, a militia commander of a hastily built force consisting of three squads of infantry with a few RPGs and a pile of explosives. The commander wouldn’t have had to die except that he woke up and stumbled out to the latrine in the middle of the night and happened to catch Vladimir in the act of setting demolition charges to take out the explosives.
As the operative was cleaning his knife, a chirp ca from his glasses, notifying him that his presence was required in VR. It wasn’t an ergency alert, but he would need to hurry up and finish what he was doing, then find a safe place to log in. Thus, he finished setting the charges, ard them, and set the tir on the detonator to forty-five seconds. He had always had a flair for the dramatic, so he walked out of the militia camp and was just out of range when the detonation happened, sending an enormous fireball up to the sky behind him as the last remnant of the shockwave made his clothes flutter.
“Take a selfie,” he ordered his AI assistant. Real badasses never looked at explosions, and to him, this was a real badass mont that he wanted to docunt for posterity’s sake.
[Yes, Mister Drama King,] the assistant replied. Vladimir could practically hear it rolling its virtual eyes; the two had a good relationship.
Vladimir increased his speed and ran to an unoccupied building nearby, then settled into a comfortable position and logged into VR.
......
Nyx and Vladimir had also been working well together, and the shadowy AI was waiting for him when he arrived in her “office”, a recreation of Central Park in New York City. She was sitting on a bench waiting for his arrival.
“You know I’m in an active war zone, right? Wasn’t two crossword clues, a book cipher, and a chalk signal a bit much to make go through for this eting?” Vladimir complained as he slumped to the bench beside Nyx and groaned. “I could be shot at any ti out in the real world.”
(Ed note: These are all thods spies use to contact each other in shows like Burn Notice or mystery novels. Supposedly they were really used during the Cold War, but I’d like to leave myself off of at least *one* governnt watch list, so I’ll stress that all of the thods here are from fictional dia sources.)
[Get over it, the ti dilation here gives plenty of ti to play,] Nyx replied. [Besides, I sent you the non-ergency eting request, so you should’ve had plenty of ti to get yourself to a safe place before logging in.]
“I did, and I should be fine where I’m at. Why’d you call , anyway, boss?”
[Orders from above. We’re activating the replacent protocol early,] Nyx said.
“Oh the replacem—wait. You’re moving it up? I thought there was more ti?”
Vladimir had always had a goal after his reprogramming and return to Russia: to replace Putin. The plan was to gain the man’s trust and be grood as a successor, as Putin was due to co up on his term limits and would need a sockpuppet to act as the president for a term, while he himself stepped down and took over as pri minister. Then, once he was eligible to run for election again, Putin would “win” the election and be the president of Russia for the next two terms.
“So how will we go about it?”
[As we speak, I have a team in place. You just blew up a militia supply camp, right? Well, ‘your’ corpse will be discovered there, if anyone cares to look for it. anwhile, you’re to undergo a second round of gene engineering, where you’ll beco your target. Then, how you replace him is up to you. I suppose I should give you the ‘your mission, should you choose to accept it’ spiel, but honestly... you’re going to choose to accept it.]
“Yeah, yeah, I suppose I would ‘choose’ to accept it indeed,” Vladimir sighed. “Well, off to work then. Send the details to my glasses, boss. Good seeing you, you’re looking great, how’s the weather, how’s the kids, how’s work, and all the rest.” He saluted Nyx, then began his logout sequence.
Nyx sat back on the park bench after Vladimir left and giggled to herself.
......
After logging out of VR, Vladimir headed to the rendezvous point, where he would et with his nyxian support team.
When he arrived, he whistled in the prearranged code and a full nyxian team revealed themselves by dropping their “snuggies”. All five of them were, of course, gorgeous won, and dressed in the bodysuit and vest combo that nyxians used in the field only highlighted that fact. But Vladimir knew that, just like in nature, the most beautiful things were also the deadliest, so he did his best to remain calm and professional, as well as to avoid any... embarrassing physiological responses.
After all, they may need his head to remain on his shoulders, but his smaller head was nowhere near as safe as that one was.
“Hey handso,” the nyxian squad leader and honeypot, Cara Williams, practically purred. She had honey-blonde hair that cascaded in perfect curls down over her shoulders and upper back to the bottom of her shoulder blades and her face wouldn’t be out of place in a fashion magazine or walking the catwalk at Fashion Week in Paris.
Vladimir was already in danger, and his mission hadn’t even begun!
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