A few days later a young looking man walked confidently into a heavily guarded room, of some hidden building in another part of the world. He sat down at a desk where taller man, dressed in green, was sipping some whisky.
"Well then, Mr Zacharias, do you have a present for me?" He said, wiping his moustache. The young man placed a large case onto the desk, opened it, and took out some Mindline headsets. He then scattered some CDs and pamphlets around them.
"Here's everything you need, General. Manuals, blueprints, ways to override the programming, everything." The young man smiled. The General sat back in his chair amazed, rubbing his hands in delight.
"Very impressive." He passed over another case in return, stuffed with bundles of bank notes. "Was it difficult?"
Zacharias shook his head. "No, it was very simple. The brothers drove each other mad. It was all too much for their heads. I just had to watch and wait for the right moment."
The general laughed. "You have certainly surprised us. To be frank, when I first saw your profile I thought you were just some dumb little kid."
Zacharias nodded, unphased. "Well maybe that's why I'm so good at what I do. The Goslings made that mistake."
The general nodded back. "Absolutely. With your help, our army will fight in a new age of warfare...warfare of the mind. So exciting!"
Zacharias got up and walked away hastily. 'They don't know what they're getting themselves into' he thought to himself.