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It's that time again peeps!
Welcome to chapters four and five, and the end of part two! There are some significant twists in these, because what I had in mind was differnt than what I wrote in some earlier chapters. But instead of changing it, I made chapter 5 a wee bit longer. Enjoy, and please comment.
Chapter 4: The Spire Unleashed
It was around midnight. A dark figure stole along the base of the Eiffel Spire. The black night embraced him, and the warm air along the Seine riverfront shielded him from infrared scanners. But not for long. Where he was going, there was no way to even step through the door without unleashing the full might of the Spire. But this had to be done, for John’s mission was to implant a radiation chip in the French diplomatic building that would make them resistant to efforts by the Inequtus to take over the country. Simple enough, or so it seemed. What the EAS didn’t bother to tell him is that all government buildings were located at the foot of the Spire. In order to infiltrate the complex, he would be taking on 20 tons of artillery. So now, as John approached the entrance he used all the stealth and defense skills at his disposal to make sure he was safe. After a final sweep of the area around the door, he determined the area to be safe and he opened the door.
Nothing happened. Immediately John knew something was wrong. As he crept further in he heard something scuttle behind him. He spun round to confront the unknown force. It was all they needed. The ninjas sprung upon him. He tried to fight tem off, but there were too many. He pulled out his German made piece and managed to get a shot off before having it knocked out of his hand by an angry nun-chuck. He was done, finished. Then he heard the distinct crack of an M-16. Chaos reigned in the atrium. Ninjas dropped like flies. Finally all the ninjas lay dead. The unknown shooter jumped down from his roost in the rafters above. “Bobo,” he proclaimed. “Happy to save your life.”
“Umm…thanks,” he remarked John, still shaken by the encounter. “Who are you with?”
“I’m with the EAS. I thought you could use some help. Turns out I was right. Shall we then?”
As they stepped forward to complete the mission, the Spire opened fire. Windows shattered, and the mission was jeopardized once again.
Chapter 5: Duck, Cover, and Pursue
“Hit the deck!” Bobo shouted as shots reigned down from the Eiffel Spire. “Do you know the fire fake technique?”
“In theory. I learned it in training, but-“
“No time to discuss it, fool! Execute!”
“Ahh! I’m hit!” John cried out in mock pain. “No! Bobo!”
They heard the shooting stop, and someone cry out, “I see them! There both dead!”
Another voice shouted out of the darkness, “Great! Now we can go home!”
They waited another 10 minutes before rising. “That was a close one,” John said as he shook the rubble off himself.
Bobo also rose slowly. “Come on, complete the mission and then we’ll blow this joint.”
“Right.” John jogged to the back of the building and set the chip in the back of the diplomatic records book. The blue-green chip became clear on contact. As John arrived back in the atrium, Bobo began talking. “Burns wants us for debriefing in the Paris office. We’d better go.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
Mission complete, the two agents walked down the early morning streets of Paris.
At first glance, the EAS Paris office is nothing more than an abandoned warehouse in Paris’ industrial district. The dirt and grime mask the true purpose, an entrance to what many EAS agents fondly refer to as the Paris underground. It is this entrance that John and Bobo approached at 3:00 A.M. Paris time. They reached a rotting box and Bobo spoke the password: mango-lemon sauce. A large trapdoor slid open in front of the box, revealing a labyrinth of dark tunnels beneath. John went first and slid down the tunnel. Bobo followed. The darkness was deeper than John had ever experienced. It shifted and flowed, all the while becoming darker and deeper. When he reached the bottom it was pitch dark. A blue light shot on as Bobo reached the bottom. “Identification please?” The mechanical voice drifted out of a speaker above him.
“John Rivers”
“Confirmed.” The light shifted to Bobo now. “Identification?”
“Bobonius Virna, EAS, third-class special-ops agent.”
“Confirmed. Please sit down.” A pair of chairs were illuminated in the darkness. John and Bobo took their seats. Then, all the lights in the room snapped on. Burns sat at the end of the table in front of the two agents.
“Ah, John and Bobonius, it is truly good to see you again. Now, please explain the little incident that is all over world headlines this morning.” His tone changed rapidly from welcoming to urgent.
“Well, I was infiltrating the French diplomatic complex as my mission stipulated. The complex, as you know is at the base of the Eiffel Spire, so I proceeded with caution. I ascertained that the door was safe to open, and entered. I heard activity behind me so I spun around to confront them, and that’s when I was ambushed by ninjas.”
Bobo continued. “I was in the rafters, stationed as back up for the agent on Mission 7. When Agent Rivers was overwhelmed by the ninjas I opened fire. They were soon neutralized. I then revealed myself to Agent Rivers. It was then that the Spire opened fire. We executed the fire fake technique and managed to fool the authorities. John then completed the mission and you contacted me.”
