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Their fathers had fought Nazism to hand it to their children, who firmly spread capitalistic fascism through the moniker of Neoliberalism. Kana had felt the hypocrisy of the generation that he dubbed the Greatest Failure. As each millisecond passed, Kana hated the man more and more. Every inch of his face expressed his ridiculous lunacy that governed his decisions. Kana watched a guard at the main desk nod to the finely dressed executive, as though he was supremely kissing his ass from a distance.
Kana sensed the man was coming to meet him and pulled up his sleeve. He pressed two buttons on his watch, as he glanced at it. A solitary signal emitted out of the device. Kana stood up, sensing for anything he could possibly grasp onto, while mentally preparing to shake hands with a capitalist whore.
"Mister Tikagi, so nice to finally make your acquaintance." Rogers' voice held his overpowering air of self importance.
"The pleasure is all mine. I presume you are Mister Rogers." Kana bowed in the traditional Japanese format, dreaming of fifty ways of kicking the man's ass.
Rogers extended his hand. "Absolutely." Kana felt the ogre grip and squeezed back just as strong. "Fine grip, Tikagi. How about we head inside and get down to business?"
The two walked through the double doors. As they turned right and walked down a long hallway, Kana had to slow his pace. Rogers' obesity impeded his ability to keep up, as he waddled like a sweaty pig. Kana's sensitive nose smelled the stench mingled with a massive dose of cologne. He held back the instinctive urge to vomit. Kana's eyes moved back and forth in disgust. Every second with the fat self indulgent idiot made him dream even more of destroying what this man had helped build.
As they made slow progress, Kana reached up into his sleeve, as though he was scratching his arm. He activated his HUD. The contact lenses on his eyes threw a transparent image over what his eyes absorbed from reflective light. The PACD (Personal Assistive Computing Device) hidden underneath his fine Italian suit threw up the information he had preprogrammed to monitor during this infiltration.
A cell and satellite phone signal blocker had been placed somewhere in the building, which would be beneficial in their attack. It seemed Versatech was concerned about their "secrecy". A display in Kana's vision showed a triangulation program running to determine its location. Thermal scans were running and projecting information as well. Room temperature, heart rate of humans in visual range, and a multitude of other information were presented on the screen from his PACD. Kana had trained his brain to assimilate information differently than the average human. It made him a geometrically dangerous thinker. Most humans thought in one or two dimensions; Kana resided in an entirely different realm.
Kana had started the I2A2 (Infiltrate, Intercept and Acquire Agent) corps within the Grays. He had worked for countless hours on infiltration techniques and adaptive training for his operatives.