Story I made up just now.

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Chapter 1
'Walk!'
He was shoved forwards and landed on his face.
'I said walk you miserable dog, walk!'
He got up and started.
The guard started prodding him with the muzzle of his AK-47 and started laughing to himself.
'Will you spare me some water please?' The prisoner asked.
'HAHA! What are you trying to laugh me to death? I already said you are not allowed water until tomorrow. This is like the what, sixth time you have asked today?'
'Actually seventh...'
'See what I mean, you pawn yourself.'
'...But that is not the point, the point is that I could kill you right now.'
The guard stopped suddenly and became serious.
'What?'
'I said I could kill you right now.'
'Bullshit. Try it.'
The prisoner raced forwards with unimaginable speed to change the direction the muzzle was pointing in, and punched him in the solar plexus.
Uggh is all the guard could say with blood spurting out of his mouth. The prisoner pivoted on his left heel and smashed his right into the guard's throat.
'See I told you I could kill you. You did not want to listen did you?'
Quickly the prisoner rifled through the guards pockets to see if there was anything of interest to him. There was.
Firstly, the guards id, then the prisoners id, his AK-47, a glock handgun, an uzi, a box of bullets for the glock and the uzi, and keys. Keys to unlock his handcuffs.
'Ahh that's better. Now I can really get down to business. No more cuffs restricting me. Best of all I have got three weapons now.'

Chapter 2
The Bahamas sea breeze whistled through the reeds and the trees by the chain link fence and it was in that time the prisoner ran up to the fence and scaled it. He ran to the first building and hid.

Chapter 3
'We must find him wherever he is! If he is not found then our national security is threatened. Do you understand?' The president spat.
'Yes sir.' The chief of intelligence replied.
'No I don't think you do. If you did then he would have never escaped in the first place would he? He would not have killed everyone in our secret base in the Bahamas would he? HE WOULD NOT BE ALIVE RIGHT NOW WOULD HE!!?' The president bellowed, his face turning more and more red as he spoke, his vein in his neck bulging out.
'N...n... no sir.'
'Now find him and this time if he escapes your head will be the one lost. Now get lost!'
The chief of intelligence fled from the room.
'By god, they will never be able to recapture him. I trained with him and he was the best escapist in our patrol. No the only way to find him is to see if the transponder we all had implanted is still active. Then we can send a whole platoon of agents to try and get him. Alive or dead.'
'Sir?'
'What?' he snapped.
'Alive or dead? I thought you wanted to know how he did what he did?'
'No, by desecrating our base he went over the line. Now he has got to die.'

[Rayster]

only some minor things that could be fixed but they're not major at all
r u gonna continue it? there's a lot of questions obviously..

it sounds pretty cool rohil..!
=)

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Yeah I will continue it. Not right now because I am at school and is nearly time for lesson although I might put one more chapter in.

[M-50]

The continuation of chapter three.
If you don't understand it then say it out loud and you will.
Chapter 3 continued
'Aya yai! Mama mia! Whata 'appena to youa?'
'I am fine my good friend, I just got into a little skirmish.'
'Are youa surea? Doa youa wanta me to geta some antiseptic for it?'
'If you would not mind I would be very much obliged if you could. As I have an appointment in an hour I would like it very much if you could get it straight away.'
'Aye. Jimmy, geta here anda get da antiaseptica for thisa mana right herea.'
'Yes sir.'
Jimmy hurried of to get the antiseptic.
'That is Jimmy, oura new worker.'
'I see. He seems very capable. Is he to be trusted?'
'Whya yes sir. Woulda youa wanta me toa tell hima sometina?'
'Nay not yet, mabye later.'
'Asa you saya sir.'
'When Jimmy comes back would you care to inform him to go to the hotel across the road to room 234 and knock three times and then wait? I will get it from him then.'
'Okaya.'
'I thank you again my friend. I am yet again in your debt.'
'Aye youa havea alwaysa beena ina ma debta, mister Hunt.'
'No, do not call me that. Call me John.'
John walked across the room to the door, opened it and walked out.
Some time later he heard three knocks at the door. He went to open it.
'Sir I have your antiseptic.'
'Thank you. How would you like to earn some quick cash?'
'Yes sir.'
'Okay, then go down to the building and tell me if you see anyone who looks agitated then come back very quickly, don't run, and tell me. That is important, do not run. Okay?'
'Yes sir. How much money will I get?'
'How much do you want?'
'£100 pounds sterling.'
'£50.'
'Thank you very much sir.'
'Go now.'
'Sir, sir, there are two people who are agitated.'
'Quickly what do they look like?'
'One of them is tall and is wearing a suit, and the other is short but also wearing a suit.'
'Did they see you?'
'I do not think so sir. Why if they saw me would that be a problem?'
'Yes a very big problem. You see they are two very close personal friends of mine and if they see you they might take you with them and talk to you. Now I am setting up a surprise party for them and I do not want them to know. So from now on if you see any of them will you contact me on this number asap? There might just be a bonus for doing that small piece of work.'
'Sir.'
'Good.'
Jimmy left John's room, and being left alone gave him time to brood over what his next move would be.
Chapter 4
'We have to find him. You heard the president. If we don't find him then he will attempt to kill everyone in world.' The short man spoke for what must be the tenth time, to try to get his companion to speak.
'Aye I heard him.' The tall man spoke for the first time since they arrived in the cafe.
'Then what in god's name are we doing sitting here in this dump?'
'You will see.'
Some time later a young man walked in, surveyed who was in here and walked out.
'Did you see that young man?' The tall man said.
'Yes I did.'
'Follow him.'
The tall man got up and went to the bathroom while the short man went out hurriedly after the man who just came in and out again.
He reached the doors before they closed shut and managed to get a glimpse of a guy scurrying away wearing a brown coat turning around the corner. He hurried after him and saw him get into a car.
'Taxi! After that car.'
The short man, whose name was Jason, just Jason and nothing else, hurled himself into the taxi through the open rear right-hand side window and hurt his left shoulder when he hit it on the door handle on the other side of the taxi.
'Ow. Dammit.'
'Sir. Are you hurt?'
'Don't worry about me, worry about the car not getting away.'
'Okay.' The driver replied meekly and shamefully for getting blasted by his passenger. He should not be speaking to me like that, the taxi driver thought, he needs me.
'Hurry.' Jason urged. 'I cannot lose that car.'

