The year is 2289, an era of ultimate control. Emotional control, psychological control, reflex control, battlefield control. It's almost saddening. The SOP system, or Son's of the Patriot's system, relies on nanobot technology, controlling certain aspects of the human race to make a super soldier. Fleet cohesion is advanced, all 5 senses being shared among anyone with the same frequency. These nano's are controlled by 5 AI systems, named in order of importance. JD, the main one, maintains control of all other AI's. GW controls censorship of the media, and weapons locks. AL has control over social and political issues. The last two, TJ and TD are proxy servers. To what purpose they serve, we don't know.<br/><br/>The world is made up of war, warring PMC's and the such. This produces a 'war economy', an economic system that some believe would cause the world to collapse if it ever disappeared. The sad thing is, it probably would. There are people who can't live without the current status of things, the nanomachines keeping their bodies in check, the economy keeping money in their pockets. But that isn't the issue. We aren't sending out the Foxhounds to stop the economy. We are sending them out to destroy a super weapon. It's called the Pupa. The GW-Pupa-5000 to be exact. A hover tank with astounding speed capabilities. If mass produced, they could be a large problem for the U.S. All we know for now is that it is located in South America, somewhere in Peru. At least, we BELIEVE it is there. Intel has been uncertain. Agents have gone in, and never come out. May God be with us.<br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Jack Sullivan, or the "Boss" looked over one of the numerous computer screens in the comm center of the huge plane. It was called the Nomad, a super-cargo plane, boasting a Blackbird helicopter that could be launched from the bay to ferry supplies from the ground below, and a very comprehensive communications center. All that was in the cargo bay, along with a makeshift medical room. Climbing the stairwell and coming to the second floor, one could immediately see the door leading to the cockpit. On the left were two doors, one for the kitchen, and one being the room where the Robo-pilot rested until needed. In the kitchen, the sizzling of eggs could be heard. The little white-haired android took the spatula, lifting the eggs onto three separate plates. Looking to the right of the stairwell, one could see a large, metal door, indicating the storeroom where food, robotic parts, and a wall of servers are kept. Following the android up the second set of stairs, to the third and final floor, an observer would be surprised to find only two doors. One leads to the lavishly lush bedroom, where the females of Foxhound slept, the other heavy, cast iron door guarding the armory, holding weapons given to them by an underground weapons company. Prototypes, and the newest tech in killing machines were kept here, under tight lock and key.<br/><br/>Jack sighed, typing a few lines of text onto the keyboard, switching over to another PC and typing a few more lines of text. An unmanned hover tank in South America? The rest of the unit needed to see this. He grabbed the radio, and pressing the button with a devilish grin, yelled into the handset. "Ladies! You need to come down here! I found us our next mission!" He chuckled, hanging up the handset, studying the pictures popping up on his screen carefully. Man, this thing had quite an armament. Lightning cannon, 'Lightning rods' that could be shot into the air, sending devastating bolts crashing down upon Earth, 6 Machine gun turrets total, 4 on the back, and 2 on the front. Man, what an ugly design. Well, at least they got to go to South America. Jack had never personally seen Peru before. Bolivia, many times, but never Peru.