Thomas moved to lock the door, making sure that no one could hear past the room. He turned to the window flicked a lock and shut the shades. He walked back, clipboard in hand, as everyone stared at the warhead that lay before them. It resembled a lava-lamp, with window-like panes surrounding the hexagonal steel pyramid.
“The aging elements in our bodies, which are basically, oxygen and our genes, no longer affect us thanks to what we have ingested. This elixir, although it contains high amounts of antioxidants does not necessarily grant us immortality from injury nor does it grant us full immortality, however, it does slow the aging process to almost a halt. It also leaves our aging genes dormant. To put it into understandable terms, it basically punches the lights out of our aging genes so that they’ll sleep. If we were to consider the general population’s aging process as level 1.0, then our aging process is somewhere at level 0.001; which is essentially why we maintain regular body functions and still seem to age, although very slowly. It only slows the oxidation in our blood, but our body still has to function normally. If we were to catch a life threatening injury and still not be able to cure it, we would still receive a fatal result. Illnesses, however, do not affect us because of our body’s natural conditioning. Unlike the mortals of today, their immune system has not yet seen some of the worst diseases of all time, such as those with which we had witnessed and lived through. We are essentially stronger with regards to our immune system, which is why, if you were to smoke a pack of cigarettes, it will not affect us that badly compared to that of a regular mortal.” Thomas began.
“Our previous assumption of being immortal is very much incorrect. We age, and since our fraction is quite small, essentially, over the time of 1 century, we age a year compared to a normal setting. For many of us, we had taken the elixir at more or less an average of 27 years of age, thus we have aged seemingly by only a fraction of a little. Essentially, based on the oxidation process, we are 33 years old. Now, moving on, this chemical here, is a high calibre oxidant, which means, that if we were to be exposed to this substance, physically, then our bodies, as all humans do, will ingest it, through the skin. In the laboratory, I had also discovered that the substance contains hydrochloric acid, which will, essentially burn its way into our skin, allowing the chemical oxidant to seep into our bodies, thus reawakening the genes and re-fitting the body with a lot of oxidants, and advancing our aging process dramatically. I have no idea, as of now, as to how fast this reaction will work, nor how long it will last, nor how well it will work. I have no test subject to verify, however, if this does accelerate our aging process, from 0.001 to 1, then our bodies will age dramatically. If my estimates are correct, we will physically age to death, maybe even to bio-muck, or even into soil. 600 Years of not aging normally will take its toll on us, and every injury we sustained, accumulated, and have been immune to will catch up with us within weeks to minutes, depending on how well this aging chemical will work.” He said, matter-of-factly, as his audience sat in silence, pondering on their newfound mortality.”
“Where was he supposed to disperse it?” Asked Ross II, checking his map.
“This SCUD missile, according to the files, was said to launch and hit Anilton by tomorrow.” Thomas replied, verifying from his clipboard.
“Let’s have at them, then!” Egeus blurted out, slamming his fist against the table.
“If Macbeth wants a bloody war, aye, I say we give it to im’!” He expounded. Fenton and Demetrius nodded in agreement, their faces curled up in anger.
“Aye!” Ross II affirmed.
“Looking at our battles and our troop morale, we can push this to the very top of the ladder. Straight on to Anderston by tomorrow!”
“He wants a fight so bad, we’ll give him a fight!” Added Rose, nodding her head firmly.
“Aye!” called out the rest, with the exception of Malcom. Thomas reluctantly nodded his head, as the War Committee started laying out their strategy. Margaret unfurled Ross II’s map, and pinpointed key structures. Decius, accounted for their artillery, calling the Armour Division of their forces.
“Aye, we can have thirty or so Armoured Personnel Carriers to support this attack, while still maintaining the lines. We’d have 150 if we send in everyone, and that ought to be better. We’ll punch a hole right through.” He said as he dropped the receiver of his flip phone.
“No.” Malcom said, standing up. Everyone stared at him as he lit his cigarette.
“Why waste the lives of the mortals, and risk losing most our own? Send in a squad. Us, perhaps. We have worked together fairly well throughout the years, and we can end this revolution quickly. Macbeth’s kingdom will fall to its knees from the inside. We’ll have at his guards, and take him out. Take out the leader an’ the rest will follow. Reforming the government to democracy comes later. It’s not our job. Our job is to take out the current head. We were put here because we were the best civilian combatants these rebels have seen. I say it’s time we prove it.”
Thomas nodded in agreement, relieved that someone talked sense into the group.
“We plan the attack, simple. Remember Hitler back in 42’?” Malcom followed suit, taking Thomas’ place at the centre of the tables.
“Aye.” The group responded.
“Blitzkrieg. It’ll only work once. We’ll start off with an artillery barrage. Fenton, you are our technology specialist, your task is to muck up the enemy communications, at least down to the standard radio frequencies. That way, they’ll have a hard time communicating with the AC-130’s in the sky, forcing the planes to fly lower coming in range of our choppers. Decius, your job is to take out any anti-aircraft land-based artillery. Once the communications are down, all our spare artillery, excluding the ones holding our line from here to Anilton will amass at a designated location. Clear a direct line straight to Anderston. Long range shots, I want tanks, not APC’s. Demetrius and Egeus, you are our land forces, sack the city. You’ll have support from Decius, as well as chopper support from Ross and Rose. You will also be escorting Donalbain and Froth, as well as 5 of your best men, Demetrius, into the castle. Do not linger, we need them in the target building as well. Ross, I want our news choppers, not our rigged military ones. I want surprise. Margaret, me, and a team of your 5 best men, Ergeus; we’ll take charge of finding and eliminating Macbeth himself. Rose will handle our airlift into the target building. Once we’re in, we take Macbeth. Word will spread of his death, and soon after, we will be open to our Political Committee to step in, of course, escorted.” Malcom finished his cigarette.
“How’s that sound, lads?”