“We have been trying hard to throw this world back into order. Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan have hit us hard this time; the war has been over for at least twenty years and they still attack! So now we have no choice but to employ weapon X, I am sorry, but we have to kill them.”
I angrily turned down the television.
“Goddamn it, what is this world coming to?” I cried out as I tossed the remote to the ground.
I shuffled to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Sacks of darkness accented my eyes, as though I have not slept for awhile. My hair was brushed in a macho way, my bangs formed a wave above my brow and my dark emerald eyes pierced my figure. I was not very strong, nor should I be, I was a program designer, barley any physical labor involved there. I was dressed in a blue t-shirt embroidered with blue flames. My pants were dark and a little tattered but they made me look decent in our so called society.
“The missile is to be launched shortly! Commander Edric, please push the button…” I heard faintly from the living room.
I glared at the television screen and a man appeared, he had a distinguishing disgusting scar across his face. The camera moved back to the president and then something strange happened: the president toppled over and blood flew behind him. I leapt forward.
“What the hell happened?” I asked myself.
“Rajin now rises to power!” the television boomed.
An image was left imprinted on the screen. It was interesting. The logo showed two blue hands holding up a ball of fire, with a distinct red ’R’ inside the ball of fire.
“Ok what now?” I asked myself.
I walked over to my office. In this office was a desk furnished with a computer system, complete with keyboard, mouse and hard drive. Around it was an electric keyboard, a portrait of a panther, a joystick, a desk lamp, and a globe. I reached for the pen holder on my desk lamp and I pulled it towards me. Instantly the panther poster slid up and revealed a huge monitor, the electrical keyboard began to glow with runes, runes only I would understand. The globe slid down to reveal a console of slots, in which I created my media, such as disks. The monitor on my desk became a touch screen and I lifted up my keyboard.
“128 bit encryption pass code please,” my walls boomed.
I began to type my pass code lightning fast.
“Accepted,” the walls announced as the monitor led me to my home screen.
The home screen was an integration system of windows, boxes and bars. I began to move the joystick to the window that read “Program Interface Management” I pressed the red button on my joystick.
“Welcome to Program Interface Management. Please make your selection,” the speakers vocalized.
“This is a horrible time to be catching up on work,” I laughed quietly.
Bypassing the thought, I chose the logo lettered with “Ampad”. I have been working on this program for a very long time, secretly of course. If I was ever caught in the making of this program I know I would be in a lot of trouble. This program was my design of how to overthrow the government. I began to type quickly several codes that would be the basis of the program. I was putting together the blackmail I had of the government when I heard a distinct noise. It sounded as though someone had entered my house, my alarm would sound right? I pulled back my pen holder and my set up went back together. I crept out of my office and I began to sneak through the halls. I could not hear any noises but I felt a presence. Someone was in my house and they bypassed my security. How? I thought, how could they do that? I spent so much time and money on my security system. How could I care at a time like this? The president has fallen possibly dead, an organization by the name of Rajin has somehow come into power, an organization I have never heard of! I began to strut over my carpet and somehow it brought me comfort.
I walked into my living room carefully, there was only a small amount of furniture decorating the dark blue carpet. There was a couch on which I was known to crash on during rough nights. There was a good size television on one of my walls in which it lay blank. I rarely watched television, it did not entertain me. Anyhow my eyes were bad enough sitting in front of a huge monitor almost daily. I saw the chair I usually sat in directly in front of the television several feet away. I began to look in the direction of my front door when I noticed a movement directly to my right. I saw a helmet and I knew. I was in trouble. Next thing I noticed a fist was coming in my direction. I ducked in time and I saw a dark black helmet with images of missiles, beaches, and the leader. After the images words flashed by each one an interesting phase, each word striking fear into my heart. Die, Buy, Call, and Obey! Thought Police. They were an elite organization hired by the government to disband any hopes of resisting our government’s power. I quickly dashed ahead on hopes of fleeing the unfortunate encounter. I began to see figures assemble behind me and even though I thought I was innocent, I ran.
“Give it up we have you now, your fate was decided when you fled,” one of them yelled.
The figures moved quickly behind me and I was running as fast as I could. I knew that I had to get out of there; there was no hope of talking myself out of this one. I quickly felt up my pockets and found my keys. My truck was a good way out. I dashed through my doorway and I began to walk towards my truck. It was a dashing metallic blue, specifically a GMC Jimmy, it had a Sports Utility Vehicle like body, dark grey fabric lining the seats, and the steering wheel had the Independent Trucking symbol equipped. I quickly fumbled out my keys, put a black handled key into the lock, and I turned it. I jumped in, locked all the doors, though I knew that would not stop them, and put my key in the ignition. I turned it and threw my truck into reverse.
“We must stop him; he knowingly committed a thought crime. Use all force necessary!” one of them ordered.