***

'Hello sir how can I help you?'
'Hello ma'am. Can I have a withdrawal please?'
'Yes of course you can sir; I just need the account number, account holder's name or names and the amount.'
'Okay, account number is; zero zero zero three six twenty-nine one. Account holder's name is mine, Mr. John Hunt, no others, and the amount is the total of the account. That should be around four hundred million euros or if you want it in pounds; two hundred and seventy million, four hundred and twenty-three thousand, and six hundred and forty.'
A sharp intake of breath was all the receptionist at the bank did.
'Of course you can sir. The only problem is because it is such a large amount I will need you to sign for it, talk to our manager and anyone else who are noted down on our system, like our general manager for example, or mabye your wife.'
'I have no wife.' John Hunt said coldly. 'Although I would not mind speaking to your managers.'
'Of course sir. Right may I have the name again please?'
'Mister John Hunt.'
'Okay, and the account number please?'
'Zero - zero - zero - three - six - twenty-nine - one.'
'Okay. Right, I have the account information in front of me. It says that the only way you can take out the money is if you sign, have a retinal scan, thumb and wedding finger on both hands biometric scan. All this has to be in front of our general manager, armed guards and in a special room. Only then can you withdraw the money providing that the scans are correct.'
'Very well then tell me where to go.'
'Right sir first you will have to wait here for our general manager and an armed guard, then he will lead you.'
'Take your time.' He said and went to sit down. While sitting he looked around, covertly using his peripheral vision as much as his frontal vision. He sighted where the cameras were, were the doors were where you could not go if you were a client.
'Mister J. Hunt. Would you like to follow me please?'
'Why of course. What do I have to lose?'
'Your life.'
'What!!! You are joking right?'
'No mister Hunt I am not. If you are not who you say you are then we have orders to kill you. It was a note on the account. If anyone other than me tries to access information about the account, kill him. No questions asked. This was also authorised by the Military Information and Security Service, known as SISMI. So you see, we are covered.'
'Lead the way.'
The general manager lead the way, abnormally quiet, yet strangely per-occupied. Hunt was second in the line, followed by the armed guard who's head was sweeping from side to side looking for threats, while holding his M16 carbine in both hands facing towards Hunt. Ready. Ready to shoot at the first indication of trouble. As his orders were.
Soon there came into view a clear 'wall' with two armed guards standing outside.
'Get ready there.' The guard on the left of the door said, 'Incoming.'
'Right you are. I got your six.' The guard on the right of the door replied.
'Guards, at ease. It is I the general manager and Mr. J. Hunt. We have come for the test.'
'Right sir. We need Mr. J. Hunt to stand forward and walk through the door.'
'I am Mr. J. Hunt and where is the door?'
'Here sir.'
Hunt walked through the clear Plexiglas door, and sat down in the chair that was provided in front of a computer.
'Sir we need you to place your fingers on the screen of the computer, and place your eyes in front of the flashing red light. We will turn the power on from here.' Hunt did as he was told.

The next bit will be in a new post. I hope you like it so far Decado and everyone else who reads this.

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'As you can see Mr.Hunt, our systems are far more advanced than those in Switzerland, and as a result, we keep money many times safer here than it will be kept by the Swiss. Do you know why the Swiss like to have as much money as they can? No? Well then let me enlighten you. They use that money for CERN, Organisation Européan pour la Recherché Nucléaire to build their particle tunnels.'
'What!' Hunt said in an unconvincing, I just found out something new and I am shocked by it, voice. 'I just cannot believe it.'
'Yes I felt the same way as you when I first heard. Since then I have been trying to get people to invest their money here.'
'Has it worked?'
'Oh it worked. It worked excellently. So excellently in fact, that I was able to afford this system that you are currently using.'
'Oh is that right.'
'Yes it is.'
'Well then I might just not save my money here any more.'

[iladys]

Will you continue the story rohil? Its getting really good, I wanna know more :)

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'Is that right?'
'Yes it is.'
'Well I know that you cannot do that. Know why?'
'No.'
'Because you signed saying so! You cannot transfer your money anyway and cannot open another bank account anywhere else.'
'Oh. Well then let’s get on with it.'
Whirr. The sound of the computer monitor scanning his fingers and his retina filled the whole room.
'Everything seems to be in order Mr.Hunt. This way please.'
As if by magic, a door appeared on the other side of the Plexiglas.
'How did that happen?'
'Camouflage nets. They take the appearance of what is around them or behind them so you cannot see what is really there.'
'I suspect that you bought this from the money ...'
'Invested here, yes I did. Now if you want to follow me.'
He entered the room and opened the other door and walked through. Hunt followed although neither of the guards did.
'Why aren't the guards following?'
'Now you proved who you really are we don't need them.'
'What if I was to kill you and open safes here and rob this place?'
'You cannot, because the guards are watching us through a camera and if I die then they inject a lethal nerve gas that paralyses you then kills you after a while. All the time spent in pain.'
'Ah.'
Hunt noticed that they walked for about a hundred yards before stopping in front of a white door. The general manager typed in a code into a keyboard and the door opened.
What was behind the door was amazing.
A massive room with only 1 safe in the middle.
All of this just for my safe? he wondered.
Shaking his head and forgetting about that thought for the time being, he walked out to the safe and tried to open it. Surprisingly he found it open.
'Why?'
'Why what Mr.Hunt?'
'Why is the safe open?'
'It only opens after we have the scan. The results are directly linked to the safe door, if you pass it opens, if you fail it remains closed.'
Remembering that Hunt inserted his hand and found it incident upon sacks. He opened the sacks and found that they were filled with Euro notes, GBP notes, US dollars and Indian rupees. He quickly took off his bag and stuffed bundles of each note form in it. Taking a quick inventory of how much he had, to his amazement he found he had $100,000, £50,000, €1,000,000 and 1,000,000,000 rupees. Converting that into euros he found he had €178262235, more than enough for what he wanted to do.
Hunt walked back out and followed the general manager to the exit.
'Thank you for your time.'
'Oh no it was nothing. It is not everyday we have a 000 account holder come in to take out money.'
'True. Well take care now, don't let anyone else come in and try to be me.'
***
The blustry wind blew through the mans openings in his coat and froze him down to the bone. He knew that he should not have been out at this time but he also knew that if he was to live he had to be out. Wellbeing was on is mind right now, not of himself but of his family and relatives. If this was not the case he would have seen the glints of light reflecting. But most importantly he was thinking of his client. Who was living right now in his basement in his house, half starved to death but half alive. He was getting food and drink but only enough. Just barely.
Sluump. He fell down.
Dead before he hit.
Blood all around him and splurting around him as he fell.
'Looks like you lost dude.'

