Here goes nothin'

[Acca Dacca]

The woman ran down the long hallway, the documents she was clutching to her chest securely were thrown from her from her arms as she knew this wasn’t the time to be afraid that she would drop one. She hadn’t meant to snoop, but she definitely chose the wrong time to, considering there were more people who wanted to snoop. People with guns. It was more of an accident than anything, but it was an accident that she now had to run in fear of her life. She had been ordered to retrieve some important documents, and along the way, she had slipped into the library, just to see what it held. While looking at a few books, she had stumbled upon something that she knew she wasn’t supposed to find, someone she wasn’t supposed to find. And because of it, she was being sought out.

With a certain paranoia she hadn’t felt since her last battle, the ex-soldier looked over her shoulder and noticed a small group of men that were still following her from the library.

’Damnit! I have to get out of this place before I’m torn to pieces. Someone has to know the truth!’

As quick as her legs would take her, she picked up the pace. She soon found herself running out of the mansion and into the surrounding forest, the men were not in her sight, but she knew they were still on her trail. She tried to confuse them by crossing through the trees and taking many different turns, but she knew they could still track her. They were professionals, and this wouldn’t be the first time they had to dispose of someone.

As she made her way to the main road, she stumbled towards her car, and scrambled for her keys. Nothing. It was at this point she realized that they had her surrounded.

She looked around her, trying to find a way out, but she was cornered in too tightly. She looked through her pockets for something, anything for these monsters. As she put her back to the car, she breathed heavily. It was now that she realized that all of that courage as a soldier meant nothing without a gun. Her heart was pumping nonstop and her eyes went from one, to the other, to the other.

“It’s over, Ms. Duran.,” one of the members said in a light hiss, “all of this could have been avoided if you kept to yourself.” They approached her step by step. She closed her eyes, and put her hands over her rosary and dog tags. “The truth is not something everyone can handle.”

She breathed in, looked up, and said, “Jesus.” The leader of this group made it quick, slicing her throat horizontally in a swift motion. She didn’t breathe in, and she fell to the floor. The pool of blood began to gather. The killer looked down at the body, and shook his head.

“Shame…her husband didn’t want this to happen.”

They collected her things, put the body and an explosive in the trunk, drove the car into the ocean, and detonated. The killer, having kept her phone, called the last call: ‘Home.’ Someone picked up, and the killer spoke, “Its over with.” He paused as he heard silence on the other end. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He heard the click and the dial tone. He looked at the others and nodded to head back.

[Acca Dacca]

In a world where there are villains and executors, the free thinkers must chose to stand by and watch or stand up and fight. Yet, where does the thinking stop and the executing begin?

A grim, burnt down mansion stood on the edge of the coastal ridge of St Helena. Its walls downed, windows destroyed, and roof dismayed. The destruction was that of a time before this one and the madness of one man. A man, who’s remaining story has yet to ever been finished. Today, with his smoking pipe in hand, formal pea coat and glasses on the brim of his nose, Conner Daulson stood at that very ridge overlooking the remainder of the mansion. It wasn’t pretty, hell it wasn’t anything. It was a wreck, but in there lied the next piece to a confusing puzzle. The puzzle that was the death of Mykep.

The smoke from the pipe covered the coat and left the smell for Conner to bath himself in. He looked at the opening on the side, and remembered the blue prints for the planning of this building from just that very morning. He was excited that he had taken his life spendings to solve this mystery, and hoped that it would pay him well to find out the truth. He entered the gruesome structure from the crack, and like a rat began to shift through the garbage that once belonged to another.

Each document could contain his next step, the clue to the whereabouts of Mykep’s sanity. He lifted a piece of paper. It contained the Proclamation of the Northern Empire. It stated, “Brothers, I ask us to rid each other of our sovereignty to fight a war that will change the course of history as we know it. We will take our strengths and combine it together to do what we believe is right. Nordland is nothing compared to what the world below us can do as we lead the charge into the very heart of the beast. Let us, as the top nations of the world, lead the world below us and attack from our frozen tundra and rain hell upon the Nords!” His hatred for the Nords was nothing surprising to anyone. Mykep had fought them thrice and defeated them thrice. He hated them up until his own death.