I pulled out as quickly as I could, they began furnishing assault rifles. I threw my transmission into drive and blasted down the road while bullets riddled the back of my truck. I heard the faint sound of glass smashing, and I quickly pulled around a corner and was out of their sight; I knew it was not going to be for long, soon they would be sending in the helicopters. I drove down the road passing trees and old buildings that only appeared as blurs. I glanced over and I noticed that no chaos had outraged yet, did anyone know the President was overthrown? Do they care? Just as though on cue people poured out of their house, swarms of people screaming and yelling and smashing down things, as though that could help. Some were acting some were seriously upset. I glanced back at the road and saw the dock come into view. I heard the faint cry of propellers coming in from every direction. I put my car on cruise control and jumped to the back. Pain instantly gripped me from the impact of the back seats and the speed of the vehicle. The path was a straight line so I knew it would be all right. The sound of the propellers was getting louder. I quickly leapt through the missing window and hit the pavement. The pain I received was more than I thought I could handle, surprisingly nothing was broken.
I lied on the ground for a few minutes trying to get the strength to stand up. The helicopters did not fly past me, they must not have even seen me, nor did they consider that I might have faked my death. I finally mustered up enough strength to stand and I limped into the back alley. I slumped down on the pavement, cool from the shade of the buildings, and began examining my wounds. I had a lot of scratches running up my legs and arms, each one bleeding a little; I had scuffed knees and elbows, my pants and shirt were now torn. Other than that I was fine. I looked around making sure I was alone. I glanced around myself and noticed a staircase. I began to climb up the metal stairs. Each step brought a piercing pain to my scared limbs. I finally reached the top and played with the handle of the door directly in front of me. As I had thought the room was abandoned. I threw myself at the door in hopes it was not locked. I hit the door and no pain gripped me. The door just flew open. I fell to the ground thinking how stupid that was. Standing up I wandered as far away from the door as I could. The walls were almost new. It seemed that whoever once existed here had left recently, the furniture was still intact and only computer desks remained. I threw myself in a bed I found in the back. I felt relief slipping off into sleep.
I began dreaming of what went wrong what could have happened that brought the government down like this. All I could recall was the president’s speech. In detail I remembered our president’s mustache, it poking out above his lip, making him seem more laid back and kind, and the reason I voted for him. Then I remember a red substance splattered in the air. This substance being blood. Was he shot? Stabbed? Bludgeoned? I tried to remember, I don’t remember a gun shot? Nor do I remember someone coming at him with a knife or a club. So how was he murdered? Poison? No poison could not do that, could it? I was furious. How could I miss such important details? Me, a programmer, someone whose whole job revolves around detail. Rajin, echoed in my head. It was said that Rajin rose to power? Rajin? Sounds like terrorism. Frustrated I knew I had to get up.
I opened my eyes to see nothing but blackness. Then I felt something comfortable and pleasuring brushing up against me. I knew them as only one thing. What the hell was a woman doing hanging over me? I was about to leap up when I felt cold harsh metal contact my temple. That was not good.
“You move and this bullet shall forever end your life,” echoed a man. This voice seemed unconcerned, uncaring, and hateful. What to do?
“He will survive,” I heard a powerful melodic voice ring above me. I instantly loved the voice. It held power, love and kindness.
“That’s good, will he be any use to us?” someone asked. His voice held authority, power, and control. It seemed inviting and dangerous all at once. It sounded like a leader.
“I have tried, sir, his flash drive is way too hard to crack!” someone said upset.
“It is simply a statement no one would ever come up with. Virus Q will rise again,” I said.
“Virus Q will rise again, a very unusual statement, however effective,” he said as he typed it in.
I began to laugh.
“Well played,” the guy said as his computer was forcibly shut down.
“I always need to be ready for moments like this, now please tell this oaf to release me and pull his dirty gun from my temple,” I ordered. Even though I probably had no authority here.
“Well I can tell him to remove the gun but I must warn you, he really likes that gun,” the most powerful voice rang out.
Instantly I felt abused, he brought the butt of his gun with so much power to my temple I screamed out.
“God damn!” I screeched, pain trying to grasp me in its terrible unloving claws.
“I like this gun,” the oaf grunted.
“So what now?” the computer guy asked booting up another computer.
“Well he has already proven to be a threat, however I highly disbelieve he is a Thought Officer,” the leader smiled.
“A Thought Officer what an insult. I just managed to escape the Thought Police hours ago!” I gasped sinking back into reality.
I heard them all perk up when I said that. I wondered if it was the right thing to say. Maybe they were agents and I was in their captivity. They could be thieves, warriors, they could be anything, and here I am spilling my secrets to them as though they were my family. I don’t know how to explain it, but I felt safe with them: I felt like this was the right thing to do, like they could help me. Could they help me? I always wondered what people were like now. All of this going on, what could it possibly mean?
