19: Miles away, at the Johnson/McGee Copper Mill, a man stood overseeing the implanting of the chips. The massive iron structure of the mill offered little shelter from the elements, but it suited his needs just fine for now. The Defectors served as guards and a few who were doctors helped out as chip implanters. A 38 year old female road worker wearing an orange vest was currently on the operating table. The surgeon sterilized the back of her hand with a piece of gauze dipped in hydrogen peroxide. He then took his scalpel and made a half-inch incision in the center of the back of her hand. An assistant handed him one of the chips and he used surgical pliers to insert it into the incision. After that, it was a simple matter of three or four stitches and her hand was bandaged up to keep it safe from infection while it healed.
The man who seemed to be in charge, known only as Rend, smiled with satisfaction at the sight before him. He was of a medium build and dressed like a fisherman with a camouflaged vest and blue jeans with leather boots. "There are only a few chips left. Then these pathetic sons of Adam will soon be completely vanquished and the sons of Ithodyn shall have a new home on this bright blue globe."
One of the Defectors, apparently a grocery store bagger wearing a forest green apron, turned to Rend and asked, "Who is Ithodyn?"
"My young follower, Ithodyn is your new master. Here on Earth you have the one you call Lucifer, which means 'bringer of light'. On Sypraxia, we have Ithodyn, which also translates to 'bringer of light'. He has his own followers who are the equivalent of dark spirits here on Earth. You all have so much to learn and I shall teach you."
A red-haired woman in her mid-twenties who wore a flower-print cotton blouse and khaki capris seemed to be disturbed by this and began to head toward the exit. "Grab her. Bring her to me." Two of the guards seized the helpless woman before she could get very far. "My poor child, what seems to be the rush?"
With a horrified look in her eyes and a defiant smirk on her lips she replied, "I don't owe you anything. Look at my hands. No chip. I am still untaken and I will never follow you." She spat on the floor.
Instead of walking to her, Rend seemed to melt before everyone's fascinated eyes. This rush of what looked like water moved closer to her and then formed up again into the man they knew as Rend. "Fool! The Untaken shall all die!" With that, he gently lay his hand over her mouth which didn't seem like a threatening gesture, but the woman's eyes went wide as she struggled for air. He calmly pulled his hand away and she fell to the floor dead. He had drowned her.
Just then a middle-aged male Defector dressed in a yellow buttoned shirt with a brown tie ran into the mill and knelt before Rend. "Rise, my loyal follower."
"I just got back from town. It seems that many of the Untaken have made their way to a local amusement park and are staying at a hotel there. There's no telling what they're planning."
"Good work, son. We need to plan an invasion of this hotel of theirs. There is no way of knowing what sort of danger they might be if they band together." Rend turned back to the corpse on the floor. "Get this wretch out of my sight now!"
The man who seemed to be in charge, known only as Rend, smiled with satisfaction at the sight before him. He was of a medium build and dressed like a fisherman with a camouflaged vest and blue jeans with leather boots. "There are only a few chips left. Then these pathetic sons of Adam will soon be completely vanquished and the sons of Ithodyn shall have a new home on this bright blue globe."
One of the Defectors, apparently a grocery store bagger wearing a forest green apron, turned to Rend and asked, "Who is Ithodyn?"
"My young follower, Ithodyn is your new master. Here on Earth you have the one you call Lucifer, which means 'bringer of light'. On Sypraxia, we have Ithodyn, which also translates to 'bringer of light'. He has his own followers who are the equivalent of dark spirits here on Earth. You all have so much to learn and I shall teach you."
A red-haired woman in her mid-twenties who wore a flower-print cotton blouse and khaki capris seemed to be disturbed by this and began to head toward the exit. "Grab her. Bring her to me." Two of the guards seized the helpless woman before she could get very far. "My poor child, what seems to be the rush?"
With a horrified look in her eyes and a defiant smirk on her lips she replied, "I don't owe you anything. Look at my hands. No chip. I am still untaken and I will never follow you." She spat on the floor.
Instead of walking to her, Rend seemed to melt before everyone's fascinated eyes. This rush of what looked like water moved closer to her and then formed up again into the man they knew as Rend. "Fool! The Untaken shall all die!" With that, he gently lay his hand over her mouth which didn't seem like a threatening gesture, but the woman's eyes went wide as she struggled for air. He calmly pulled his hand away and she fell to the floor dead. He had drowned her.
Just then a middle-aged male Defector dressed in a yellow buttoned shirt with a brown tie ran into the mill and knelt before Rend. "Rise, my loyal follower."
"I just got back from town. It seems that many of the Untaken have made their way to a local amusement park and are staying at a hotel there. There's no telling what they're planning."
"Good work, son. We need to plan an invasion of this hotel of theirs. There is no way of knowing what sort of danger they might be if they band together." Rend turned back to the corpse on the floor. "Get this wretch out of my sight now!"
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