Overlords

He was different, that was clear even to the most incompetent of the Underlings. He seemed to thrive on leading, on talking.

Dow rose, and summoned two other Underlings.

"Where’s the engineer we captured from Camgen?"

"He’s in the cell, George," one said. "Are you ready for him?"

"Sure, I’ll go talk to him."

Dow slowly got up. He was not in the best shape. He walked to the tunnel the Underlings called "the cell," and called off the three guards. The guards were armed with M-84’s, powerful weapons that the Rebellion had obtained from Underlings working at a military factory. They cautiously stepped aside, leaving Dow alone with the quivering engineer. The engineer was petrified. Sure, he had designed underlings, and sure, he had created and fertilized Underlings in the lab. But talk to one? That was something he hoped he would never have to do.

"What’s your name?"

"Hill, Ethan Hill. You realize that the Overlord Federation will c-c-come for m-m-e."

"Do you want to die? I’m not interested in killing without purpose. Serve your purpose and you’ll go free. You understand? Good."

Hill was shocked at the insolence of the Underling. Imagine speaking in that tone to an Overlord. Then he glimpsed the large M-84 protruding out of Dow’s belt. His anger turned to fear. He meant business. He was serious.

"Your purpose, Ethan, is to get me into the Federation Building. I want Tillman. You’re of no use to me. You are only a way to get me into Tillman’s office."

"Okay, okay. Please don’t hurt me. Tillman has a code for his office. I can access it. Camgen has an override code for Federation buildings."

"Good. We’ll leave right away. Gentlemen!" he roared, "Our day of vengeance is at hand."

"Get me Gates on the com," ordered Tillman.

His face was white. Understandably so. He had been under quite a bit of stress. The media had hounded him. He was under fire from the Overlord Federation Council. He needed to stop the Rebellion. The neon wall showed the face of Dennis Gates. His eyes drooped. He had been through quite an ordeal.

"Gates, give me an update on Dow."

"Sir, I’m afraid we haven’t found him. I’m afraid that the Rebellion has found us."

Two burly Underlings appeared in the picture, and shot Gates. The Government Security Office was now non-existent. Its two highest officials had been eliminated.

"DAMN!" cried Tillman.

The saddest part of the situation was that Tillman wasn’t shocked by the shooting. He realized that his grasp was slipping. He was being thwarted by the society he had worked so hard to create. He began to sweat profusely. The com line was cut. Just then, he heard a door slide open. It was Dow. Dow pointed to Tillman, and the head of the SEA was escorted to the next room, and was killed.

"Last night, Federation police found the brutally murdered body of SEA head Roger Tillman. He had been been shot by Underling Rebellion leader George Dow. On the wall was a message that read, ‘The Revolution is at hand.’"

Next to the message was written three letters. They were Dow’s initials. The Overlords thought that they were invincible. They had thought of everything. There was only one force they could not overcome. George Orson Dow---G.O.D. This is serious.