“Release him, he is not the enemy. But we do need to talk,” ordered the leader.
I felt metal unclamping around my wrists, and ankles. I felt belts released from my chest, torso, and arms. I felt kind, caring hands of that beautiful melodic voice, leaving my hands. Then I felt the blindfold leap over my hair. And I saw people, everyone surrounding me as though I was a treasure.
“First of all, what is your occupation?” asked a man hidden behind an office chair.
“I am a programmer,” I said adjusting to the light.
“And what type of programs do you specialize in?” asked the leader.
This man looked as though he had fought in many wars. Scars outlined his face and his muscles bulged as though they were stretched to their very limit. This guy looked plain other than that, he looked no more special than I. However, I knew, it was his eyes. I haven’t seen eyes like that since my father died. Those eyes held power. I knew how he managed to be their leader. His eyes held the power of leadership. They looked up to him.
“I specialize in every program from a simple 3-D game to the complexity of a satellite configuration disk, now my turn. Who are you people?” I asked curiously.
“The time for that has not arrived yet,” their leader stated.
“Would you please execute plan seventeen,” the leader ordered the girl. I just realized I haven’t got a good look at her yet. Soon after it didn’t matter. I was out.They drugged me.
The room was dark, only a faint light lit the center of a table, around it were people in chairs. Each one was incredibly hurt, scars, cuts, and bruises. Each and every one of them had them. My first guess was they were all involved in war.
“Well now we have to make a decision,” the leader ordered.
“I hear you Aceion,” smiled a larger guy. Muscles on this guy seemed abnormal; paranormal, his strength had to be inhuman. His eyes were well shielded behind a pair of black glasses, but, somehow, in the darkness he could see. His hair was cut extremely short, it was just a patch of fur upon his head. He looked like the ultimate bodyguard.
“Kasey, I already know what you are going to say. I must tell you I don’t agree with your choices, but I see where you are coming from. We usually trust no one but please consider this, he ran from the Thought Police. That for one is a good sign he is against them like we are. He is a programmer, maybe he knows more about the Infinite Disk, and I hear that it might possibly be able to stop Rajin!” Aceion peered at him.
“Well what about your opinion?” Kasey grunted, pointing at a skinny man across from him. He had perched on his nose a pair of thick cracked glasses. He looked very small but his eyes only rang out of order.
“I believe we may have a double edged sword,” the man said.
“How so, Devven?” asked Aceion.
“Look at it like this, he is good with programs, he crashed my computer, and he seems very intelligent; he could be useful, however, might also pose a serious threat. We need to be careful, but I think we should accept him.” Devven smiled, “I have a good feeling about this one!”
“Do you think he is worth anything, Lillian?” Aceion asked.
A beautiful girl with long dark hair, a little ruffled, stared. Her eyes were a beautiful hue of dark green or an increased hazel. Her figure was an hourglass, she was thin and beautiful. She perked up at the mention of her name and began to ponder her thoughts on this new person.
“I think we should give him a chance, he doesn’t seem like much of a threat physically, I am sure that Kasey could snap him if need be,” Lillian said pleased.
“It would be an honor!” Kasey cried out triumphantly as he cracked his knuckles.
“Give him a shot and don’t be a jerk about it,” yelled a voice that revealed itself around the corner. He had a normal athletic figure, short hair and serious eyes. As the others, scars covered him from head to toe. He looked like a wreak.
“Goddamn Cory, can’t you stop hurting yourself for a day?” Lillian cried out in concern. She walked up to him, pulled out a small towel and began to wipe blood from a dirty gash in his cheek.
“I will be fine,” Cory said shaking her off. She blushed as she turned around.
“Cory, how swell to join us, may I have a status report?” Aceion asked.
“I apologize for my tardiness, I had a conflict with a former Thought Cop. He’s pretty messed up on the sidewalk,” Cory winced as he braved a smile.
“I hate you,” Lillian cried out wincing from the view of his cut.
“I think it would be best if I get some rest,” Cory smiled as he walked out.
“Wait, how many did you take on?” Aceion asked.
“That boys got problems, want me to make them worse?” Kasey chuckled.
“Stop it, he’s got more spine than you do!” Lillian sobbed as she left the room.
“Once again we are falling apart,” Aceion sighed as he walked out.
“Look what you did?” Devven insulted Kasey as he followed his leader.
I woke up to the feeling of hot water running down my arms. They felt like only drops. I heard a sob.
“Jerk!” Lillian cried, “Why do you have to be such a jerk?”
I was debating if I should ask the poor woman what is wrong, but I decided maybe it was not the right time. For now I would just listen.