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Chapter 5
The countryside sped by as the train hurtled onwards out to France leaving Italy behind. A tree passed by but it looked different to the rest. It was in full bloom. An early bloomer. The sky was like a crystal clear pool of blue. With a few morsels of grey dotted around. On the horizon the blue and green condensed into a funky colour, a nice one too.
'Drinks?'
'Yes please. Your finest sparkling white wine.'
'Sorry?'
'Champagne.'
'Of course, which year?'
'Your earliest please.'
'Ahh you have great taste. Here is our 1400 year sparkling white wine.'
'Thank you. Cost?'
'£2000.'
He fished out his bundle of £50 notes he withdrew from Italy and counted out forty slips of paper and handed them over.
'Thank you sir and I hope you enjoy your drink. Your meal is on its way.'
He waved her on and prepared to open the bottle. He had to do this carefully and oh so precisely.
POP!'OWWWWWWWW!!!!!'
'Sir?'
'Ow! The cork went in my eye. STOP the train and let me off in the nearest town.'
'Of course. We will call for an ambulance to pick you up.'
'Thank you but go and do it. It hurts.' He moaned as if he needed to fool the nurse any more.
They stopped in Bern, Switzerland and an ambulance was prepped and waiting for him. They travelled to the central hospital and Dr.Gogan treated his eye. Unbeknownst to all, these two knew each other although they did not show it in public.
After the eye was treated Dr.Gogan booked one return ticket to Delhi, India.
***
The chatter of thousands of people was the first thing that shocked him when he came out of the baggage halls. This was of course after the fact that the temperature nearly made him faint with dehydration. He had finished two litres of water already.
'Namaste Mister John Hunt. Mera naam Praveen hai. Sub teek tak that? Apka hawaijaaz ka safar kaisa tha?'
'Bus bariya. Sab teek tak that sirf ek shikiaat hai, meria safar bahut dhere lagi.'
'Aur kya. Tumne Switzerland se America jaya, phir England, phir jaya Tashkent aur tume nk raat soya airport mai. Aur phir tumne Delhi ka safar hawaijaaz pe shuru kiya.'
'Ha tho phir mai kya karta? Bus aishi Delhi aiya? Aur phir mai police mai shikaar bangaya. Tu bi na yaar.'
'Nai yaar, tumne Switzerland se hawaijaaz lana tha jo lahore jara that aur phir Delhi ke waala liya. Par wo sirf hushiar log karte hai.'
'Aare yaar choordo. Ab, bol, kya khana ki liya hai?'
'Tera sabse pasand dhal bhat. Bata hai kaunsi dhal hai?'
'Ha yaar aur kya ho sakti hai, rajma. Haina?'
'Hanji.'
'Maine bola tha.'
'Aacha ghari kha hai?'
'Nai hai. Hum log rickshaw lainge. Nai do lainge. Chaal.'
Note to all non hindi readers this is the translation:
‘Hello Mister John Hunt. My name is Praveen. Was everything alright? How was your flight journey?’
‘Just excellent. Everything was good, but there was only one problem. My journey took too long.’
‘And what, you went from Switzerland to America to England to Tashkent. And then you spent a night sleeping there in the airport. And then you got on the flight to Delhi.’
'Yeah or what would I have done? Come to Delhi just like that? And then become the police's prey? You also.'
'No dude you should have from Switzerland taken an aeroplane to Lahore and then taken a flight to Delhi.'
'Oh man leave it. Now tell me what is there to eat?'
'Your favourite rice and lentils. Now tell me what lentils?'
'Ha mate, what can it be, red kidney beans. Yes?'
'Yes.'
'I said so.'
'Okay, where is the car?'
'Nowhere. We are going to take a rickshaw. No we are going to take two. Come follow.'
They travelled in two rickshaws until they came to Noida where they saw the magnificent Shree Swaminarayan temple. They went in and prayed, had prasad and left.
Then they travelled to Amritsar by train. While travelling Hunt's friend made a phone call and left the carriage.
Upon returning all he said was:
'Sooja. Sub kuch jo tumko chaiya tha, wo sub ka intjaam ho gaya.'
Translation:
'Sleep. The items you wanted have be arranged for.'
And just like that Hunt went to sleep.
***
Hunt was awoken by the familiar but yet unheard for a long time sound of:
'Chai! Chai walla! Chai hai! Garam garam chai hai!'
'Are chai walla, mujko dus chai dai.'
'Teek hai saab.'
Hunt handed him a hundred rupee note and told him
‘Baki ke paise tere bache aur biwi ko dai. Ab ja aur chai bech.’
‘Saab shukriya. Bahut bahut shukriya.’
‘Aache ja abi.'
Translation:
'Tea! Tea seller! I have tea! I have hot hot tea!'
'Give the change to your children and wife. Now go and sell more tea.'
'Thank you sir. Thank you very very much.'
'Okay now go.'
They entered the station and Hunt got off because this was Amritsar.
A sign that had his name on was held up and Hunt went to welcome him.
In response he had a garland of flowers placed upon him by his receivers, who whispered into his ear when they hugged.
'Talk and walk. Follow me and get into the car behind mine.' Pulling away, 'How have you been my old friend?
We have lots of catching up to do but now we eat.'
Chapter 6
'Am I hearing correctly?'
'Yes pres...'
'IT WAS RHETORICAL YOU IDIOT!' The president roared, 'Do you even know what rhetorical means?' He added as an after thought.
'Yes sir. I do.'
'Now; this is not rhetorical; do you want to die?'
'No sir.'
'Then why have your ''spies'' who excel in detection and retrieval fail?'
'I have no idea sir. So you want them to be replaced?'
'No. I want them to be reinforced with eight more men, minimum. I don't care if you have to pull agents out of retirement, off other cases or even if you yourself have to go out, I want him back.'
'Sir. I will contact the agents right away. One more question.'
'Proceed.'
'I will pull all agents off cases that are not important, for example the terrorist cells and so on. Is that okay?'
'Like I said I don't care who you get as long as they are good. If they are newbie’s then get 20 minimum, if they are good get 8 minimum. Period.'
***
'Shit! I think we have a tail. Take the next right. See if they follow.'
'What car John?'
'The white ambassador.'
The driver turned right and found himself staring into the face of a traffic jam.
'Oh shit shit shit! Give me the phone! Hello, we have a tail and we are in a traffic jam. We will engage if they do. You carry on and meet at the rendezvous.'
'I heard you.' The driver said while pulling out a .357 magnum.
'Good. Now listen Amar, only engage them if they pull out a weapon first or threaten to shoot.'
'Okay sir. Have you got your handgun?'
'Yes, it's a .45 Colt. I also have a Browning 9mm.'
'Ammo?'
'Enough. You?'
'More than enough.' While pulling out a box that looked like it could fit a few hundred bullets in, 'Now let’s get down to business.'
'Okay. Here they come. Steady now.'
Two men got out of the ambassador and walked up to their jeep. The taller one rapped on their window three times and motioned for them to pull it down. Instead, Amar opened the door.
'Sir I am afraid that I have to arrest you. Get out of the car with your hands in the air and behind your head. Now' He said motioning with his revolver where he wanted Amar to stand.
SMASH!
The passenger side window broke into hundreds of shards of glass and the agent that had tried to sneak up upon Hunt from the passenger side was dead.
Instantaneously Amar brought down his hands and propelled himself over the bonnet and landed next to Hunt in a crouch.
'Are you hurt Amar?'
'No. Worry about yourself from now onwards. Try and get away and hijack a car. Then go straight to the Golden Temple and wait inside by the entrance on the right hand side. Someone will come for you.'
'Thank you my friend. I will pray to god that you don't die.'
In response Amar shook his hand and told him to get ready to run.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Amar let off three shots in quick succession and all three agents went down.
'NOW!'
Hunt leaped up and ran as fast as his legs could move! As he got up he could see that three more agents had arrived to reinforce those already there. He could hear more gunshots now and thought about turning around and helping Amar but then his rational half came into play.
'Ahhhhhh! I will get you bastards!'
With those words Amar leaped up from behind the bonnet and let off six shots. Three before and three after. His death. The three after only happened because of his determination to fight back.
Hunt heard Amar scream and momentarily faltered and nearly, so nearly, turned around right then to avenge his friend.
'No I will get them back later.'
***
'Sir. Just in. Our agents in Amritsar, India just encountered Hunt and engaged him. One casualty on their side and three on ours.'
'So hunt is dead?' The Chief of Intelligence, COI, Burns asked.
'No sir. He had an accomplice.'
'Damn it.'
'Alright. I want the agents from Australia and New Zealand to get to Amritsar ASAP! Contact our people through the FBI HQ in that area. Relay the message from Quantico. Make it look like the Joint Terrorism Task Force between America and India is commencing an operation and we need all available agents to go to Amritsar ASAP. If they ask why tell them it is because we need surveillance on an operative of Al-Qaeda.'
'Sir.'
***
'Hunt?'
'Yes'
'Don't turn around. Walk to the Golden Temple and enter.'
Hunt turned left and walked. In his peripheral vision he saw a Sikh, who looked about 6''4'', a few hundred pounds but muscle not fat.
'Is there a reason why we are going in there?'
'So we will not be overheard.'
They got in the queue and waited their turn. The line moved slowly but enough so as to not discourage pilgrims to come back later.
While they were waiting Hunt took the opportunity to view the scenery around him. While looking at the pool he saw a goldfish. Several people were in shock.
'What is the big deal about a fish?'
'Hunt, if you see a goldfish in the pool around the Golden Temple you will be very lucky. Understand?'
'Yes.'
They finally entered and virtually as soon as they did, the Sikh man behind him put his head near Hunt's ear and whispered:
'When we get out, get into the black sedan. It will draw attention to you. We have ten other cars in the immediate area so if you are in an ambush hold out for less than a minute and we will rescue you.'
'Okay.'
They passed around the rails preventing anyone from entering and touching the Guru Granth Sahib, and walked out again.
People were there handing out prasad, halwa. Hunt took and walked onwards.
He stayed for a while looking around, at the bullet holes in the pool where the Indian soldiers had shot at terrorists, or so they thought, the living quarters for anyone who needed to stay, the kitchen and finally he went to the toilet.
He came out, looked for the sedan and saw it at once. He walked calmly to it. When inside he wore the Kevlar windbreaker he'd asked for. This was not the same kevlar that the police wore but a much less dense & many times more adaptive to the user. This enabled the user to move as if he were wearing another jacket; with ease in other words. Inside a methai box he found a Browning with silencer attached, a glock, and a .44 magnum. He started the car. Immediately he noticed people looking & two other cars; white ambassadors; started. From the pocket he removed an untraceable cellular phone. He pressed the dial button twice and started talking to the person who picked it up.
'Hello who...'
'Nothing more. In the white ambassador with plate end 143 a lip reader is present. From now listen to what I say. Take the car out to a semi deserted place and then we will rescue from there. The location is programmed into the satellite navigation system. If you need to say something urgent then look down at the floor and say it, or if you are in front of the lip reader speak freely.'
Hunt reversed the car, came out onto the road and followed the directions given from the sat-nav's voice projection.
'Take the next right.'
A pause.
'Take the next right.'
Another pause.
'Take the next left and continue for 30 miles.'
'In the next thirty miles they attack. We have a Ka-25 chopper holding up a few miles away as well as ten cars. Each of our cars has 4 men in and the plate on our will always has the word ISS in it. This could be made up of a 1 then two 5's. An 'I' then a '5' then a 'S' and so on. Those cars are ours. When they start shooting, remove the flare gun and shoot it in the air and then the chopper will come to your location. The cars will be driving ten miles behind you so as to not arouse suspicion. They will be the first to reach you and they will start taking out the lot at the back. Should not take long as we should take them by surprise. After that they will surround you and protect you until the chopper gets here. If they get held up, then drive away. I repeat drive away and phone again and we will arrange another meet. You won't be able to use this phone again so use a pay phone.'
'What if they try to ram the car or shoot through the windscreen?'
'Bullet proof glass, carbon fibre and kevlar reinforced structure. They will damage their cars trying to flip you.'
'Where did you get this from?'
'Oh FBI, CIA, MI6, MI5, MOSSAD, Ex-KGB operatives that sort of stuff.'
'Okay.'
POP! POP! POP!
'They started shooting me.'
'They were random shots.'
'Don't matter I am firing the gun now.'
SHEEEEEEEEWWW!! BOOM!
A bright red light lit the sky for a few seconds and then vanished.
'Did you see that?'
'Yeah. The chopper is on its way. Good luck John and I wish you well.'
Hunt stopped the car and hid behind a tree at the side of the road. The shots he realized were just random like his contact had said. None of the ambassadors were in sight yet. Hunt pulled out both Browning's and waited, like a lioness waits for her prey to look in the other direction.
'Look, his car stopped. Take him out. Tell the rest to shoot at will.' The passenger in the lead car said.
Soon all the cars were pouring bullets at the sedan's direction. The air was filled with the smell of cordite and there was smoke everywhere. M203's spat out grenades, Sub-Machine Guns chattered, Uzi's blazed. Finally they stopped. Hunt though finally I can kill some when that thought vanished at what he saw. One of the enemy had pulled out a rocket launcher.
WHOOOOSSH!
Straight at the sedan.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOM!
It blew up with splinters and shrapnel flying everywhere. Some hit the ambassadors, and one hit Hunt in his left had. It left a burn and was embedded through his palm.
Chapter 7
'Sir I regret...'
'WE LOST?' Those two words spoken in deadly silence.
'Yes.'
POP!
The COI Burns was dead. Shot right between his eyes, the bullet reappearing out of the other side of his head.
'Holy shit president! What the **** did you do?!' His aide screamed hysterical with shock, 'You killed the ****ing Chief of Intelligence!'
'No loss. He didn't exactly have anything intelligent to give me did he.'
'No, but hell. Killing him? Shit. So who is chief now sir?'
The president eyed him with a smirk on his face.
'Oh hell no. NO! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I am not doing it. NEVER!'
'Why?'
'I am too young to die.'
'You're 40 years old. What the hell are you on about? Do you take drugs? Crack? Weed? Heroin?'
'No sir never.'
'Then why are you blubbering like a baby?'
Because I don't want the job.'
'Tough. From now on you are COI, replacing Burns.Well then it seems like we have a record for the youngest ever COI.'
'No way.'
'If it is the killing bit you don't like, don't worry I won't kill you.'
'You won't?'
'No why would I? I only kill people I hate. I don't hate you.'
'Thank you. I guess I should be going now.'
The president nodded, and the new COI walked out.
'I won't kill you James, unless you do something stupid like telling me we lost again.'
Chapter 8
He waited until one of the agents sent after him, walked up to the vehicle before opening fire. He dropped instantly with a headshot. All the rest of the agents were petrified. Not one of them moved. Hunt took advantage and went out all guns blazing.
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
By the time he let of twelve shots he had managed to run to the smoking carcass of his once top of the spec sedan.
He had finished less than half of each magazine. He removed them one at a time and replenished them.
He rammed the last magazine home and slowly started to peed at the men who had shot at him and his sedan. He could see that four were dead or gravely injured, four were slightly injured and there were four bullet holes in four different cars.
'Not bad' he though to himself, 'And with forty men arriving this should be a doddle.'
The next thing he know was that he was in the back of a pick up truck, trussed up like a turkey.
'What the hell??' He exclaimed. 'How?'
With these thoughts he wasted five minutes. Going over what happened, how could he have lost, who got him, where he was going. The, he realised, this was an open top pick up, he could jump off and run. The driver would not know. He decided on doing it at the next turn.

