Chris sat rigidly in the chair, his hands clenched on his lap. The stern-faced officer across the desk delivered the crushing news with practiced dispassion. "Your conduct has left us no choice but to dismiss you," he declared, each word hitting like a physical blow. Chris felt the room close in around him, the injustice hanging heavily in the air.
Albert approached with a friendly smile, the kind that seemed to promise solutions. He slid into the seat opposite, his voice low and persuasive. "I heard about your situation, Chris. I work with an organization that values your skills. We can offer you a fresh start," he suggested. Desperation and anger clouded Chris’s judgment as he nodded, seeing a glimmer of hope.
Chris stood uncertainly as Albert gestured to the array of technology surrounding them. "Welcome to OBIAS, your new home. Here, we will enhance you, make you better, stronger," he announced with a chilling smile. The realization of his predicament dawned on Chris slowly, a cold dread settling in as he understood the true nature of his recruitment.
A team of technicians worked methodically, their faces impassive. Through the haze of drugs, Chris felt himself slipping away, the core of his identity being rewritten. His last coherent thought was of the life he once knew, slipping further from his grasp with each passing moment.
Sanjay, tall and handsome, stood alongside Chris, both now clad in the same black combat gear. Their eyes, once vibrant, now held the same vacant look of obedience. "We follow orders," Chris intoned robotically, the words drilled into him. "We are OBIAS," Sanjay echoed, their voices merging into one.
Chris and Sanjay moved with lethal precision, shadows among the trees. Their mission was clear, their minds focused solely on the objective. Yet, beneath the layers of conditioning, a small flicker of rebellion sparked, threatening to ignite as they navigated the darkness, two soldiers bound by fate yet yearning for freedom.
