Betrayal>omega:The enemy within: first Blood

The Young soldier was back.. in record time, The man in Black noted with satisfaction. Now to see if omega command had survived. He thumbed the talk key : Omega Prime to Omega secundus, Over.
The reponse, quick and unhurried, Brought another smile to his face ..” Omega secundus reading Omega prime , Please authenticate,over” for all the polite phrasing, He knew a fumble would only end his Career as a Brahmos homed in on his radio signal and came screaming in at a little over mach six.
“ Omega prime authenticates Bravo-Alpha-niner-Zulu- Foxtrot, standby for squeal from comsats on K-band, vertical polarity. Omega Control is off the net , I say again, Omega control is off the net.,Acknowledge” and hoped like hell the computer had managed to upload everything for the burst transmission”
“ Secundus acknowledges squeal and authenticates Get-the-fucking-bastards, Over”. Another freeze the seven hells smile.
“ Omega control is compromised, I repeat, Omega Control is compromised: Omega is abandoning primary , we have cockroaches in the kitchen, Over”
A touch more emotion,this time” Omega Prime acknowledges, Control is down, Executing Firestorm . ETA on target is 90 seconds .. i repeat, ETA is 90 seconds .MOVE MOVE MOVE”.
And then there was nothing except a mad dash for safety. Amazingly, All of them made it out.. except one raider who had been hiding somewhere. Five hypersonic missiles , right on the dot. Secundus had loaded thermite. Jeez. The man literally jumped off the building and vaporized in midair.
Less than ten seconds later, The pickup arrived, and the Man in Black felt pride once more. Goddamn, His kids were good.. no, The best. That pilot had burned some rubber getting here.
The communicator buzzed” omega prime to Alpha prime, Confirm roasted rats, over”
“alpha prime acknowledges bar-b-q pit. Good shooting. I have men on the ground and that bird isn’t big enough , Over”
Hesitation, this time” Alpha prime, that is Your plane sir, The others are on the way, We have incoming Erasers on that site, we don’t know whose yet”
“ Alpha prime acknowledges, lets get out of here.. and a hand signal sent his men scattering away from the incoming nuclear fireball, as the VTOL touched down.
“The pilot took one look and went ashen..” sir, you are hit” . The man in Black bit back his anger and smiled.. “ No I am not, But I need to be at omega prime ASAP, let’s see if you can set a new record, shall we” and the world dissolved into dust. As the VTOL turned into a whirlwind..and the pilot redlined his four engines…

The flight to the new Omega prime gave him enough time to catch up… Events had been moving like a badly choreographed movie, No time to think .. time to take a few breaths..Then the word” erasers” popped up. Omega secundus , now Omega prime , knew more than he did. So whose special forces and whose eraser..Then he looked at the watch: 7 minutes from first contact. minutes in which Omega had transformed.. and the countdown had not stopped: 22 minutes to operation Aryan nation. “shit”
No other word sufficed. The man in black brooded as the craft raced for the New Omega prime.
Omega was at war, with no enemy in sight.

Op Aryan Nation: The Enemy Within

Snatching off his commlink.. The Man in Black raced for his Command post… There was something very wrong here.. Operation Aryan nation was a battle for the nation’s survival, when it’s government had been decapitated.. The government was wide awake and alerted.. so why were his Computers going to condition Red One… He raced past his own Aide de Camp.. a detached part of his mind noting the fact for a future tongue lashing.. the man was getting soft.. and then he was in the control Room..

And slipping on the blood slicked floor..for a moment his Brain refused to recognize it ..as the smell hit. Cordite.. and Blood, from a lifetime ago. then old reflexes took over .. turning that slip into an almost casual feetfirst dive and a roll to the right, taking the impact on his soldiers, As his heart lurched once: A Hit team, Inside Omega. And then there was no time as one hand hit the button that summoned his personal Bodyguards, Normally never allowed here.. And the Other hand reached for his sidearm.. one he’d carried across three wars and more years than he wanted to remember… a Browning 9 mm, always carried “cocked and locked” In his holster.. Ironically called “condition one”. A quick flick and the safety was off…

And his mind was back in the zone, There was only him and the two shooters on the other side of the desk firing a hailstorm of silenced rounds. He heard one weapon click on empty..rolling left, He squeezed off two rounds,a quick One two that took one down. But the other was missing, where? The Huffing and puffing ADC chose that moment to arrive, sidearm extended . a single “phut” from the rear right of the room and the ADC was down., a round neat hole in his forehead… as The Man In Black squeezed off two more shots blindly, and rolled further left to get behind the display console desk… several rounds chasing him Into that sparse cover. He winced at the rounds smashing into the comm Gear, millions of dollars worth of it. He heard the second one’s weapon click on empty. Trick, one part of his mind whispered , so he fired off two more shots in the general direction, the return fire confirmed it, This one was tricky. Well, two can play at this game, Kid.. with a grin on his face, The man in black wasted four more rounds in the general direction of fire, and waited .. sure enough.. footsteps, with no attempt at stealth.

The man had counted and had decided he was empty.. and was walking towards him . The Browning 9 mm held 13 rounds, not the more universal 9+1, as many in the past had learned to their cost. One silent, smooth motion as he uncoiled into sight and he caught surprise on that hooded face .. as a quick one two caught the raider’s throat, nearly severing his neck.

Heavy boots crashing in the corridor as the first of his bodyguard arrived..The Man in Black caught an Impulse to giggle, Just like in the movies.. too late to do any good. Then he looked at his watch.. and 2 minutes had elapsed since he left the conference room. He choked the giggle down, as the mess that was Omega control registered..