“Well, this is worse than I thought. The presence adds another layer to the plot. The presence of ninjas means that the Inequtus are involved. France, however, is under Marshall’s control. I must then conclude-”
“Wait just one second, who’s this Marshall person?” John was confused. Another enemy?
“We originally believed that the Inequtus were in control of the U.S. Now, our intelligence tells us that a man named Marshall threw the Inequtus out about a decade ago. His cells flourished in France and they migrated to America. When he took power, the Inequtus moved to Canada. Now Marshall has a band of goons running around the world trying to take out EAS agents around the world. They apparently have partnered with the Inequtus in order to destroy America’s last hope for Democracy. I am assigning you to stop them. There are reports of their activity in Berlin. Hound out anything you can on them, and pursue them. Do not let them slip away.” And with that he dismissed them. “Bobo, please hang back.”
John looked back quizzically, but left as he was told. Meanwhile, in the debriefing room, Burns whispered quickly with Bobo. “Are you sure you are capable of what you need to do?”
Bobo responded with a cold stare. “I will do what I must sir, I will do what I must.”
“Be sure of that.”
And with that, Bobo strode out of the room to embark on the next step of his adventure.
Thanks for reading. The next part is entitled: Part 3: Berlin. That could take a while, as I need some action for the city. Any ideas?
I finally got around to it
My fan fiction is here. 'Cept its not fan fiction per say, merely fiction. But I hope you enjoy it. This is the first three chapters of Book 1: Of Lies and Spies. The series is called The Trust Chronicles. Enjoy!
The Trust Chronicles
Book 1: Of Lies and Spies
Prologue
It was dark. All was still. I was waiting silently for them. It was then that the ninjas attacked. I fought them off best I could but it was for naught. I was captured, helpless. I was putty in their hands. “Prepare to die,” one said. It was over. All those people I failed. All those innocent lives lost in this one murder. All was los-
“Stop.”
I couldn’t believe my luck. For an instant I was free.
“I want him alive.”
A cold dread washed over me. So this was Marshall; the tormentor of despots, the killer of killers. Why would he be working with the ninjas? It didn’t matter; they would get the information or kill me eventually. Both options would mean doom for the world. The EAS had lost.
Part 1: Antarctica
Chapter 1: Socialism
The Eastern Alliance Socialists were not a large or well known group. They were not elite, nor were they novices. They were just a group help keep the minds of the American people open. Or at least that’s what they told every one. They were actually an underground subversion group. They were there to make America fall. They were the end. They were the problem with the American Democracy. Or at least that’s what the President and Congress maintained. And they were probably right. But thanks to carefully placed propaganda, people thought otherwise. In reality the group was neither of these things. They were the protectors of the world. They held secrets that no one knew. They had done things considered reprehensible in almost every country on earth. But that didn’t matter in Antarctica. This was where they were based, where nobody cared.
Deep within the land mass lay a twisting labyrinth of tunnels. These tunnels were made of carbon steel coated on the outside with Boron. If anybody decided to just detonate a nuclear weapon on Antarctica and be rid of them forever, they were sadly mistaken. This fortress was impenetrable to every force known to man. Except for one: subterfuge. And thus, ever since the beginning the New United Nations has been trying to infiltrate the EAS. And now we must turn our attentions to one of those attempts in progress.
“There has got to be a better way to do this,” said the worthless pawn, whose name happened to be John Rivers. But no one cared about that. His was only the latest in a series of unsuccessful attempts to figure out what was going on. The EAS hadn’t been active during the last few months, and the NUN figure that they were planning something big. They were right. So as he hurried down the hall, he tried to figure out how he was going to get out of this situation. His instincts told him the EAS were on to him; hence why he was called down to Briefing Room # 12 late that afternoon. He arrived at his destination and cautiously opened the door after a soft knock. He had expected a squadron of Imperial Raiders, what he found was quite different. Mr. Burns, his associate Mr. Lincoln, and one guard were waiting for him in the room. Burns was a tan,burly man, who looked slightly Italian. If there was an accent in his voice, it was not recognizable. “Please sit down Mr. Rivers,” he said rather pleasantly. Too pleasantly for John. He immediately tensed. Was this some kind of trap? If so, he had walked straight into it. These guys were good, no doubt about it.
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Burns?”
“Yes. Let’s get straight to the point. We know you are a spy.”
John felt the urge to rise, but Burns stopped him.
“Wait, hear me out. As you know, we have captured all your governments other worthless attempts at spying; what makes them think that you will be different?” he rose. “They didn’t think. They just want to keep us on our toes. This is a game of silence. They are waiting for us to do something. The truth is, we have been doing things, they just don’t know about it.”
“What kind of things?” John asked, skeptically.
