A thunderstorm, rising quick sand, the secret service and a president falls on his sword! Part Three
The Secret Service
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I am sitting at a table discussing matters of no great importance. This is unusual, I normally don't talk about frivolous things. Then man I am talking to is an older gentleman, dressed well, a respectable man, a man of importance.
A voice cackles in my left ear. I spring to my feet and tell the man, "Mr President, it's time."
He rises and straightens his tie. Mr President walks through the door I have opened for him. He enters a hall to much acclaim.
As the President begins his oration, I take stock of the situation. The hall is crowded, though it is not a very large hall. In fact it is my old high school hall. Not the high school of this incarnation, but my high school. Those of you who went to high school with me will know it. Picture it filled with citizens. Picture a president on the stage, at the podium. Picture me several steps behind him and a little to his right. His right hand man perhaps. You can be sure I am not the only one of my kind in the room. My men litter the hall. Dark suits, ear pieces. Scanning, always scanning.
I feel uneasy. As we all knew I must at some point. The President is doing well, he is loved. A strange thing I know, but he is loved. Once in an age such a man is born. The people watch him adoringly.
I leave the hall. I am searching for danger. I know it is near. How do I know? It is like catching a glimpse of a friend. She disappears, lost in the crowd. But you know she is here now, so you search for her. It is only a matter of time until you find her...
There are a couple of people standing around. I ignore them. Then I see two men in grey overalls. They are bearded. They carry cabling of some sort and just as I see them they walk into a doorway. One glances at me -
"Stop right there!"
My firearm is out, but the first shots are not mine. I dive to my right and roll. I am screaming something. Calling for aid perhaps.
My assailants/quarry are a grey blur. I suddenly remember this is the future. Even though I am in a setting from my past. I keep this in mind, it may save my life. Assumptions can be deadly. Hahahaha listen to me! Who am I?
I chase them out into the quadrangle. Unfortunately it teems with people, running fantically in all directions. The gunshots have panicked them.
I scream for them to get down.
"Anyone who doesn't get down DIES!"
Harsh I know, but it was imperative we catch these men. Or kill them.
The crowd responds instantly. All but one man in a grey suit. The fool!
"Who are you?" he demands. "Put that gun away! Don't force me to take it off you."
Ye gods what is he doing?! He is reaching into his jacket! I scream for him to get down. That I was deadly serious. This was not the time my friend!
He ignores me and tries to pull something out of his jacket. Something clicks in my head. This has happened before. The click I mean, not the events occurring. Emotions vanish and clarity is achieved. Adrenaline is a beautiful thing.
The man crumples to the ground and I am already off and running towards the school gate. I never saw what he was reaching for. It didn't matter if it was his wallet in the end. He was in the way.
I get to the gate and see an empty neighbourhood street before me. Damn. I am flanked by two of my men. The neighbourhood has been locked down by the local authorities. Road blocks cover all streets in and out of the area. Helicopters can already be heard overhead. My men are very efficient it seems.
More of them now gather around me. I grab a map off one of them and explain the search pattern. In groups of four I send them off. It's only a matter of time...
Time passes.
There they are! Hands bound, the terrorists are escorted by my men across the street towards me. There are civilians milling around beyond the cordon. Press as well I'm sure. I need to keep the media away from this. Until I knew more I didn't want them nosing around. I suddenly realise my gun is now in my hand, hidden behind my back.
Just as they reach me, both prisoners explode into action. They break their bonds easily and agents are sent flying. One grabs an agent and uses him as a shield.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
They were like quicksilver, but in the end not quick enough. Amazingly no one else was hurt. There would be no answers from these two though. Another dead end I thought, not knowing why.
Suddenly there is an uproar. One that seemed to imply that the events that had just occurred were inconsequential. They were right.
The media swarmed around two of my agents approaching with another man. He was in a poor state, dirty, his shirt was ripped, but his eyes gleamed with defiance. They screamed well played. They screamed it was worth the gamble, even though he had now lost everything.
No! I thought, anyone but him!