[M-50]

Does anyone like this? Apart from Il and Dec? Or can noone be bothered to reply.

[VampyreLord]

I like it rohil, good work :)

[M-50]

In the pick up there was a heated conversation going on.
'NO! We should kill him. Why bring him to our base and give him a chance to escape? Can you answer that? Can you?'
'Yes. I can answer it.'
'I'm waiting.'
'Because the boss said so.'
'So. We can kill him and say he died in the shootout.'
'Boss would know.'
'Arrrgh. I hate you smart pompous ass.'
'That is why I am the boss of the mission and you are the driver.'
Hunt was preparing to jump when the car slowed down to a halt. He could hear another car slowing down as well.
'That made no sense,' he thought, 'We stopped.'
Then it hit him. Of course! There was another vehicle in the party.
'Good thing I did not jump or I would have got caught right away. No wonder I am in an open top pickup. They want me to try to escape so they can have an excuse to shoot me.' He realized and winced gingerly, although no one could see him or so he thought.
High in the sky three satellites were tracking his every movement. 1 was focused directly on him, 1 on the cars in front of the pickup and 1 on the cars behind the pickup.

[Aristocrat]

i love it..its really good ^^

[M-50]

^^ Thanks, what bits do you love about it?

[M-50]

This is the next bit of the story.

'Sir the satellites are inoperable.'
'What?'
'The satellites are inoperable.'
'How?!'
'It seems from the code in front of me, that either a password change through a hacker in locking us out of the system. '
'Which is not likely at all.'
'Exactly. So the answer is that the lens has malfunctioned while swapping to increase the resolution and magnification and has therefore jammed out of its originally intended position.'
BRING! BRING!
'Yes. Uh huh. Okay. Both of them?' the operator of the satellite asks incredulously. 'Fine thank you. As you might have guessed the other two satellites are out in exactly the same way, Sir.'
'Oh damn. But could all three have broken at the same time?'
'If all three came from the same manufacturing batch from the same manufacturer, then yes it is feasible. According to this,' he spoke while tapping the keys, 'They all did. So yes it seems true. And it happens. I mean what else could have?' He added with a laugh.
'Someone hacking this like you said.'
'HA! To hack this they would have to defeat five separate external firewalls, then the computer's firewall, not including the government's own firewall. If they managed to do that, then they will have to decrypt a 2 to the power of 1024 kilobit encryption, which they would then have to decrypt again. This time only a 2 to the power of 512 bit encryption. That is why I said it is impossible to hack our systems. All the people designing the encrypted computer signal were killed so they could not repeat it for others.'
'Ah.'


