Mr. Dalton, the ambitious businessman with a vision for speed and efficiency, leans forward, his eyes glinting with excitement. Mr. Chen, the seasoned international weapons dealer, fingers his tablet, scrolling through a menu of military prototypes. "I want my troops to be quick, the whole operation quick! I want my troops to be anywhere in the world in under two hours. Can you make that happen?" "With the right budget, Mr. Dalton, anything is possible. Let me show you some options."

Mr. Chen swipes through a series of prototypes, stopping at a sleek, needle-nosed jet. "Here is the Lockheed Martin SR-72, capable of hypersonic speeds, and equipped to carry India's BrahMos-2 hyper missiles. For troop deployment, the Chinese DF-ZF—American designation Wu-14—serves as a supersonic troop cruiser and carrier." Mr. Dalton nods, eyes wide with anticipation. "Perfect. I want the DF-ZF to deploy hovering vehicles carrying jet pack troops and their dogs. Nothing must slow us down."

Mr. Chen taps the screen, highlighting options. "For air support, the SR-72 carrying BrahMos-2 missiles. For deployment, the DF-ZF with vertical takeoff, carrying an American Sikorsky CH-53E Super Stallion in its cargo bay. Your soldiers will wear the Russian Ratnik-3 exoskeleton suit, plus Gravity Industries Jet Suits for unmatched mobility. The canines get sonic sound and visual amplifiers for enhanced control." Mr. Dalton smiles, picturing the precision and force of his future army. "This is the quick response force I've dreamed of. Make it happen."

"The American SR-72 Blackbird hype plane, carrying India's BrahMos-2 hyper missiles, serves as your air support," he intones, tapping through the animation. "Your deployment carrier, the Chinese DF-ZF, delivers the Sikorsky CH-53E. Inside, your troopers—equipped with exoskeletons, jet suits, and weaponized canines—await your command. Is this the army you envisioned?" "It's more than I imagined. Now, how much will this cost me?"

"The price? A small country... let’s say Greenland. Transfer the ownership, and the first fleet will be yours two months after payment." Mr. Dalton grins, extending his hand without hesitation. "Deal."

"To the future, Mr. Dalton. May your army be swift, and your enemies slower still." "To the future," he echoes, as visions of power and conquest flicker in the dark.