The detective continued to shuffle around. He then found a cardboard box underneath the stairwell. It contained the information for the assassination of Pres. Markus Tanssimo. After Operation Side Winder, the brother Perry took his revenge on the President. His tactics were simple and he easily shifted blame to a member of the democratic process of that country who would easily have had a motive. Honestly, the detective was rather depressed by the lack of information that this building contained, considering it belonged to a man who had lead 3 countries on 3 different continents. His search had come ot an end as the area of the house that was safe enough to actually search had been shuffled through from corner to corner.

The detective was looking to make a discovery that would put his name pu there, and he believed that this would have been the one. His disappointed attitude had almost left him empty handed, till he found the phone bill with records in the destroyed mailbox in front of the mansion. A call from a restricted number in the modern day German Democratic Republic was displayed. The calls lasted 30 seconds exactly each time….

And they were his last received calls.

[Acca Dacca]

The cars doors were tinted to the point that even Lucas was having a hard time seeing what was outside. It didn’t matter to him either way, his mind was elsewhere His suit was fitted for him a little too big and he played with his cuffs and tie till they were in the proper place. He adjusted himself in his leather seating that was doing nothing more than making more noise. He was becoming impatient, and growing quite annoyed at the current situation. His motives were nothing more than a blind fool in his attempt for revenge. The car’s small space was not enough for him to freely express his outrage. He wanted his scene to be honorable at most. He wanted his target to have enjoyed her night, and when it has finally come to an end, he, himself, would begin to enjoy his night.

He’d throw the blood stained rapier at her feet, they’d dance the last dance, and at the end of the night his quest for revenge would be complete. Killing her, Sarah Tintagyl. Yet this time, her opponent wouldn’t be mad, crazied, and insane. She would simply have her hands filled with that of a perfectly sane twin who has reached the end of his wits attempting to keep himself from doing this. This was his night, this was her fall.

It will be the last dance.

He promptly nodded to the driver that he would make his exit here, two blocks up from the Solidor Manor. He opened the door in a timely manner. The walk was one to simply develop what he was going to do. He ran his fingers through his dirty-blonde, gelled hair. This place haunted his dreams, and now the shared blood he had with Mykep would reenter this hall and forever end this lasting chain of events. He made his way to the gates. Calm in the face, restless in the mind. He entered under the name of Lucas Perry, a simple noble from Greenland, the tip of the Eggman Empire. (A rich noble, not one of political stature). He was unsure of how he would continue his plan, but he would make damn well sure that he would.

He entered the hall with an elegant posture. He stood alone in the doorway, simply glazing over the mass populace of the ballroom. Handed a drink from a waiter, he tossed it down his throat as if it were cough medicine. He saw no sign of Sarah. He looked to the waiter for another, when a hand grabbed his motioning to grab a drink. A stunning women looked up to him in a care-free manner and with a smooth twist of her body pulled him in close. She stood up on her toes, and whispered into his ear, “Care for a dance?”

He awoke, the dream faded to reality. He was back home, under the sheets with the woman in his dream laying next to him. She was the woman he brought home last night from the bar, and he had once again dreamt of the day he’d face Sarah. The woman was undressed and lay still in her sleep. He awoke quietly and made his way out. He splashed water on his face and looked into the mirror. He looked at himself, disgusted. He hid his emotions behind his testosterone, and simply didn’t know what he could do about it other than to find pleasure for the next night with the next woman. It drove him almost to sickness. He needed freshair

The walk to the balcony was a long one. He would peer to the left and to the right to observe the pictures of family and friends as well as being handed awards and badges. He looked at all of the things that at one point brought him happiness and success, and knew he had thrown it all away with his belligerence and anger. He twisted the handle of the balcony that opened up to his view of the manor in United Mechodamian States. The manor was situated on the edge of the desert and the border of Sudan. He looked out, towards the civilization that was on the ridge of his view. He never looked out towards the desert on the back porch, as that was where his brother would always sit and have a beer. Not those happy times anymore. And as his vision wasn’t partially disrupted by the sand in his eye, he saw the figure of a car coming to his doorstep. He grabbed his pistol, and opened the front door with his boxers. He had it lowered, and slightly hidden as the car stopped. A soldier stepped out, as did an officer; a detective to be exact.