***

'AHHH!'
He had jumped!
He landed roughly, rolled upon his right hip and sprung up. Immediately he started running with the pace of an athlete. The chatter of gunfire rang out and he dived forwards and managed to land smack bang into the leg of a person.
'Whaaa...' He said groggily, as the encounter had dazed him slightly.
'Shush.' Was the reply.
The gunfire stopped and men began to disembark from the truck that Hunt was travelling in front of.
Hunt looked up at the figure he was lying next to and could just about make out that he raised his middle finger.
Immediately the leading soldiers fell down and the others fled to the truck.
Hunt could hear the engines start and saw the man say something while taking something off his face.
Hunt recognised what they were.
NVG's. Night Vision Goggles.
He was right.
Light flooded the immediate area from the headlights of the truck. Hunt could make out distinctly about twenty headlights, some attached on the top of the car.
Then all hell broke out.
Screams of people being shot, the gunfire of many guns echoing nosily, the cordite stench overpowering both sides of shooters. Thanks to this stench, both parties pulled away from tit. The man who was standing over Hunt pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a clearing a few seconds jog away.
'Is that him?' Spoke, to what looked to Hunt like a tree.
'Yes it is.' The man replied who was looking over Hunt.
'Then let's get going.'
They moved out. To the person tracking Hunt, it seemed like a whole portion of the forest managed to grow brains and decided to walk.
They had been travelling for about half an hour when Hunt heard it. Faintly at first, but growing louder.
Chugg. Chugg. Chugg.
Now he could hear it clearly.
An apache helicopter he guessed at hearing the sound. It passed overhead but the trees/men hybrid carried on walking.
'Did you hear that?' Hunt asked. 'Did you?'
No reply. All he got were blank faces. They continued walking and it was with half a shock that the realised that the pace had tripled. He guessed it was due to the chopper flying overhead.
They took a right and entered another clearing and saw the chopper.
It was an apache as Hunt had; correctly; guessed. But not even he could have guessed what was going to happen then.
An immense blast, sharp white light that pierced through his hands after he had enclosed his eyes. When the torturing ended, he was shocked even beyond belief.
He could not hear anything. He did not even know when the sound came and deafened him
But one thing he understood was that his ticket out here had just presented itself. His Ka25 was hovering in silent mode above the crater in the ground and extended a collapsible steel ladder. Running Hunt clung to the rung and proceeded to rise while the chopper disengaged silent mode' so top speed could be reached; 300 mph.
He could hear pings around him as the sound of metal upon metal reached his ears. One caught him in the leg.
'Are you okay?' Were the first words uttered to him as soon as he was pulled safely inside the shelter of the chopper.
'No.' He replied bluntly. 'Bastard got me in the damn leg.'
'Okay. Pradeep take us out of here and to the ship.'
'Errr that is going to be a problem.'
'Why is that?'
'Because, Hitesh, we just got hit and one bullet penetrated into the fuselage. I just calculated the rate at which we are losing fuel.'
'And?'
'And,' Pradeep paused as if he needed to, 'We will get halfway to the ship.'
Hitesh was shocked.
'But the ship is only fifty kilometres away.'
'Wait. I know something we can do.'
'What Hunt?' Pradeep and Hitesh asked harmony.
'Give me the phone.' He was handed it before he finished the sentence, 'Now let me talk.'
Hitesh joined Pradeep in the cockpit, while Hunt spoke to someone on the telephone.
'So what do you reckon, can he do it?'
'Are we talking about the same person? Of course he can, he is Hunt. If he can not do it then who can I mean he knows everyone inside out, even his enemies. Remember when that Pakistani cell who we thought were going to supply us with nbc's but turned out the be undercover Joint Terrorism Task Force officers? '
'Oh yes I do, that was hell in those dungeons and I was shit scared.'
'And who got us out?'
'John.'
'And how?'
'Aw that was a classic. He got a mate to hack the JTTF's database, secure I might add, and made it look like he was an employee and managed smuggle us out by pretending to take us to America and on the way being killed.'
'Now think about that compared to this. This is a cinch.'
'Hey guys, guess what?'
'You got us out ticket out of here?'
'Yep wanna guess how.'
'No man. Tell us.'
'We are getting picked up by the INS Mahatma Gandhi.'
'Whaaaaa....' Pradeep and Hitesh were flabbergasted.
'Yeah.'
'How?'
'Just. Don't worry about it. We are getting out. That is all you need to know. They just dispatched an Apache chopper to pick us up about ten kilometres from here.'
'Okay.'
'Another thing. These guys could walk quite fast so they are probably tracking us by our leaking petrol tank. When we go down I want you to set this chopper up to become an inferno to the next person that enters this chopper after you exit. Knowing how eager you are with blowing stuff up, you will probably set it up with Hitesh and I still inside. Eh?'
'Na man. I would set it so all three of us are in here.'
All three started laughing when a shrill beeping cut through their laughter like a knife through soft butter.
'What is that?'
'We only have fifteen km of fuel left. But do not worry; the drop off point is only four km away now.'
'Good. So eleven km of fuel will make a crater how big?'
'Err that should be, hold on for a sec, about a couple of hundred yards.'
'Good. Now we all know what to do yeah?'
'Yes.' The other two replied in unanimity.
This is the next bit of the story.
'Sir the satellites are inoperable.'
'What?'
'The satellites are inoperable.'
'How?!'
'It seems from the code in front of me, that either a password change through a hacker in locking us out of the system. '
'Which is not likely at all.'
'Exactly. So the answer is that the lens has malfunctioned while swapping to increase the resolution and magnification and has therefore jammed out of its originally intended position.'
BRING! BRING!
'Yes. Uh huh. Okay. Both of them?' the operator of the satellite asks incredulously. 'Fine thank you. As you might have guessed the other two satellites are out in exactly the same way, Sir.'
'Oh damn. But could all three have broken at the same time?'
'If all three came from the same manufacturing batch from the same manufacturer, then yes it is feasible. According to this,' he spoke while tapping the keys, 'They all did. So yes it seems true. And it happens. I mean what else could have?' He added with a laugh.
'Someone hacking this like you said.'
'HA! To hack this they would have to defeat five separate external firewalls, then the computer's firewall, not including the government's own firewall. If they managed to do that, then they will have to decrypt a 2 to the power of 1024 kilobit encryption, which they would then have to decrypt again. This time only a 2 to the power of 512 bit encryption. That is why I said it is impossible to hack our systems. All the people designing the encrypted computer signal were killed so they could not repeat it for others.'
'Ah.'
***
'AHHH!'
He had jumped!
He landed roughly, rolled upon his right hip and sprung up. Immediately he started running with the pace of an athlete. The chatter of gunfire rang out and he dived forwards and managed to land smack bang into the leg of a person.
'Whaaa...' He said groggily, as the encounter had dazed him slightly.
'Shush.' Was the reply.
The gunfire stopped and men began to disembark from the truck that Hunt was travelling in front of.
Hunt looked up at the figure he was lying next to and could just about make out that he raised his middle finger.
Immediately the leading soldiers fell down and the others fled to the truck.
Hunt could hear the engines start and saw the man say something while taking something off his face.
Hunt recognised what they were.
NVG's. Night Vision Goggles.
He was right.
Light flooded the immediate area from the headlights of the truck. Hunt could make out distinctly about twenty headlights, some attached on the top of the car.
Then all hell broke out.
Screams of people being shot, the gunfire of many guns echoing nosily, the cordite stench overpowering both sides of shooters. Thanks to this stench, both parties pulled away from tit. The man who was standing over Hunt pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a clearing a few seconds jog away.
'Is that him?' Spoke, to what looked to Hunt like a tree.
'Yes it is.' The man replied who was looking over Hunt.
'Then let's get going.'
They moved out. To the person tracking Hunt, it seemed like a whole portion of the forest managed to grow brains and decided to walk.
They had been travelling for about half an hour when Hunt heard it. Faintly at first, but growing louder.
Chugg. Chugg. Chugg.
Now he could hear it clearly.
An apache helicopter he guessed at hearing the sound. It passed overhead but the trees/men hybrid carried on walking.
'Did you hear that?' Hunt asked. 'Did you?'
No reply. All he got were blank faces. They continued walking and it was with half a shock that the realised that the pace had tripled. He guessed it was due to the chopper flying overhead.
They took a right and entered another clearing and saw the chopper.
It was an apache as Hunt had; correctly; guessed. But not even he could have guessed what was going to happen then.
An immense blast, sharp white light that pierced through his hands after he had enclosed his eyes. When the torturing ended, he was shocked even beyond belief.
He could not hear anything. He did not even know when the sound came and deafened him
But one thing he understood was that his ticket out here had just presented itself. His Ka25 was hovering in silent mode above the crater in the ground and extended a collapsible steel ladder. Running Hunt clung to the rung and proceeded to rise while the chopper disengaged silent mode' so top speed could be reached; 300 mph.
He could hear pings around him as the sound of metal upon metal reached his ears. One caught him in the leg.
'Are you okay?' Were the first words uttered to him as soon as he was pulled safely inside the shelter of the chopper.
'No.' He replied bluntly. 'Bastard got me in the damn leg.'
'Okay. Pradeep take us out of here and to the ship.'
'Errr that is going to be a problem.'
'Why is that?'
'Because, Hitesh, we just got hit and one bullet penetrated into the fuselage. I just calculated the rate at which we are losing fuel.'
'And?'
'And,' Pradeep paused as if he needed to, 'We will get halfway to the ship.'
Hitesh was shocked.
'But the ship is only fifty kilometres away.'
'Wait. I know something we can do.'
'What Hunt?' Pradeep and Hitesh asked harmony.
'Give me the phone.' He was handed it before he finished the sentence, 'Now let me talk.'
Hitesh joined Pradeep in the cockpit, while Hunt spoke to someone on the telephone.
'So what do you reckon, can he do it?'
'Are we talking about the same person? Of course he can, he is Hunt. If he can not do it then who can I mean he knows everyone inside out, even his enemies. Remember when that Pakistani cell who we thought were going to supply us with nbc's but turned out to be the undercover Joint Terrorism Task Force officers? '
'Oh yes I do, that was hell in those dungeons and I was shit scared.'
'And who got us out?'
'John.'
'And how?'
'Aw that was a classic. He got a mate to hack the JTTF's database, secure I might add, and made it look like he was an employee and managed smuggle us out by pretending to take us to America and on the way being killed.'
'Now think about that compared to this. This is a cinch.'
'Hey guys, guess what?'
'You got us out ticket out of here?'
'Yep wanna guess how.'
'No man. Tell us.'
'We are getting picked up by the INS Mahatma Gandhi.'
'Whaaaaa....' Pradeep and Hitesh were flabbergasted.
'Yeah.'
'How?'
'Just. Don't worry about it. We are getting out. That is all you need to know. They just dispatched an Apache chopper to pick us up about ten kilometres from here.'
'Okay.'
'Another thing. These guys could walk quite fast so they are probably tracking us by our leaking petrol tank. When we go down I want you to set this chopper up to become an inferno to the next person that enters this chopper after you exit. Knowing how eager you are with blowing stuff up, you will probably set it up with Hitesh and I still inside. Eh?'
'Na man. I would set it so all three of us are in here.'
All three started laughing when a shrill beeping cut through their laughter like a knife through soft butter.
'What is that?'
'We only have fifteen km of fuel left. But do not worry, the drop off point is only four km away now.'
'Good. So eleven km of fuel will make a crater how big?'
'Er that should be, hold on for a sec, about a couple of hundred yards.'
'Good. Now we all know what to do yeah?'
'Yes.' The other two replied in unanimity.

