| Voice: Target Acquired.
And as the lifeless bodies falls on the ground, unison of whisper is heard.
Unison: kill confirmed, deploying
A series of tear shape pods dropped from above, as the hydrogen & oxygen mixed & forms into water weighing the object it carefully cradling a MATA inside in a liquefied cushion. Then an exchange of gunfire engulfed the camp one MATA was hit. Thinking it was dead the assailant moves toward it in curiosity. But a thrust of a strange object exits his back, creating electrical charge & blasting the body into a charred flesh.
As the chaos settles a shout echo’s through out the jungle.
Unison: Parameter clear, hostage secure.
Pilot: Extracting.
A weird looking airship glides toward them & takes the hostage in its safety, it flew like a sting-ray in the water, fast yet gentle & silent.
Team Leader: Unit, pull out!
They stepped into the pod & as they pulled the cord the water ejects out & hot air fills the balloon lifting them into the sky. When airborne a plane hovers above them & like fisherman it carefully hooks the pods into its belly… a fantasy, think again for fantasy is the innovator of reality.
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