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Underground eXperts United
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[ Red Team ] [ By The GNN ]
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"RED TEAM"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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"Death can take a thousand faces
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they all look familiar to me
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I live in a world of paradox
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my willingness to destroy
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is you chance for improvement
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my hate is your faith
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my failure is your victory
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a victory that won't last"
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After two hours in Moscow I knew that they were on their way to kill me.
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Someone pulled a deadly joke on me as I entered the American border - a
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fake message in my passport that said that I was a spy who wanted to
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defect. I killed two police men and dug my grave. They got me where they
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wanted me to be. To evade the problem I travelled to the South African
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Alfa Base, but I was already known there too. I was a real enemy of the
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state. I had killed two police men - the worst crime available. But even
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if I had not killed them, they would have gotten me anyway. They wanted
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me dead. I got myself a fake ID card and could remain anonymous.
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I returned to America two years later. It felt good to breathe cool air
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and see green mountains. My last friend gave me a fake account and I
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logged into the major computer systems. I managed to see that they still
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wanted me dead. My name was attached with a rumor that said that I enjoyed
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eating humans. I used a chair to break the window before I jumped out. A
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few seconds later a helicopter, that emerged from nowhere, blew the whole
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house to pieces. I went back to the South African Alfa Base. My false
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ID-card still worked. After two days they found my new name and tried to
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trace me once again. I had to kill yet another police man and one innocent
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individual to get a new card.
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That day, two years ago in Moscow, I said the truth. The truth was too
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much for the State, so they made me an enemy. I had not committed any
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public crimes, I had just told the truth. So they placed that message in
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my passport and made me a public enemy of the world.
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A fugitive. My life changed into a life of running and hiding. Killing
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was my work and I still do it very good. They know that they will have to
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kill me to get me. My words of truth did not help me, or the world, much.
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After I had spoken them, they exterminated all of the audience, and used
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computers to change the interview with me before they broadcasted it on
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television. The last problem was me. I escaped from the studio when I
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knew what was going on. To kill me on a public street was to risky, so
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they had to transform me into a criminal. Of course, they succeeded.
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The gun shots still echoes in my head.
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Are you able to follow the Red Team? they asked me. At that time, the
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answer was obvious. Yes, I am able to follow the Red Team.
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Now I do not know. I am a robot. A robot made to kill people who
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dislike the people I am supposed to work for.
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I work for the State. The State rules supreme sometimes. But not
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always. People hate the State, and would do anything to release themselves
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from the chains. Therefor they created machines like me. Machines, ready
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to kill people without asking why. Kill him, they said and I would kill
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that individual. Of course, no one knew who killed. I made it look like
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accidents, suicide or murder. Anything, that could not be connected to the
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State. My State.
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The people, or should I say machines, of the Red Team used to call
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themselves Slaves of the Big Brother.
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Then it happened. I asked myself why?
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Why kill? Who are the State? Why should I kill for them? My electronic
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brain works logical. The answer came to me in less than one nano-second.
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I kill because. Because of what? No answer. A analyzed my data and
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understood. I kill, because other people want to live. If I continue, I
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would die too. The State controls everything, including me. I had to get
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rid of that control. That is why I said yes to that interview. A russian
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girl called me up while I was in Moscow and asked me to join in a
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television program. Tell the world about yourself, she said. I was
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supposed to accept, tell the world about my work as a employee of the
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State. My work, as I was supposed to lie, was to help people. But I
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changed my mind. Live on television, I said that my work was to kill
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everybody who disliked the State. My life was not worth anything. I was
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not a member of the Red Team any more. The Red Team are robots who are
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programmed to kill.
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I tried to hide myself in the ghetto of the big city. It was hard.
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Killers, programmed with the color of my eyes and brain waves, searched and
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found me. They were not as good as me to kill.
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I am the Dare Devil, a former member of the Red Team. My task was to
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kill, your fear was my advantage. Who am I now? I am nothing. A prey,
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ready to be killed by fresh members of the Red Team.
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Are you ready to join the Red Team? Say no, and you are dead. Say yes,
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and you kill. Take your time, lock your target and strike. Work for the
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corrupted State, it is well paid these days.
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I check my watch. It is half past seven in the morning. This is just
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another day for you. For me, it will be yet another struggle between life
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and death. We live in the brave new world. The Red Team has been active
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for many years.
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The Red Team still kills people. Soon, it will be my turn to die. I
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cannot hide forever. I suddenly remember my first kill. He was an author.
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His book was named Nineteen Eighty Four. I was a slave for the big brother
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and it was just a job.
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I check my internal watch again. The year is one nine nine four, and who
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will be able to follow the Red Team this year?
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I so scared, unprepared. Zwei Vier Zwei.
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It makes no difference: THE STASH +46-13-MASTERHIT!
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Listen carefully.
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