The detective lowered his smoking pipe, and introduced himself as Conner Daulson. The man stated he wished to discuss the terms of Mykep’s death. Lucas, furious, lifted the gun.

“Get out. I don’t have to go through this again, and hell, I don’t want to.”

The man, not alarmed continued in the same posture and voice,

“I am simply here to tell you that we are back on track in the investigation. We have found a man who was in contact with your brother from the previous Nordland. It could be a possible lead and I assure you that this will in no way go public.”

Lucas’ unending desire to find everyone responsible for his brother’s death and put an end to their peaceful lives sparked. A lead. Something that hasn’t been had for 4 years. The detective took his lead, and Lucas prepared to finally meet the bag that held the blood he was about to spill. For the first time in months, no, years, Lucas was somewhat happy. It was a happiness that only having the relief of watching blood you spilt drip from those you desired to kill.

It was vengeance, and he would have it.

[Acca Dacca]

German Democratic Republic

The air of Germany was never something a Kepian looked forward to breathing in. It usually meant there was a negative event that needed to be discussed. Connor was born under Emperor Mykep in Forever Battlefield. His distaste for Nords grew along side those of his countrymen and as the Empire fell, the feeling of resentment still remained. Connor was above all else a detective, and he was able to judge just be the house who the person he was about ot face really was. His care for his lawn was dull. His farm was almost barren except for a few wild crops on the edges of the land this man possessed. The classic car looked almost impeccable in the drive way. The house itself was wooden and seemed to keep itself clean and nit. All of these characteristics made for an easy description on the man he had asked to see. Old, not a care in the world, kept to himself, and has considered his life over and done with for a long time. When Connor was greeted at the door by a man attached to a cane, he smiled.

At the mention of Mykep, the old man grunted. He looked up at Connor with his bifocals and smirked. He stated in his raspy voice, “I believe we put that man down years ago.” His happiness dwindled when he knew not of the man that questioned him. “Who are you to come to my house and question me about manners that concern either of us?”

Connor was simply delighted he would be able to answer in a more serious tone. The actions and words of this man all point to accomplice, and he felt pressured by himself to treat the man as hostile. "I'm Connor, nice to meet you too. Now answer my politely asked questions before I simply just shoot you. I swear, there isn't a soul on this continent that would miss you right now if I killed you where you lay. You got that?" He smacked the old man with his pistol, got down on his knee and held him down where he was on the ground. "Now, are we in a more talkative mood yet?"

The shock of the old man made it even more worth while. The old man stated his real name: Freja von Danzig. Not a man of stature, but a consistent firm believer. He began to tell in his worried voice of the evenings events that lead to the death of Mykep. The sweat and blood dripped down his face as he sung like a canary with all the names of people involved. The names: Pelee Shoustin, Joe Viterbo , and a name that was not included in the original statement: Paul Moys.

“Paul Moys?”

Connor took his questions to the phone. He immediately called Lucas Perry about the lead. All three were Afrikan Nords that had once carried out the working of the Nordland Reich. Frankly, they were retired and had nothing left to offer their fallen kingdom except to die a lonely death hiding from the society that wished death upon them. Lucas found their lives to be miserable, and would love to help put them out of their misery. When approached by the Detective with the new information, he decided it was time to finally do what he had always set out to do: finish this. The detective didn’t find it plausible that the Old man would attempt to rush and alert his comrades in a last minute attempt to save their sorry @#$%. However, he was wrong about that. The old man found his way to the phone and the bathroom when Connor was on the phone. He was in the process of alerting them as Connor has his two men charge into the bathroom. Hiding behind the shower curtain in the marble bathtub, The Old man banked his two shots into the first officer’s skull. The second officer viered to the right, diving down aiming into the shower curtain. He got off two shots, but missed. As the old man pointed his gun towards the officer, Connor moved in. The shots from the old man’s gun had already penetrated the officer’s heart; Connor had seen where the gun was outstretched to fire. He judged, and fired three shots through the curtain, all hits. He removed the curtain to see the old man, laying there, phone in hand. He left the scene as the old man was bled dry in his tub.