“All he has done is protect us and succeed in his mission, why do you have to treat him like nothing? He has done so much for us, and this is how you thank him? I sometimes wish you would drop dead!” Lillian shouted as she pounded my chest.
I sighed in pain, what an arm!
“I’m sorry,” she whispered as though I was awake, did she know?
“It’s all right,” I gasped.
She leapt out of her skin as though I was a ghost.
“You’re awake?” she yelped.
“Yeah, then again you did just hit my chest, which does disturb people usually.” I smiled at her. My heart was swallowed by her eyes. How could I feel such feelings for a stranger? I sighed as I tried to get up.
“So are you going to kill me?” I asked.
“Of course not, why would I?” Lillian asked.
“You did assist in knocking me out, I’m a little worried for my safety, and wouldn’t you be?” I asked her.
“No, we were just debating what we could do with you,” Lillian frowned. She was with this stranger only a few hours and already she had slipped things.
“You were not supposed to say that were you?” I said noticing her hesitation.
“No,” she sighed, “I better leave.”
“No, please stay, I won’t ask, I just need your company.” I smiled at her.
“No, I really should go,” she sighed, “Work awaits!”
Then as soon as she came she was gone. I missed her already. I began to rip wires from my flesh in hopes of escaping this freighting place. I noticed a pain in my legs.
“It’s so you cannot run, my own concoction,” smiled Devven as he fixed his glasses.
“We need to talk, Devven,” Aceion said walking into the room.
“Yes sir,” Devven said as he disappeared.
“So first of all, Erik, we have made our decision,” Aceion smiled.
“What do you mean?” I asked still trying to get feelings for my legs.
“It won’t work,” Aceion smiled, “that creation is foolproof.”
“What do you want from me!” I said outraged.
“We want you to join us, I have a really good feeling you would be useful to us, of course you may leave if you choose. Then your fate is in your own-hands the Thought Police will be after you, and we will refuse to assist you,” Aceion suggested.
“I’m leaving,” I said.
“Fair enough, here,” Aceion said as he stabbed my leg with a needle.
Feeling instantly returned to my legs and I began to move around. I stood up and began walking out.
“Goodbye Erik, and good luck,” Aceion smiled as he waved me away.
I continued and walked through the door.
“Flash drive?” I said to Devven.
“Here,” he said as he fumbled out a small metal device.
“Thanks,” I walked out.
“Devven, he will come back to us, I want someone sent to protect him, he has no idea how important he is,” Aceion said.
“Who sir? We are all really busy!” Devven cried.
“I’ll go,” boomed a voice behind them.
“Sounds good to me Cory,” Aceion smiled.
“On it, peace!” Cory smiled as he left to follow Erik.
I continued walking through the seemingly normal streets wondering and pondering if I did the right thing. The streets were littered with debris and blood as though a war happened while I was gone. I looked around at the partially burned buildings and the graffiti complimenting (and insulting) its canvas, which happened to be the sides of buildings. I glanced behind me because I had the feeling I was being followed. I saw no one behind me and I continued forward. Unfortunately the sight that greeted me was as horrible as I once feared. There were lines of people in black blocking an ally way. All at once their masks looked at me. I saw the words obey, and die flashing. I knew, they were after me again. All at once they marched towards me. I prepared to fight as much as I could because I had nowhere to run. Cory came behind me and instantly took out several of the Thought Police. I saw bullets whiz past me and he pulled me aside.
“I have orders to get you to base safely, so my suggestion is run, go up that wall and dash across the roof and head to where Lillian is, ok?” Cory said.
“Ok, Cory, I am going to get out of here but I want answers after ok!” I ordered him.
“Lillian will tell you everything, now get out of here,” Cory said as he began firing at more of the Thought Police.
I ran up the wall using the ladders of apartments to get up. I finally made it onto the roof and I dashed across the gravel. It felt rough and uneasy under my feet. I kept ruining looking for any sight of Lillian. I saw smoke stacks and teens making out but I never noticed Lillian anywhere. I jumped across a small gap and landed on a smooth roof top. A beautiful woman stood by a smokestack bearing a rifle and a pistol. She tossed me the pistol and yelled.
“Follow me and whatever you do, don’t lose me! I am your only ticket to safety, I expect you know how to shoot?”
“Well, um yea,” I stuttered.
I have never shot anyone in my life before and here I was holding a pistol willing to shoot someone down to get away to a group of people I don’t even know if I could trust yet! I sighed and began following her. How she moved was amazing, she has such grace and control over that beautiful body of hers. Even balancing on beams I never thought someone could, I looked horrible compared to her. But all the same we arrived safely in an old warehouse where I met my captivators. I had many questions but first of all I had to ask the main questions.
“Who are you and what do you want with me?” I outraged in the direction of their leader.
“Ok I understand we have a lot of explaining to do, but I must be quick after your confrontation with the Thought Police we need to get out of here,” Aceion said nervously.