Chapter 8

'How long left?' Nikhil asked, but no one heard him because the tannoy rang out at exactly the same time.
'Intruder alert! Intruder alert!'
Nikhil dropped his bedsheet, ran to the storage closet and picked out the first weapon he could and passed it on to the persons waiting. It was like a drill, he removed the gun, gave it to the closet person, that person went and the process was repeated until everyone had a gun. Then depending on the severity of the alert, they came back for more weaopons or bullet proof vests and grenades. Thankfully this was not the full alert, but they still ahd to take two weapons each, the bullet proof vest and four spare magazines for their weapons, two for each gun.
'Everyone got their stuff?' Nikhil asked
'Yes.' They replied.
Nikhil turned round and reached for his weapons, a Heckler & Koch P2000 SK handgun, and a Smith & Wesson Thunder Ranch Model 22, with two spare magazines for each and a pump action shotgun, a Mossberg 500 PERSUADER with ammo.
Chick chick!
The shotgun was locked and loaded.
'Let's go.' Nikhil said. Those two words instantaneously transforming the rabble of guys with weapons into a fully trained and alert battle squard expert in retrieval and extermination.
The first guy ran to the door, slowly opening it and looked out.
Nothing. He motioned and ran across the hall. The second guy followed, motioned and then ran. The rest followed. All ten were out into the hall and scaling the opassage when they heard the distinct 'putt putt' of a weaon being fired from close range. They could tell from teh sound of the discharge that it was not one of their weapons and almost subconsiously they moved to intercept. Almost, because of the amount of times they had practised how to locate from sound and how to tell tthe difference of each weapons discharge. And also amlomst, because two of them fell down seemingly of their own accord but when two other's ran to them to see what was wrong and they fell down, it was obvious. The blood was pouring out and the rest of the team went back in to the room for cover and to regroup; the fancy way of saying retreat.
'Who can that be?' One of the men asked, when they were safely inside and behind the steel blast door.
'I do not know. But I know this, they kner our location' our real location' managed to infiltrate their way into here, take ou the first level of security and four of our men. I am upgrading the threat level to red minor. Full bullet proof armour, eight spare magazines per gun, grenades; fragmentation and smoke' two snipers and two medics per froup plus the flamethrower for the groups protecting exits; vip's leaders or trackers. Got it?'
'Sir.'
'The rest of the men replied.'
Nikhil turned, pressed and held a button until the light emitting diode turned a bright shade of red with 'Minor' in black visible.

[Rayster]

cool stuff man.

I can see that your work is more dialogue based.
The only C&C i can recommend is just double check spelling (tho it's very very minor) - must be typo.

And also your sound effects. in stories, u should never "say" the sound (like u said: BRING BRING, and chug, etc)
unless u say something like: "The bow's string released with a thwack

the "bring" can be replaced easily by: "The phone rang"

or better: u can add something like: "a shrill ring of the phone was answered by..."
^ tho that's past tense...as i write. XD



but other than it's good, and intriguing. Keep it up!


oh, and i recommend from your types of stories (field of interest) to read books by Matthew Reilly (his first book "Contest" isn't a representation of his others) so i recommend: Temple, Ice Station, Area 7, Scarecrow...etc)

[M-50]

Thanks for the help Dec. I tried it by saying 'the phone rang...' but it just did not seem right after I read it again.
I did not know what else to say for 'chugg' for the choppers rotors rotating. Some help?
Thank you I will try them.