[Acca Dacca]

Somalia

As a man of experience and a history of taking on tasks solo, he wasn’t happy that a team of men were informed about his endeavor. Yet, if he wanted to work within the international countries, he was going to have to participate in a team. The detective wanted to come, and someone was going to have to cover his sorry $@! as Lucas did all of the work. Alongside the pathetic excuse for a soldier that was Connor was Adam Glukinosk.

Adam Glukinosk was known as the Nigerian Nord, the lead badass officer of the Nord Afrikan front. He carried out the most horrid of missions with nothing but his trusty 6 knives. He hated bullets because he couldn’t enjoy washing the blood of his victims off after a night of good work. Nothing makes you more terrifying then being able to say you brought a knife to the gun fight…and won. However, this Nord turned good when he turned his knives on his leader after he found not only the cause to be ending, but the fact that his wife was killed by Visari’s revenge in the missile attack. He ended up killing 16 of his own officers, and traded secrets of the fronts in order to obtain freedom for his actions against the states of Africa. Now, he along with Lucas attempt to continue their revenge with some more blood and gore. He brought his knives with him.

For missions of top priority, you don’t go much better than Adam Glukinosk. Knives are silent, and much easier in hand to hand as well as from afar. Not to mention the man now carried around a iPod with a playlist of death. He ‘d play the most peaceful music as he slaughtered his way through security detail. He’d even make sure you know the job is done with his signature move of removing the head of his target, and gift wrapping it with a bow. The 16 heads of the officers were personally delivered to Nordland officials.

Covering the $@! of Connor will be the first candidate for knighthood of Acca Dacca, Jason Stratus. Jason Stratus was a Private First Class at the beginning of the A-hole war. After remarkable feats, he resides at a 1st Lt. He was chosen for remarkable work in the Military as well as the Red Cross division helping out with the recent earthquake in Northern Indonesia in Acca Daccan territory. However, his military prowess and humanitarian efforts were not enough to stimulate enough arousal behind his name in Ava’s eyes. Ava herself did not care for this ongoing hatred for all Nords. She had better things to attend to then games children play. However, she believed it to be the perfect mission for Jason to prove himself. For the benefit of his nephew, Lucas is allowing him to tag along.

Jason Status was not looking forward to what he had to do. He sat in his foxhole, and prepared to take a dive into the worst urban battle the Pacific has ever seen. He took a photo out of his breast pocket. A picture of his beautiful wife and his ten year old boy, Derek. As his mind melted away, it became a dream. He was there holding his boy and kissing his wife. Everything was perfect, perfectly unreal. The sounds of gunfire ripped his dream away like a mother disciplining her child by taking away their toys.

His dreams were always filled with that of blood and gore from his previous days in the Acca Daccan National Gaurd. When they shut that program off to fund the actual army, Jason didnt return to duty. Instead, he took up a wing at the Red Cross division and became one of the most influential members of the division. He was known as the 'moral killer.' He's a hero in battle, but a man with a heart. He has faced all sides of the battle, helping civilians and killing the enemy.

“Jason you’re up!”

The corporal rang out, who was now up for a promotion considering the Seargant didn’t even make it to the foxhole. He put his photo away and scrambled over to the corporal and ducked down for his short introduction to the bravest thing he has ever done, or the last thing he ever does.

“You are to make a dash to the Motel across the street. Aoles are all over. You have to clear that building…alone.”