“Ok?” I wondered.
“First of all we are called the resistance, we have formed because I had foreseen this day in a dream. I spent my life preparing for this day, yes I have been told I am crazy and I have been sent to counseling many times over. I however believe that that was work of the government. All the same I have prepared for this day. Our mission is to throw this world back into order. It is my Anthem. Now for your next question, you’re here because we need your help.” Aceion rattled off.
“How can a lowlife programmer like me help?” I asked.
“Because you can help finish this program, and integrate your own program into it, this can stop Rajin,” Aceion announced.
“I thought you wanted change like this?”
“We never wanted change like this; we just needed the other branches to step down. Executive, meaning the president was our last hope. The president’s votes were rigged, Amir works for us.”
I was struck by this, the president worked for the Resistance!
“I know it’s a surprise to you, but I promise it’s the truth, we have been trying to set this world back into order for many years now. So far we succeeded, until Rajin came into power, we know nothing about them, they seem like a wild card and now we are lost, that’s where you come in.”
“We can take down Rajin? Wait, isn’t the president dead?” I asked confused.
“We have beliefs that he is unharmed but we don’t know for how long, Devven fill him in I have to do rounds.” Aceion said as he disappeared.
“First of all welcome back to our temporary establishment, the building we are located in is referred to the Resistance as area seventy-three, as long as you remain here your presence shall be unknown, and trouble presented to us will be minimized,” Devven smiled.
“Ok?” I said lost.
“Now to fulfill your desires for information. The first thing you must understand, accept and learn is that there are three branches of the government, each with a specific temporary power. I trust you learned this in your intermediate high school career?”
“Um yea?” I smiled.
“Judicial, Executive, and Legislative. Each one possesses power in our government, Judicial was created to punish those that wish to go against the other branches, they were the ones that created and initialized the Thought Police, and their mission is to stop organizations like ours. Legislative, they make decisions and help the government stay in order. The Executive’s mission is to organize and execute the other organizations. Otherwise, they make change. We were hoping that overruling the Executive branch would result in order. Rajin seemed like a wild card that we did not expect so we need to stop Rajin before our plans are shot off course, and inappropriately taken care of. Got that?” Devven asked.
“Ok, so Rajin you have no information about?” I smiled at him.
“And I can help with a program?” I asked dumbstruck.
“That was our expectations,” Devven smiled.
“We need to head to area seventy-seven right away,” Aceion announced as he burst through the room.
“Thought agents?” Devven asked referring to his laptop perched near him.
“I am afraid to say I don’t know,” Aceion said disappointed with himself.
“What do you mean?” I asked Devven.
“It means they have initialized a new agency, possibly with the same goal, destroy us!” Devven said as he began stuffing the laptop in his bag.
“A new agency? Like?” I said confused.
“No more questions let’s get out of here!” Aceion ordered.
“What about the others?” I asked.
“They already know, now let’s move!” Aceion outraged.
We began shuffling out of the warehouse. I constantly followed them to a larger SUV parked outside, windows had a film over them that showed a normal everyday scene. It looked as though a normal family of four sat inside. Aceion threw open the door and Devven began shuffling things inside.
“Get in!” Devven ordered, pushing me into the backseat.
Aceion leapt inside and Devven followed. Throwing it into reverse we began driving away. Noticing that the warehouse had been infiltrated, I seemed to realize, they never suspected a cover up?
“Why don’t they ever expect this out of people?” I asked Aceion.
“This one is not accustomed to following rules,” Devven chuckled.
“They don’t expect it because they don’t expect us to even think of such things without them knowing. Basically, they don’t think we are capable of such things,” Aceion said.
I thought of it and it made perfect sense, they were meant to stop this before it happened. However this time they failed. We were flying down the road with the view of dirty streets and people in dark attire wondering around looking for things they need to set right. How many Thought Agents there were, sent shivers down my spine? The chaos has happened and all that were upset (or pretended to be upset) received assistance, those who seemed please with the outcome of events would be punished severely.
Driving into a large warehouse I began to wonder how come the Resistance had not been caught yet. It seemed as though they had many little secret places, wouldn’t you expect someone to notice something? We rushed out of the truck that was parked while I was lost in thought and shuffled into a metal doorway. Instantly upon entrance the door closed behind us. I began to take in my surroundings. There were bodies lying on the ground, riddled with holes as though they were shot.
“No, not them too!” I heard Aceion cry.
“Oh my god Lillian!” I cried out without even realizing what I said.
There laid out upon the ground was Lillian, her hair matted with dirt and her arms covered in blood. Scratches complimented her form and I felt water build inside my eyes. Were they tears? I jumped to her side and noticed she was not moving. The tears came.
“No sense in crying, I promise she is all right,” I heard a confident voice ring out.