No controlling anything from here. No wonder the Computers had called in Red One, Lacking information, They had to assume Omega was threatened across the board. The how can wait for later..Let’s get moving, Soldier, his mind nudged. His body guards were clearing the Building.. Choppers on the roof.. They had had inside help.. No way to decide who at the moment.. But he would remember when the time came. He owed that to his warriors.. and himself.

They couldn’t know that a backup control center would activate after two minutes of silence from Omega Prime. Only he knew that..But they had tried their best to decapitate Omega. Time to stop that , He found himself reaching for his communicator.. which had taken a bullet, somehow.. He rapped the nearest Helmet… Get me a communicator, he looked at the rank tabs,
Captain, I have a phone call to make, ASAP.

Operation Aryan Nation commences in...

You wait for years for the warning bell to sound.. and prepare yourself as well you can. But the first Shriek of Code Red : Code red: Code Red: battlestations : .. still manages to surprise you, Thought the Man in Black wryly: As a couple of million beepers went off country wide and Omega awoke again.

This one was a surprise, Omega had no reports of external hostile forces.. so had to be internal..But what ? Rubbing eyes just woken, racing to get into uniform .. He noted with satisfaction his transport and the ready guard was already Fully alert. A swift ten minute Journey to HeadQuarters.
The Children of the dawn were under attack .. as reports started flashing in… and they were Responding with all their suppressed fury , stored so carefully over the years , To Unleash when the moment came. For a moment The Man feared for his own and the Country, That His Creations would go off the leash.. then the commander in him took over, Snapping out orders to make sure that did not happen.

Even in the middle of that bedlam, The man in black felt a fierce joy in how His creations had responded, His children, His men. His WARRIORS. The fearsome AI computers at the heart of Omega CompCent awoke.. and tore into all intelligence networks. He needed Information. Could india Dare? Dare take him on.? In a few moments , the answer started becoming clearer.. Not the nation, But the corrupt men Omega was designed to fight, In alliance with those who sought to “contain” his country. Four of his field commanders were dead , poisoned..and those units were tearing into the Attackers.

Then The names of the casualties flashed up onscreen and he swore a silent oath. They Couldn’t locate the Ones wearing no uniforms, so they had attacked the ones who did.Oh dear god, Those were Nuclear Units. The computers clucked a bit and confirmed , MANPACKS were armed. Man portable Nuclear devices, On manual Override. For the first time in his years long vigil, The Man in Black truly felt fear. He would have to trust his men to keep their word, he couldn’t disarm those weapons. And if one went off..

While his Brain was digesting the information flowing in, A part felt detached, planning, calculating. The computers reported the Numbers reporting in, dispassionately .. 2 Million warriors, woken from slumber. Racing to Arm and Scrambling to Intercept . It was time to decide. His country had allowed this to happen,and there was blood debt to be paid. But the true power of Omega couldn’t be shown yet.. so he forced his mind to concentrate, to contain units not already engaged. Snapping out orders to put them into holding patterns.

It was Time to Decide: to make the final call :And a shriller call went out: OMEGA CALLING .Lightning Priority. Satellites that normally were sleepy dumb comsats awoke. Computers Cut into calls ,in the middle of calls, Overriding privacy codes. Omega Calling, Report In. .. Report In NOW. Switched off phones awoke.. and shrieked the Omega callsign. Omega Calling, Report In.

And one by one, bleary eyed, half dressed, The omega council reported in. The Computers obediently created a virtual meeting hall.. all but two were on video links.
The older ones were used to it by now.. The oldest member had a wry, rueful grin on his face. “ why do your emergencies never happen in civilized timings, Omega Command”
“ I do not run the world , Old timer, I respond” The harsh metallic voice grated out, through clenched teeth.
That got everyone’s attention. The Man WAS, for all intents and purposes, Omega. And he was angrier than anyone had ever seen before.

“Your country has failed me and my men, And the simple question is: DO you want omega to run it for you?”The voice like tortured tearing metal grated on. “Omega is code Red, under attack by units it considered loyal: And they picked exactly the wrong unit to go after: That detachment is armed with man portable nuclear weapons, And those weapons are Armed NOW”.

Gasps of horror, finally. Shock, mostly. “You armed your men with tactical Nukes?” “No, Minister, Nuclear grenades: sub kiloton yield” Which means My men MIGHT not hesitate using them. Omega doctrine states No more than 10 percent casualties in a battlefield scenario.. and we are holding at 7 percent”

Fingers punching keyboard.. “I estimate no more than 15 minutes before the 10 percent limit is crossed: At which point Omega troops will go “weapons free” on the nukes.”
“ Are we clear”
The old timer again” crystal clear.. so why the meeting , if you have decided”.

“I have not decided, I want someone to tell me that the bastards who did this will die slowly, and just maybe.. I can stop this disaster: And if I find out It was this governments doing..” He let that sentence trail off
The Director general - Ops Officer peered into his display” Can I see the troop disposition”

The computers, Lurking, Uploaded the maps.

A slight frown on that face“ Your troops are my troops, Omega”
“ well of course they are, IDIOT.. Omega is Indian.. but those are the best you have, and they are Omega first. My question: Can You relieve them in time?”
The Computers chose that moment to chime in: “Casualties are now 11 percent. Omega is “weapons free” across india.”
“Shit” from several people at once.
The computers, Insensitive to emotions, droned on: “Operation Aryan Nation “ commences in 30 minutes and counting.

“Operation Aryan Nation commences in 29 minutes and 50 seconds”
A silent, oh shit from the Man in Black.
“ Ladies and Gentlemen, I will need an answer in 5 minutes.. But I Am running out of time. Operation Aryan Nation means The computers have decided that For omega to survive , It needs to take over This country.

“Omega, signing off”
(Ed: Omega is a westernized word, The real name for the organisation is slightly different?)