Glass Pit of Fireflies

The group of four moved slowly under the green moon. Desert shadows of night danced over the still hot sand. The four men had met at a prearranged rendezvous at a bar in New Bucharest. They had met online and shared a common obsession, the location of Zelenskys brain which was rumoured to be in the radioactive wasteland that was once Southern Ukraine or the city of Odessa to be exact. Before Putin had ended the war in 2030 with three medium power nuclear warheads fired from drones. Zelensky and his army of lookalikes, who were really clones, had been rounded up about six months before the bombs fell. The propaganda war had become so opaque by then that even little Z was kept in the dark by the rulers of New Zion as to what was taking place. 

A so called hit squad from Wagner PMC in coordination with Putin and Netinyahu had caught the little hero minus his olive t shirt, miles from the action sat by a swimming pool by Lake Geneva in Switzerland. The Russian dogs of war had driven a bulldozer through the back of his house killing his mistress, his bodyguards and the two young children they had together. They then hit little Z in his swimming trunks with a dart gun as he tried to flee the scene before bundling him into a van with a large Z on the side that the local cops had taken to be a practical joke and ignored. They then calmly drove away.

He was spirited across land borders all the way to Moldovia where he was handed over to Putin in person. His lookalikes had all been found to be doing odd jobs around Geneva. They had been killed one by one. Mossad style by Wagner Operatives.

The four had now walked miles through the radioactive landscape. Dust rose around them in the green tinge of the night. Each man belonged to a brotherhood known as The Titanium Gods. They were modern knights on a grail quest that numbered about a hundred men in total. Through a mixture of online and real time snooping they had located little Z's brain and traced it to a vault in a bakery in New Jerusalem. A lot of money and time had been spent on the information. The four knights each had a unique skill: T300 was a demolition expert and hypnotist who possessed great physical strength and excelled in swordsmanship and unarmed combat, M300 was augmented with a chip containing all the world's forbidden books, these he could recall at will through a neural implant, He was also trained in outdoor survival and building shelters which was his speciality he could also catch game which would then be transformed into a radiation free feast by our next player D300 who was the Chef de Cuisine in charge of all the right chemicals to sprinkle over the food to make it nutritious and a joy to eat D300 was also a trained medic,  R300 was an all round specialist in the art of survival, evasion and could speak ten languages and was an expert driver and pilot. He had once escaped from a military prison in Lithuania and made it back to his home country of Venuzuela which by now had been annexed by the United States.

So the group came across a sheep stood mournfully all alone by the side of the road. M300 quickly jumped on its back and stuck a thin blade into the nape of its neck, wrestling with the writhing animal in its death throes until he worked the blade around, removing it's head. He then beckoned D300 over and between them they hung the beast from its back legs with rope from a tree. They disembowelled the animal and gathered it's stomach and viscera into plastic bags which could be seasoned and vacuum packed on site for future dining. No part of the animal went to waste. A fire was built and after the meat had been treated for radiation  it was soon turning on a spit, it's juices igniting primal hunger in the four adventurers.