From behind the smashed furniture Cory emerged, holding his arms in severe agony, blood poured out in a small stream.
“Here,” I said ripping my shirt.
I handed Cory a piece of cloth to absorb the blood. He wrapped it tightly around his wound and tied it well.
“Thank you,” he smiled at me, “Lillian is fine she is just unconscious.”
“Wow, Cory, don’t you have a limit?” Devven asked curiously inspecting Cory and Lillian’s figure as though, like a computer, he was creating a damage report.
“They both shall be fine” Devven smiled.
“But that’s not important right now,” Aceion looked up.
“How can it not be important? Two of your members are hurt, and it’s not important!” I outraged.
“Not as important as you!” Aceion and Devven yelled simultaneously.
I got lost in their words. Why was I so important?
“Now we need to talk, Devven come with me,” Aceion ordered.
“Right behind you sir!” Devven said quietly.
I was led into a room located in the back; it was mainly empty except for a small collection of crates.
“Please sit, Erik, and, Devven, please set up the equipment,” Aceion ordered.
“Yes sir,” Devven smiled as he began to set up his laptop.
“You are probably wondering what we keep talking about on how important you are to us. Well as you might know Rajin is a blip in our systems, we don’t know where they came from or why. All we know is that we can shut it down. The resistance techies have been working on a disk that homes in on an old abandoned weapon. This weapon is hidden away in a temple located in a pyramid under the sea. It was built by an elite race of Mayans and then disposed of. However, we came upon difficulties, that’s where you come in, I hacked your flash drive and noticed a collection of programs with unique signatures#, and I have a feeling incorporating those signatures into a world measurement of longitude and latitude. Do you think you could do that?” Devven asked.
“How do you know my signatures are what you were looking for?” I asked.
“Because we tested it, I don’t know if it was coincidence or not but your exact signatures homed into our weapon. Now all we need to do is transport the disk to the Pentagon and allow the federals to handle it,” Devven smiled.
“How do you know you can trust the Pentagon with such power?” I asked.
“We can’t, it is a big risk but I think it is our only hope. We have several back up plans but informing you would waste time and you wouldn’t understand. What we need to do is get you out of here,” Devven said as he booted up the computer.
“Here use my computer and incorporate your signatures, we need to move so please do it as quickly as possible. Here are your flash drives. He handed me a small metal incasing, my Titanium U3 Flash drive. I plugged it into the USB port and got to work.
“Predictions of time are one hour, sir,” Devven said as he entered the room where his leader sat.
“One hour, really? Do you think he is that good?” Aceion asked.
“I have a lot of faith in him, I believe he is capable of so much, I believe he can do it.” Devven smiled.
“I’ll take your word,” Aceion smiled.
“Here it is,” I said as I entered the room.
“Already?” Devven asked taken abash.
I handed him the disk and Devven gave me a weird look and smiled, he underestimated the young man.
“Great work, now we need to get out of here!” Aceion smiled, “Lilly, Cory, and Kasey are already in the truck.”
“Ok let’s go then,” Devven suggested.
“What will we be taking?” I asked curiously.
“We have the portable headquarters,” Devven answered.
“Portable headquarters?” I asked confused.
“Come we must go, you’ll see soon,” Aceion reassured me.
We headed out and I noticed a large RV parked in the front. This must be the portable headquarters. My curiosity was sustained as we walked towards the RV. Aceion led me inside and I noticed that it was a newer model. Kasey sat up front clutching the wheel in his deadly grip. He chuckled as I entered, sending chills down my spine. I noticed to the sides the walls were reinforced to protect them a little more. Aceion led me to the back where a command center took the place of a bathroom. There were monitors decorating the walls and a keyboard, mouse and control deck located on a desk built into the side of the RV.
“This is my headquarters!” Devven smiled as he slipped himself into the bathroom.
Aceion told me to make myself at home and headed forward I noticed a closed door and curiosity claimed me. I cracked it open, unaware of my surroundings and crept inside. A beautiful figure lay sleeping inside. A man looked at me and stood up.
“I think I should leave you two alone, I promise she is fine,” the familiar voice said.
“Thanks, umm?” I stuttered.
“It’s me,” Cory said revealing himself.
“Ummm, thanks?” I stuttered once again.
He disappeared and I walked to the bedside. She lie still in a slumber that I prayed brought her comfort and security. I crouched beside the bed and grabbed one of her hands. I wasn’t aware of what I was doing but her smooth skin made me feel better, secure, and less alone.
“I don’t know what has gotten into me, all I have been able to think of is you, I barley know you and I already feel as though I am in love with you,” I spoke as though she were listening. “I wish I could explain how I could feel this way with a complete stranger but I don’t know how.”