[Rayster]

Thanks for the help Dec. I tried it by saying 'the phone rang...' but it just did not seem right after I read it again.
I did not know what else to say for 'chugg' for the choppers rotors rotating. Some help?
Thank you I will try them.
hmm, k

They had been travelling for about half an hour when Hunt heard it. Faintly at first, but growing louder.
Chugg. Chugg. Chugg.

Bold can be replaced by some suggestions: u can mix em around too, or just make something of ur own like that.


The all too familar noise/sound of an Apache helicopter rang in his ear

The all too familiar revolutions of helicopter/chopper blades resounded around them

or just simple: the repeatitive chug chug of a helicopter ..........etc


with these, obviously the next lines are covered, or could be modified.


same goes wid da phone bit, if u want :)


and no probs. always ready to try to help a fellow writer if i can.

[M-50]

hmm, k

Bold can be replaced by some suggestions: u can mix em around too, or just make something of ur own like that.


The all too familar noise/sound of an Apache helicopter rang in his ear

The all too familiar revolutions of helicopter/chopper blades resounded around them

or just simple: the repeatitive chug chug of a helicopter ..........etc


with these, obviously the next lines are covered, or could be modified.


same goes wid da phone bit, if u want :)


and no probs. always ready to try to help a fellow writer if i can.
Okay cool thanks mate. Look out because of what is coming soon.

[M-50]

***

'AHHH!'
He had jumped!
He landed roughly, rolled upon his right hip and sprung up. Immediately he started running with the pace of an athlete. The chatter of gunfire rang out and he dived forwards and managed to land smack bang into the leg of a person.
'Whaaa...' He said groggily, as the encounter had dazed him slightly.
'Shush.' Was the reply.
The gunfire stopped and men began to disembark from the truck that Hunt was travelling in front of.
Hunt looked up at the figure he was lying next to and could just about make out that he raised his middle finger.
Immediately the leading soldiers fell down and the others fled to the truck.
Hunt could hear the engines start and saw the man say something while taking something off his face.
Hunt recognised what they were.
NVG's. Night Vision Goggles.
He was right.
Light flooded the immediate area from the headlights of the truck. Hunt could make out distinctly about twenty headlights, some attached on the top of the car.
Then all hell broke out.
Screams of people being shot, the gunfire of many guns echoing nosily, the cordite stench overpowering both sides of shooters. Thanks to this stench, both parties puled away from tit. The man who was standing over Hunt pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a clearing a few seconds jog away.
'Is that him?' Spoke, to what looked to Hunt like a tree.
'Yes it is.' The man replied who was looking over Hunt.
'Then let's get going.'
They moved out. To the person tracking Hunt, it seemed like a whole portion of the forest managed to grow brains and decided to walk.
They had been travelling for about half an hour when Hunt heard it. Faintly at first, but growing louder.
Chugg. Chugg. Chugg.
Now he could hear it clearly.
An apache helicopter he guessed at hearing the sound. It passed overhead but the trees/men hybrid carried on walking.
'Did you hear that?' Hunt asked. 'Did you?'
No reply. All he got were blank faces. They continued walking and it was with half a shock that the realised that the pace had tripled. He guessed it was due to the chopper flying overhead.
They took a right and entered another clearing and saw the chopper.
It was an apache as Hunt had; correctly; guessed. But not even he could have guessed what was going to happen then.
An immense blast, sharp white light that pierced through his hands after he had enclosed his eyes. When the torturing ended, he was shocked even beyond belief.
He could not hear anything. He did not even know when the sound came and deafened him
But one thing he understood was that his ticket out here had just presented itself. His Ka25 was hovering in silent mode above the crater in the ground and extended a collapsible steel ladder. Running Hunt clung to the rung and proceeded to rise while the chopper disengaged silent mode so top speed could be reached; 300 mph.
He could hear pings around him as the sound of metal upon metal reached his ears. One caught him in the leg.
'Are you okay?' Were the first words uttered to him as soon as he was pulled safely inside the shelter of the chopper.
'No.' He replied bluntly. 'Bastard got me in the damn leg.'
'Okay. Pradeep take us out of here and to the ship.'
'Errr that is going to be a problem.'
'Why is that?'
'Because, Hitesh, we just got hit and one bullet penetrated into the fuselage. I just calculated the rate at which we are losing fuel.'
'And?'
'And,' Pradeep paused as if he needed to, 'We will get halfway to the ship.'
Hitesh was shocked.
'But the ship is only fifty kilometres away.'
'Wait. I know something we can do.'
'What Hunt?' Pradeep and Hitesh asked harmony.
'Give me the phone.' He was handed it before he finished the sentence, 'Now let me talk.'
Hitesh joined Pradeep in the cockpit, while Hunt spoke to someone on the telephone.
'So what do you reckon, can he do it?'
'Are we talking about the same person? Of course he can, he is Hunt. If he can not do it then who can I mean he knows everyone inside out, even his enemies. Remember when that Pakistani cell who we thought were going to supply us with nbc's but turned out the be undercover Joint Terrorism Task Force officers? '
'Oh yes I do, that was hell in those dungeons and I was shit scared.'
'And who got us out?'
'John.'
'And how?'
'Aw that was a classic. He got a mate to hack the JTTF's database, supposedly secure I might add, and made it look like he was an employee and managed to smuggle us out by pretending to take us to America and by being 'killed' on the way.'
'Now think about that compared to this. This is a cinch.'
'Hey guys, guess what?'
'You got us out ticket out of here?'
'Yep wanna guess how.'
'No man. Tell us.'
'We are getting picked up by the INS Subse Bari.'
'Whaaaaa....' Pradeep and Hitesh were flabbergasted.
'Yeah.'
'How? How did you manage to get subse bari, the largest ship in the world to pick us up? How? That thing is over ten miles of solid steel man, it has twenty two thousand horsepower engines that need to be on just to get the goliath moving. We are talking about disturbing the leviathan for a pebble.'
'Just. Don't worry about it. We are getting out. That is all you need to know. They just dispatched an Apache chopper to pick us up about ten kilometre's from here.'
'Okay.'
'Another thing. These guys could walk quite fast so the are probably tracking us by our leaking petrol tank. When we go down I want you to set this chopper up to become an inferno to the next person that enters this chopper after you exit. Knowing how eager you are with blowing stuff up, you will probably set it up with Hitesh and I still inside. Eh?'
'Na man. I would set it so all three of us are in here.'
All three started laughing when a shrill beeping cut through their laughter like a knife through soft butter.
'What is that?'
'We only have fifteen km of fuel left. But do not worry, the drop off point is only four km away now.'
'Good. So eleven km of fuel will make a crater how big?'
'Er that should be, hold on for a sec, about a couple of hundred yards.'
'Good. Now we all know what to do yeah?'
'Yes.' The other two replied in unanimity.