Damn but it was a black day.
End Part Three
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I am sitting at a table discussing matters of no great importance. This is unusual, I normally don't talk about frivolous things. Then man I am talking to is an older gentleman, dressed well, a respectable man, a man of importance.
A voice cackles in my left ear. I spring to my feet and tell the man, "Mr President, it's time."
He rises and straightens his tie. Mr President walks through the door I have opened for him. He enters a hall to much acclaim.
As the President begins his oration, I take stock of the situation. The hall is crowded, though it is not a very large hall. In fact it is my old high school hall. Not the high school of this incarnation, but my high school. Those of you who went to high school with me will know it. Picture it filled with citizens. Picture a president on the stage, at the podium. Picture me several steps behind him and a little to his right. His right hand man perhaps. You can be sure I am not the only one of my kind in the room. My men litter the hall. Dark suits, ear pieces. Scanning, always scanning.
I feel uneasy. As we all knew I must at some point. The President is doing well, he is loved. A strange thing I know, but he is loved. Once in an age such a man is born. The people watch him adoringly.
I leave the hall. I am searching for danger. I know it is near. How do I know? It is like catching a glimpse of a friend. She disappears, lost in the crowd. But you know she is here now, so you search for her. It is only a matter of time until you find her...
There are a couple of people standing around. I ignore them. Then I see two men in grey overalls. They are bearded. They carry cabling of some sort and just as I see them they walk into a doorway. One glances at me -
"Stop right there!"
My firearm is out, but the first shots are not mine. I dive to my right and roll. I am screaming something. Calling for aid perhaps.
My assailants/quarry are a grey blur. I suddenly remember this is the future. Even though I am in a setting from my past. I keep this in mind, it may save my life. Assumptions can be deadly. Hahahaha listen to me! Who am I?
I chase them out into the quadrangle. Unfortunately it teems with people, running fantically in all directions. The gunshots have panicked them.
I scream for them to get down.
"Anyone who doesn't get down DIES!"
Harsh I know, but it was imperative we catch these men. Or kill them.
The crowd responds instantly. All but one man in a grey suit. The fool!
"Who are you?" he demands. "Put that gun away! Don't force me to take it off you."
Ye gods what is he doing?! He is reaching into his jacket! I scream for him to get down. That I was deadly serious. This was not the time my friend!
He ignores me and tries to pull something out of his jacket. Something clicks in my head. This has happened before. The click I mean, not the events occurring. Emotions vanish and clarity is achieved. Adrenaline is a beautiful thing.
The man crumples to the ground and I am already off and running towards the school gate. I never saw what he was reaching for. It didn't matter if it was his wallet in the end. He was in the way.
I get to the gate and see an empty neighbourhood street before me. Damn. I am flanked by two of my men. The neighbourhood has been locked down by the local authorities. Road blocks cover all streets in and out of the area. Helicopters can already be heard overhead. My men are very efficient it seems.
More of them now gather around me. I grab a map off one of them and explain the search pattern. In groups of four I send them off. It's only a matter of time...
Time passes.
There they are! Hands bound, the terrorists are escorted by my men across the street towards me. There are civilians milling around beyond the cordon. Press as well I'm sure. I need to keep the media away from this. Until I knew more I didn't want them nosing around. I suddenly realise my gun is now in my hand, hidden behind my back.
Just as they reach me, both prisoners explode into action. They break their bonds easily and agents are sent flying. One grabs an agent and uses him as a shield.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
They were like quicksilver, but in the end not quick enough. Amazingly no one else was hurt. There would be no answers from these two though. Another dead end I thought, not knowing why.
Suddenly there is an uproar. One that seemed to imply that the events that had just occurred were inconsequential. They were right.
The media swarmed around two of my agents approaching with another man. He was in a poor state, dirty, his shirt was ripped, but his eyes gleamed with defiance. They screamed well played. They screamed it was worth the gamble, even though he had now lost everything.
No! I thought, anyone but him!
Damn but it was a black day.
End Part Three
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