I continued to clutch her hand within mine. The warmth she radiated made me feel good. I couldn’t explain how I could feel this way. I picked her hand up and kissed it gently. All I could think about was Trinity and Neo, I chuckled at the thought and proceeded out.
“You don’t need to explain,” I heard her whisper.
“I am sorry Lillian I didn’t mean to wake you, I really am sorry I think I should go now,” I smiled at her, capturing her beauty as I made my way out.
“Please don’t leave me,” she cried out as her eyes watered with tears. “I need to admit something,” she continued.
I was speechless.
“I feel the same way, I can’t explain it. It is this weird feeling as though I have known you forever, I know of only one way to show if it’s real,” Lillian smiled as she stood up and came towards me.
I felt her warm hands clasp my face and pull me towards her. Then I felt an immense softness on my lips and noticed she was kissing me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her as close as I could as I enjoyed her feel. Her singular passion. Her unique kiss. I felt the passion and feeling whelm inside of me. I kissed her back, I didn’t make the decision to say that was right or not. She was too amazing to pass up.
It happened so quick I never thought of this decision. I saw her lying nude in her bed. Her body amazed me, even with the harm of her past adventures. The scratches and bruises that accented her body all I could think of was that amazing body exposed to me, I realized I was lavishing her body and rising the passion. The quiet moments of our kiss grew into lustful passion. Soon we were making love.
I awoke lying next to Lillian, completely naked with only the covers protecting me from exposure. I had one arm wrapped around her waist just below her breasts. I pulled away and fell deep in thought, I knew what I did. I made love to a stranger I had confusing feelings for. But why was I not worried or upset? I think it was because I felt in love with her. Why I felt in love with her I couldn’t understand. Another thought struck me, what will Aceion think?
I walked out of our love nest and went to confront Aceion. He sat in the corner, and he looked up at me.
“What happened is irrelevant to the situation at hand, I do hope that your feelings for her will not affect your judgment,” Aceion said calmly.
“I am sorry, I really am I promise it won’t affect my better judgment,” I apologized.
“I want you to understand something love is not a mistake, it may be confusing but don’t think of it as a mistake. I just don’t want it to change your mission,” Aceion smiled.
“All right sir,” I tried to look up at him, but I couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Sir, can we talk?” I heard a beautiful voice sing out.
“Yes, Lillian, we may,” Aceion smiled as he walked towards her, I parted.
“Getting all kind of benefits aren’t you neophyte,” Kasey chuckled as he snapped his knuckles.
“I don’t want to cause trouble,” I stumbled out, thinking I probably already have.
“Oh well you didn’t do a good job with that now did you?” Kasey smiled as he raised his fist.
“Hurt him, your head will invite my bullet,” I heard Devven say while holding a gun to Kasey’s temple.
“I think I should go now,” I said as I walked off.
“Now I think I’ll go too, watch yourself Kasey, you are replaceable,” Devven smiled.
“So are you,” Kasey countered.
After gathering myself I sat down at our table. I sat and began to think of what just happened and if it really was a bad thing. I had sex with a member of the Resistance, the sex yes was good, but the decision was that bad? I plundered the thoughts and sat upright.
“We need to move,” Aceion said out of nowhere.
“What are we here already?” I asked anyone that was listening.
“Yes, now grab the disk and let’s get out of here,” Aceion ordered.
“Do they know we are here?” I asked.
My question was answered when a marine walked onboard and grabbed Aceion. The marine had barley any hair on top of his head and was attired with dark armor and an army coat.
“Do you have it?” the marine ordered.
“We have it, not one person was given the disk, we each have a section,” Aceion lied.
“Are you to escort us inside?” Devven asked.
“Yes, but first, weapons must be removed,” the marine ordered.
I began to watch the members of the resistance remove their weapons. Everyone held a pistol, Kasey had a shotgun somehow hidden in his coat, and it was a take apart. He threw it onto the table and smiled. He began to peel off a selection of knives, ninja stars, daggers and kunai, hidden in various areas. He began to laugh as he pulled grenades, shock missiles, and various explosives from the inside of his coat. His laugh increased as her smashed the marines face into his knee.
I was scared to death.
“Good work Kasey, Erik, put this on,” Aceion ordered as he handed me the marines clothing.
“We trust no one except this one guy,” Aceion said as he furnished a photo.
The man had dark skin and long hair; he looked as thought to be from a band. His eyes were a dark blue and his face was stern and original. I knew him, he appeared on television often, and he was a pentagon “grunt” as they called them. Basically he was a worker in the pentagon with no official power.
“How can a grunt help us?” I asked.
“Yeah he’s a grunt but he has access to all the computers and could easily use the disk, I have a lot of faith in him, and I think he will prove himself to us,” Aceion smiled.
“Let’s go,” Devven suggested.
