We ran quickly across the open moorland and stopped at the wall of invisible nanites flying through the air. Summit-01 lifted a fist and opened his hand slightly, pointing at the obstruction. We too added onto the fields that he was projecting, slowly manipulating the air and pulling across the web-like atmosphere of metal bugs; forming the semblance of a path. As planned, both Marco-01 and Marco-02 did their parts: the former effector-hacked the nanos and the latter, 02, created the necessary fields to make our presence undetected. The drones made a perimeter.
The keep's wall was up ahead. Our laces scanned several long layers of Resistant, Asynchronous gravity fields; this meant that the closer something approached it, the more resistant it would become, and that it was dynamic and moving across its designated area - asynchronous - so that no weak parts could exist and be exploited upon.
The fields did not end at the top of the wall, but continued high above the mediaeval building, meeting together and creating a dome-like shield.
We knew that the top of the dome would be the weakest - only nanites would be projecting the fields at the point - whereas more likely than not, the physical plaisteach barriers contained protractor drones mere millimeters beneath their tough exteriors. We could not float up there and create a path through the nanites at the same time, and so Summit-01 ordered Group 01 of ACEDIAs and Sin-Eaters to carry Marco-01 to the top of the dome, tear a fracture of the field and hack the projector nanites to kill their given commands.
I watched him float up into the air with the drones. The other members of the Everest expedition were silent and held an air of by-the-book coolness. I, too, was calm and prepared, ready to execute the mission with impressive speed; it could have been the emotional signals emitted from Summit-01 to our connected minds that made it this way.
The fields opened up enough for us to cut through those on the ground and hack them too. It would take two hundred seconds for the fields to become re-established. We needed to find the VIP (codename: Peak) fast and leave fast, without attracting attention.
We were briefed on the Backyard, but it was still a shock to all our nerves to witness the place. Scans were detecting grotesque creatures lurking around us; they could not sense our presence for now. Marco-01 spotted the VIP and gave us a holographic marker on our screens to follow. Nearby scans determined he was not alone; two largish animals were circling him hungrily; banshee wolves. One pounced at the figure, and it was repulsed with a muscular kick to the jaw. The other more carefully made its move, swiping up with its paws and slowly narrowing distance between itself and the VIP.
Before things could get truly violent, Marco-02 extended the stealth fields into Peak's area and we neutralized the threats. He was in the tattered rags of a uniform with blood pouring out of large open wounds across his body. His face, in particular, was especially savage, and it seemed as if he had experienced injuries from his captors as much as from his prison; two fingers, three toes, a hand, and an eye were missing with surgical accuracy. As we retreated, I was assigned to summarize our mission to Peak and be the VIP's personal escort.
We passed vaulted over the wall just as the fields started to protract again.
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"End of Root-04's neural log, sir."
"Thank you. I have assessed enough of the participants' thoughts to compile a debrief. Kill them all."
"Yes, sir."
"Daniel, I recognize that you cannot speak nor write at the moment, but I believe you are now competent to once more understand what I am saying to you. We are at war with ourselves and He is the instigator. Negotiation is not an option and any elapsed time to leave this conflict without suffering significant losses has already passed.
When you are ready, I hope that you have learned enough to make a more positive contribution to our side instead of slowing us down by being captured by the enemy."