“We have been trying to rid the world of the Inequtus.” John frowned. “By your expression I can tell you have never heard of them. They are undermining all the world’s governments. They have agents everywhere. The only place we are free of them is here. We have reason to believe your government is totally controlled by them. We have almost everything we need to rid the world of them. We only have one thing left to acquire.”
“And what would that be?” Asked John, with a note of sarcasm audible in his voice.
“You,” said Burns, simply.
Chapter 2: Subterfuge
“What?” exclaimed John, incredulously. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“I wish I were, Mr. Rivers, I wish I were.”
“Why do you need me?”
“Simple, no one suspects you. You are a novice. They would not expect you to do anything to hurt them. You are the perfect spy.”
“If I’m a novice then why trust me?”
“Because we see something in you, something different, a spark, if you will. You are different, destined to save the world perhaps.”
“How do I know this threat is real?”
“Wait a week. They are planning a coup then. A country will fall. There will be abrupt changes in policy. You will see. Come back next week with your decision. You may leave.”
John abruptly got up, gathered his things, and left the room. He returned to his room and stayed deep in thought for many hours. Then, the day came almost as quickly as he had left the Briefing Room. He turned on the television and there it was, plain as day on CNN: Russian Prime Minister Boris Checov resigns; handpicks replacement.
So it had happened. Checov would never resign, he was too power crazy. It was time. He strode down to Burns’ office.
“Ah! Rivers! I take it you heard the news?”
“Yes. I’ve decided to work for you. American Democracy cannot be jeopardized.”
“Very good, I have your assignment here.” He handed John some papers. “You will start on that first thing tomorrow. Good day.”
As John slowly retreated from the room, he wondered. Is this the right thing to do? Yes, it must be. America is the greatest country on earth. It is worth being considered a traitor to preserve that.
Part 2: Paris
Chapter 3: The Tarmac Encounter
John boarded the plane that waited on the underground tarmac the next morning. The plane started up and the tarmac was quickly raised. By the time it reached the surface the plane was already in the air. The plane was under the guise of a private airliner from America, bound for Paris. Why didn’t the CIA know about this? Had Marshall censored the information? John cleared his mind. He had to focus on the mission. His thoughts drifted towards that subject as the Eiffel Spire loomed over the horizon. Once the Eiffel Tower, the militarization of France had caused dictator Antonio DeChouvelin to order the tower be converted into a show of power. The newly renamed “Spire” was armed with anti-aircraft batteries, automated machine gun turrets, and specially trained snipers. Anything, man, tank , or aircraft within a one mile radius could be destroyed in about 5 seconds. As the tower grew bigger on the horizon, the pilot announced that they would be landing. John steeled himself for the task at hand.
As he stepped off the plane a man in a tight business suit strode out to meet him. ”Hello, Mr. Rivers, welcome to the country we call France. I’ve been sent out to welcome you to the country. As the American liaison to France, I’m sure I will be able to guide you through your stay here.”
Rivers nodded apologetically, “Thank you for your kind offer sir, but I am quite capable of guiding myself through the city.”
“But sir-” The liaison turned the color of a white sheet.
“It will be quite alright. I shall tke the blame from your superiors.” God- he was even starting to act like a conniving EAS agent now. He made a mental note to correct the personality flaw later.
“Very well, this way.” The man did not look particularly reassured, but moved toward the terminal none the less. As the great philosophers say; “Onward and upward.”
If you read to the end, thank you. *bows* The next chapter is Chapter 4:The Spire unleashed. I should have that, along with at least chapter 5 if not 6.
Crying on the inside
I feel bad, really bad. Spring break is coming next week, so my teachers feel the need to make up for it by giving us like double homework this week. Plus alll the projects we have to do, all the ways ive failed in my nerdiness, scout stuff, and church/CCD stuff. I'm majorly stressing. I'm not getting enough sleep and my body is becoming like string cheese. Its falling apart. My science teacher is as bitchy as ever, my civics teacher is being suprizingly idiotic. Enough of my whining, sorry I haven't posted, for resons stated above I've been busy. Rawr. I hate this post it says absolutely nothing. T_T Okay, well, bye. 
Have I ever told u....
I absolutely, positively, most definitely and with absolute certainty hate my fing science teacher! Grr...Sorry. I got some major issues with that teacher. I have like three fricking huge assignments this weekend, plus double math homework, and what ever stupid work on that stupid project my civics teacher is obsessed with. I can't say that's helping with my whole broken ego thing from getting kiked off the science olympiad team. *sigh* 
I guess I'll stop whineing now. Bye guys. I'll probably be here all night, so don't hesitate to PM me. I'll se if i can get to work on that fanfic too.
Emo
I've been feeling really crappy lately. So, ya. thats it. I wish this post was longer. I need a long vacation. 
*sighs* feel free to talk to me. bye
