Border Limit between France and Germany, Karlsruhe.
"Sir, they're sharing transmission of the hunt for codex #13 in Colombia"
A uniformed man with military suit and silver pauldron on his shoulder shows images on a tablet.
"So they've taken him down, good, that's good news, do you already have the recordings or images of the place?"
The man who spoke was a stocky subject with white skin and blue eyes, blonde hair and notable profiles of European heritage.
On his left shoulder he maintained a black pauldron.
"Yes sir, the transmission of the operation was sent to all districts, including the supervisors"
In the videos, you could see how the attack on the traffickers' barracks was carried out, then the battle of the codex with the leader of the Fenrir squadron.
"Excellent, show the videos to our codices, let them know what awaits them if they dare to stand against us"
The orders to share the videos were due to the supervisors, they didn't want problems like the one with the codices in Colombia, or what happened in the "Le Vide Rouge" by the codices of that moment that the district 5 managed to repeat.
The subject approached the window and looked out at the garden, it was Karlsruhe Castle, current and one of the properties of district 5.
"Only 3 years left, we almost have everything ready"
***
Thailand, Khon Kaen Province.
Similar scenes were taking place, but with a woman with short hair, Asian features, pale yellow eyes, a short tunic that showed more skin than necessary.
In front of her was a man and a woman, both with silver pauldrons, showing a semi-crystalline screen that had holograms of the scenes that occurred with Codex #13.
"How sad that a good resource has been wasted, inform the codices, the other districts must be doing the same, it will be the best way to eradicate the hidden rebellion that little brat left"
After that, she turned around and poured a glass of wine while watching through glass several young people training, all of them at the age of 18.
A smile widened from side to side, then she took a sip of the intoxicating drink.
Then she spoke to herself.
"All for the new beginning"
***
Greenland, 20 kilometers from the coast with habitable population.
Underground, 30 meters below ground.
"So codex #13 is dead"
16 guys watched a 70-inch screen, on it the video of Heiss's death was playing.
"What do you guys think?"
The MÁSTER who accompanied them had already left the room. The one speaking was codex #2.
"It's obvious that they're trying to discourage any attempt at rebellion against them, although the programs between us are a bit different, the treatment doesn't distance much from what we received with them. I no longer believe an exit from this is possible", #6 expressed his thoughts.
"That's clear, but what will we do with the promise we made to Heiss?"
Everyone remained silent, looking at the screen.
But at that moment, #15 spoke.
"I believe in him, it's hard for me to believe he's dead, and if he is the only thing we can do is be the last line of defense when the end arrives"
The others looked at the boy with smooth mushroom-shaped hair.
"We'll have to talk to the codices from the other districts then", the voice of a girl sitting in the back resonated in the room.
Everyone nodded.
***
Kazakhstan, in an apartment on the outskirts of Janaozen.
Current state, civil war.
"Squadron leader, we're running out of grenades, and we only have some ammunition left, what do we do with the insurgent group, they're about to blow the door"
Everyone present was uniformed with tactical equipment, with camouflage for arid environments.
"Prepare the weapons you have and ready the C4, we will abandon the place by crossing the wall, be aware of the snipers on the roofs and …."
"Ring", a notification sounded from the communication device, the 16 men were dispersed throughout the room readying their ammunition and placing explosives on the wall, the idea was to exit through the back of the building next door.
The squadron leader remained silent, looking at the information.
"Is something wrong, Leader?", upon seeing his furrowed brow, the vice leader of the squadron asked.
After stopping looking at the screen, he looked at his second in command.
"Codex #13 from Colombia has been shot down by betrayal, Heiss is dead"
Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at their squadron leader. Upon seeing his face, everyone understood, they had finished cleaning up in district 3.
Each of those present understood the message, each one clenched their hands with fury.
"We'll talk about this when we get out of here", everyone confirmed keeping calm in the group, but in the gaze of everyone there was already resolution, they were furious.
***
Central African Republic, in a village away from the capital.
In a house that barely stands with clay foundations.
"When do you think our turn will come?", a boy with fair skin, blue eyes and black hair looked at the squadron leader, dark skin, long hair in dreadlocks and outlined beard
"It's better not to think about it, but it's fixed to think that the other codices from the other districts will prepare before the arrival of the end, at least I believe that they will keep the promise to Heiss. I'll try to communicate with the leaders of each squadron, they probably want to cooperate"
"I'll mention it to the others", he mentioned, as he stands up from the mat where he is sitting.