***

The day was like any other except for one tiny detail, police and MI5 were getting ready to raid three different apartments in the redbridge area of London, the FBI and Homeland Security were preparing in Phoenix and the CBI in Gurgaona. They were all going to strike at one time. Simultaneously.
India during lunch, United Kingdom at dawn and the United States at night. Each was risky, most was in India, but all extremely fruitful if successful. For the persons about to have their homes intruded upon happened to hold some of the most secret information about John Hunt, what his real identity is, where he was born, what colour skin he had when he was born and what his aliases are. Also, how he got to be so good at what he does and from who or where he got trained.
But most importantly, where he was.
The person overseeing this whole operation was actually in a secure base, fifty metres underground in the sahara desert. An uniterruptible power supple, constant satellite coverage of all nine raids, satellite phones and a ten by ten metre wall filled with the television screens.
‘Pratap, you ready?’
'Sir.'
'James, you ready?'
'Sir.'
'Tony, you ready?'
'Sir.'
'Okay. As of 5:15 Sahara’n desert time, 5:15 United Kingdom time, 11:15 United States time and 11:15 Indian time, you all have a go.'
These words mobilized the largest coordinated, worldwide, raid ever seen. Even bigger than the one that Hunt had commanded.
The US had over five hundred personnel storming two flats and one house.
The UK had six hundred personnel breaking down the doors of one flat, one house and one bungalow.
The Indian’s had over a thousand, personnel invading three flats. The reason why the Indian’s had over a thousand personnel was because that the raid was taking place in the middle of the day, and they need to keep the public out of danger as well as trying to capture the terrorist’s.
'US how is it going?'
'Not good so far. We got caught up about a couple of miles away in a ditch. Our relay station is stuck. We are trying to get it out as we speak and we are letting the troops go ahead.'
'Okay talk to you in a bit. UK how are you doing?'
'We have got into one flat and in the process of the other two.'
'So you should let me know when you finish in a few minutes?'
'Yeah.'
'Okay talk to you in a bit. India, what is your status?'
'On time. We cordoned off the area’s and are currently firing tear gas into the flats to try to coerce the occupants to come out.'
'Keep me informed.'
'Will do sir.'
'What else is new Major?' The jointly elected colonel said.
'Nothing sir. Apart from this intercept we just received from headquarters.'
'What does it say?'
'Nothing apart from turn to channel six hundred and sixty six. Sir that channel is unencrypted. If someone is tracking it then they can see where we are.'
'I know but it is a risk we will have to take. It came from their headquarters right?'
'Sir.'
'Very well then. Quickly set up another screen and change the channel.'
With suprising efficiency the screen was up and running already tuned to channel six hundred and sixty six.

[M-50]

Update.
Nothing was appearing on screen.
'Why is it not working?'
'It is sir. Nothing is being broadcast as of this moment.'
'Then why are we tuned into it?'
'Orders sir.'
'Whose?' He demanded.
'Headquarters relayed through you.'
'Well if nothing is appearing on screen at the moment, even though headquarters sent a message saying turn to this channel...' Slowly a look of horror dawned upon his face.
***
'They fell for it!' He said in a gigglish voice. 'I cannot believe it.'
'Yeah me too. Now quickly upload that hack before they realize and disconnect.'
'Already done my broheim. You are too slow.'
'Well done. Now run it.'
'Bro, you are way to slow. I think you smoke way too much weed. The hack self extracts and integrates into their core systems within 100 nanoseconds of extraction. Plus extraction only takes 1 millisecond.'
'Well whatever. I do not care!' He said in a huffed voice. 'Are we secure is what I want to know.'
'Yes. Good now let us play around a bit. Has the hack integrated into the communications system with the US server uplink?'
'Ya, weed filled head.'
'Shut up man! I am trying to be serious here. Boss is on the phone idiot!' While pointing to a bluetooth handset clipped onto his right ear.
'Oh shit!'
'Yeah oh shit!'
'So what does the boss want to do now?'
'He has given us free reign to play around with the US server. Muck up their orders and what not. We will receive the real order then change it.'
'And they get the fake one.'
'Exactly.'
'Well what are we waiting for!' He laughs menacingly.
'Well for one, the boss's response as to whether or not our men have escaped from there or not. And how our other men are in the UK and India.'
'How am I supposed to know that?'
'Yet you call me weed filled head dope.'
'Oh right. The hack. Well then be my guest.'
The other guy leaned forward and picked up the headphones, placed them around his head and proceeded to listen intently.
'Well for one, the US lot is safe for now, one of the UK lot is compromised, but the India lot have tear gas fired at them and are currently running away through the tunnel we built them in that exact case.'
'Great!'
'Now let us get down to mucking up the UK's orders since they are the most urgent.'
Secret Security Centre,
Saharan Desert
5:45
'UK, you are too remove the prisoners from the police and with MI5 bring them to us.'

A Secret Location in the middle of the world
5:45

'UK, you are too back off the other two flats and concentrate on the flat in the redbridge area, on sunnyside road. I repeat back off the other two flats in Ilford and concentrate on Sunnyside road.'

UK
Essex
Redbridge
Ilford
Sunnyside, Cranbrook and Woodlands Road
5:45
'Orders just in guys. We are too... Huh?'
'What?' A policeman shouted while firing his gun at a window.
'We are to move away from Cranbrook and Woodlands Roads and concentrate on the sunnyside road flat. Now.'
'What the **** is he playing at? We just lost another guy here and he wants us to go? Man, **** him! I'm staying!'
'Okay, but I will tell everyone else to go.'
'You do that. I am gonna storm the building.'
'Not on your own.'
'I know. You are coming with me.'
'Okay, now let me tell the rest of us to move out.'

Secret Security Centre,
Saharan Desert
5:46

'Did you receive my message UK?'
'Yes and are undertaking it as we speak.'
'Good. Talk to you later. US what is your situation?'
'We are unstuck from the ditch and are about to storm the house.'
'Okay. Storm in the ratio 70:30 back:front respectively.'

A Secret Location in the middle of the world
5:46

'Storm the front only. Forget about the back.'

UK
Essex
Redbridge
Ilford
Sunnyside, Cranbrook and Woodlands Road
5:46

'Are you sure?'

Secret Security Centre,
Saharan Desert
5:46

'Yes. Now go.'

UK
Essex
Redbridge
Ilford
Sunnyside Road
5:46

The police and MI5 mobilized to the one address and prepared themselves to storm the building. They waited on the corner of the road until all agents were present.

5:49

'Are we all ready?' Alpha one spoke into his needle-thin microphone which was hooked over his right ear as everyone else's was not. Everyone else's were hooked over their left ears. Alpha one has to be different.
'Sir!' Barked over fifty persons.
'Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! GO! GO! GO!
The tyres of ten Cadillac escalade's, carrying the MI5 section which included alpha one, woke up many of the residents living on Winchester road as well as half of Sunnyside road.
The tyres of ten ford transporter's woke up the occupants of Grange road and the other half of Sunnyside road.
Neither woke the occupants of the flat. They were already awake. Waiting. In the shadows with smiles on their faces. Listening. Sitting oh so quietly and listening. Listening for any sound of intruders which they had been told to do. They knew that their leader was safe. They also knew that they intruders, the police, thought their leader was here. But they knew he was not. They also knew what weapons the police were going to use as well as their armour. They had weapons that could pierce that. Thank god for the fool who made it mandatory to produce weapons that could pierce body armour.
The twenty 4x4's stopped and from them eighty people exited dressed from head to toe in kevlar type II body armour. The driver's stayed where they were; with the engines running because sod's law dictates that in an emergency when you are doing an operation if you turn your engine off, it will not start again; in case they were needed to make a quick escape. Which was highly unlikely they thought.
Alpha one exited the first 4x4 and surveyed the building.
A neat brick wall standing about five foot high was the first obstacle that needed to be neutralised. Next was up the footpath, a good twelve foot. He knew lots of things could happen in twelve feet of space. Then the porch, with the door behind that.
'Alright guys,' Alpha one said, 'You know what is needed to be done. Now let's do it.'
Alpha one started the procession by motioning with his arm, which was moving up and down facing towards the house, and the first few people went to storm the door.
The brick wall exploded with pieces of it flying into their armour and faces.
'HOLY SHIT! THEY GOT DEFENCES! FALL BACK! FALL BACK!' Alpha one shouted into his microphone. 'Who got hit?'
'Everyone in a couple of metres vicinity of that wall and the first team of four completely neutralised.'
'Neutralised?'
'Wiped out.'

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[Lightey Natsume]

Good strory realy enjoyed nice dailouge and good punctation