“Lillian, Kasey you are with me. Cory use the way of the shadows and assist Erik in his mission, best of luck to all. Lillian, Kasey we are to infiltrate them and receive more data on this Rajin. Devven you are the backup, stay in contact with all members,” Aceion said.
“Yes, sir!” we all exclaimed.
“Come on lets go,” Cory said as he jumped from the rig.
I began to follow him into a huge structure located in front, it was the infamous Pentagon, and we were all about to risk our lives to get into it. I walked inside acting as though I knew where I was going, I didn’t really notice my surroundings and just kept focused in front, noticing people walking around. I made my way towards the back I really didn’t know where I was going but had a good feeling I was going the right way. Continuing forward I noticed a door that caught my interest. I walked towards it and say a keypad on the door. It looked like a touch screen computer, this would be tough to crack. I began to think of the probability of the password being combinations of likely numbers but that didn’t look so good. I noticed slight wear marks on the screen, over 0-5-1 I typed it in. The door opened. I walked inside and noticed a man sitting in a chair he turned around surprised by the intrusion. Everything matched this was him.
“Hello, I came to give you something from the Resistance,” I smiled at him handing over the disk.
“What a clever boy, you however are not clever enough,” the man chuckled.
My hair on my arms stood up and I felt a cold rush through me as though I was touched by a ghost. Then the door behind me closed.
“Wait?” I said confused.
“Yes finally I get to convey a speech with a smarter person then the clowns at this facility,” the creepy man chuckled.
“What is going on?” I asked.
“You fell for the trick, your brought a mole the disk, and now it shall be mine. They think I am part of the resistance, however I am not, I work for Rajin!” the man laughed.
“How dare you!” I cried out.
“Listen kid, it’s not your time, they lie and the government is the one you want to follow. The Pentagon admins have been planning this day for a while. We knew about your executive branch trick, so we had to trick back. The pentagon admins’ didn’t think they would have to use their tricks but when you proved more dangerous then we understood they had too. And now the disk is mine!” The man laughed as he clutched it in his hands.
I heard banging and the door collapsed.
“Get the disk and get out!” Cory yelled as he furnished a gun.
I lashed out for the disk and had it in my hands. I quickly fled the scene. Of course I didn’t get far when I noticed Thought Police were after me? How the hell did they know we were here? I sighed and ran forward. I “accidentally” tripped and slid a disk under a tile and quickly got up, I didn’t think anyone noticed my actions. I continued to run and made it to the outside I tripped over a big rock and quickly stood back up, noticing the Thought Police on my tail I knew I had to get out and fast.
Lillian stood on top of a peak and took aim at the Thought Police, picking a few of them out. Quickly running out of ammo she leapt down I grabbed her hand and we ran faster. The woods were getting closer.
Aceion and Kasey were blasting clip over clip of bullets at the outnumbering agents.
“Kasey, get Erik, make sure he is safe, we will handle them,” Aceion said as Cory came by his side.
“Go, we can do it,” Cory reassured him.
Kasey walked off in search for Erik. The Thought Police were overcoming the Resistance, Aceion had finally lied to one of his members. Aceion and Cory could do no more the power of the Thought Police overcame the resistance. Kasey came across a Thought Agent and was riddled to death with lead. Collapsing at the immense power Kasey knew he failed.
Lillian and I had made it to the edge of the forest. Thought Agents surrounded us and I knew it was over. The gun I held slipped from my hand and I grabbed Lillian by the waist and pulled her close to me.
“I love you,” I whispered to her as we leaned into kiss.
“I love you,” Lillian whispered as she accepted the kiss.
I heard a gunshot.
I heard another gunshot.
I fell. The world around me vanished as I lie on my grave.
Sixteen years after…
Somehow Lillian had survived the gun shot, and so didn’t her child. She was picked up by Devven who, though badly wounded, was alive. He saved her life and they lived on.
Lillian and Erik’s son was now sixteen, he sat in front of the television and heard something that caught his attention.
“Erik Michael Quinn, a man that brought the world into order. We dedicate this to him. Sixteen years have gone by since the rise of the terrorist organization Rajin, after a decoy set up and investigation the real disks were recovered by a Carl James Marriet, a supposed member of the resistance. Later on him and a guy by the name of Devven Ace Territson activated a hidden Mayan weapon and brought Rajin headquarters down. This ended Rajin’s rise of power. All these events had led to an investigation of all the government branches in which exposed a plan to take over the world and dictate it for control. The government has been rebuilt and the theory of Thought Police has been reconstructed. You are all once again free to your own accord. We thank the many men and women that sacrificed themselves to bring the world once again into order. Transmission out.” the television boomed.
“Was that my dad?” Ethan asked. Lillian nodded. “He was a hero!”
“Yes he was, you know, you look just like him,” Lillian smiled as she hugged her son.
All that went around in his head was what if this happened again?