"No", interrupting his subordinate.
"I'll do it, it won't be easy news to digest"
***
Korea, Pyongyang, former capital of the known North Korea.
Currently, the regime has fallen and the 2 Koreas are in a progressive union to unify the two countries, different political powers, especially those of South Korea, govern the new territory.
Although it is a simple screen for what really happens.
District 7 was formed with the help of the other newly formed districts and their connections to overthrow the dictatorial government, currently the true administrators of North Korea are from the district, there are also many in executive powers of South Korea.
In a nutshell, they are under the command of the district without other countries being aware.
"Supervisor, the squadron received the information from our MÁSTER, he said he wanted a meeting with me, what is it about?"
A young man with delicate Korean features was in front of an old man with gray hair and wrinkled face and a cane.
"I brought you here because I want you to give me your opinion on the death of codex 13"
"My opinion?, what would someone ignorant like me know"
The old man massaged a ball he had in his left hand. Then he threw it to the boy, in an instant he caught it with his right hand.
"Your duty is to answer, not ask questions if I want you to bring the ball, you bring it, if I want you to die, you die. Don't forget your functionality, besides, I want to know your opinion regarding the death of a brother of yours, what do you think the other codices think about it"
The gaze remained neutral, then he answered his questions.
"If what you want to know is about the opinion, it's that most will be afraid that they are dispensable for the moment of the end"
The old man stood up from his seat with a cold and severe gaze.
"Then do you believe they will see themselves in some revolution against the districts?"
"I don't think so, although we are brothers, we also know our role, and the fact of a betrayal is not justified, therefore, we understand that they wanted to give him forgiveness, and he let them down. With that said, there will be no interference with the codices"
Interrupting, he stops the words of the old man with a forceful answer.
"That's fine, let me know if something new happens regarding the other codices", the interpretation was unnecessary, he wanted him to be his dog to inform him, especially.
"As you wish"
Then he turned around and left, the old man continued looking at other documents as he left.
When he left the boy's gaze fell on the tree with brown, orange and yellow leaves that moved with the wind, it was autumn and the colors of the tree leaves were changing, soon they would start to fall.
"Fuuuh…", sighing, he turned around and crossed the extensive patio, leaving the mansion. In a moment his hands trembled slightly, perhaps from the cold, or perhaps from something else, then he would wait for public transport to arrive.
The breeze felt cold and gloomy, then he snorted.
"In your dreams, old shit"
***
Approaching the body, the specialists measure the subject's RH, as his location sensor was failing,
"Ring", "Positive result"
The measurement was to confirm that the dead subject was Heiss, the mask was not removed by request of Valyn who considered it inappropriate due to the fact that it was a ritual.
They had just passed 3 minutes since his death, communicators started sounding informing the MÁSTERS of the objective's death, immediately the information would be sent to the supervisors to be shared with the other districts.
Valyn approached the body, put his hand on the rod piercing through it and pulled it out with force.
He took the bar and threw it far from the body.
"I hope it works", he muttered in a low voice without anyone noticing.
"CRACK", "BOOM", "BOOM", "BOOM".
The ground suddenly cracked and a strong tremor shook the entire area, then 3 explosions were seen in the distance.
One to the north, another to the east, and the final one to the west.
They were the exit tunnels, they were being blown up, accompanied by large explosions that approached the perimeter line where the last defensive barrier against Heiss was waiting.
"¡EVERYTHING IS A TRAP, EVERYONE GET BACK OUTSIDE, ¡HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO AMBUSH US!"
The voice was immediate, Valyn mobilized everyone to get out of the place.
And without almost anyone noticing, when the exterior explosions took over the place, the body that once was positioned in its death was moved.
The only one who managed to notice the tiny change was Valyn, who understood everything perfectly.
'So this is your plan', was his thought while directing his voice to everyone from a different direction so no one would notice.
Without any present or camera capturing it, Heiss's original body was exchanged, in its position a body identical with cut marks and damage was placed, a mask and a chip that now functioned showed that Heiss was where everyone had seen him.
Upon mobilizing they quickly took Heiss's body and mobilized to get out of the place.
The floor continued to crack and gases began to seep from the ground.
Within minutes the place was empty.
Then an explosion of more than 70 meters high, as if it were a contained light canister, immediately a pulse extended for several kilometers, devastating the entire area within a 3-kilometer radius.