Jason nodded while he processed the information. With a tap on his rear, he was off. His bowels didn’t agree with him, and they went before he left the hole. Not off to a great start. The bullets hit the dirt to the point where he felt the wind kick at his feet. He softly shuddered as everything simply went slow motion and silent. He felt the sweat drip down his neck, hoping it wasn’t blood. His pace was faster than ever. So was his heartbeat. He didn’t breathe. It seemed like he didn’t need to. The dirt turned to pavement. It didn’t matter to him. All he wanted was tiles on the floor, surrounding by walls. The door was there, his eyes widened as it got larger in front of him. The trail of bullets lust a dust behind him, leading up to this very moment where he was almost in reach of the door…

Slow motion. His feet trip from underneathe him. His adrenaline has already capped and nothing seems to be happening. Suddenly the door opened in front of him. The day light shined into the darkness of the room, exposing what appeared to be a figure…with a gun. Yet the figure would not be able to comprehend what would happen. Jason falls, sliding upon the dirt on his pants into the house. His first reaction is to take his attackers legs out. The man falls down, letting out 2 shots on his way to the floor, another upon impact. The man recovers and picks up his gun, but Jason has the upper hand, On his knees, he swings his assault rifle up from his hip and lets loose upon the attacker. The blood spilt on the tiles, the tiles Jason was hoping he would be able to see. Now that he saw them, he was hoping to move on. He began to ascend the stairs.

The building was three stories tall. It held several people on each floor. The rooms were small, dark, and terrifying for a soldier on a mission. Jason steadily walked up to each door, and threw his boot at it. He then walked in and scanned the room, whispering to himself ‘all clear.’ Yet, he knew there was a challenge hiding. He knew they were hiding considering the only noise was now coming from outside the building, where fighting continued. His assault rifle at the ready, he accessed the top floor. He slammed the door inwards and put the scope to his eye and entered the room. He checked the bed and kicked open the bathroom…nothing. He reached for his radio to say tell the Corporal that the building was friendly, but as his reached for his belt, he heard shifting behind him, from the turn of his head and the corner of his eye, a man with a bolt action rifle had his sight on him. Jason shifted just enough to dodge out of the way intime for the bullet to pass, as he heard the bolt click back, he readied his assault rifle.

He rolled into the doors opening, and let out a spray of shots. His heartbeat became one with the gun. As the cases rang out onto the floor, his heart would pound, and upon fire it would pound again. His target retreatedout of view of the door frame. Jason got up and gave chase. Little did he know, that the man was simply a few feet away, rifle in hand. A shot rang out, smacking into Jason’s left arm. The Aole took a knife from his belt and sprung towards the wounded Jason. In a panic, Jason threw up his gun. The gun smacked the attacker in the face, causing him to stop his charging. Jason gained his footing and gave a right hook to the attackers face, hitting him in the eye. The knife dropped from his hand, and Jason retrieved a wooden chair. He smashed it into the attackers torso. The attacker fell to the floor. Jason grabbed his bullet wound, and saw blood form under his uniform. Yet, without attention drawn at the attacker, the man was able to recollect himself and make a tackling charge at Jason. Jason fell to the bed, wrestling his attacker off of him, he placed his boots on his chest and pressed off. The attacker flew backwards, hitting his head on the window sill. Jason scrambled to get up. The attacker did as well, but this time, Jason charged. His feet went up, and his body went parallel to the floor. He drop kicked the guy from the third floor. Jason fell, and his legs collapsed on the window sill. The sound of a body hitting the pavement was followed by little trinkets of glass smashing next to the body. Jason went for his belt, gripped his radio and pressed the button.

“All clear.”

The soldiers dreams of war were something he always enjoyed. He was remourseful, and he prayed daily, but he had a talent and he wished to use it. When the chance came to act in his queen’s behalf, he graciously accepted. His attitude was that of giddy school girl. Lucas was not fond of him, so he put him on guard duty for Connor. Jason, himself, was petrified of Adam, who stared him down as if he was going to eat him. Before Adam got the chance to take the useless life of Jason away, he grunted and had the three men in front of him look forward at him. Lucas put his hands in his pocket, and began to speak:

Gentlemen. You brought here today to do one thing, and one thing only, kill some Nords. Now, we wont be fighting in the fatherland, because I’m pretty sure we kicked the crap out of them several times there. Naw, these suckers started going around and hiding like rats. You boys, you’re going to be the exterminators. Hell, we’ve got a lot of exterminating to do. I might not like some of you, but we are about to go on a very, very dangerous mission. So I do hope that your balls are secure because we’re about to go for a bumpy ride.

Lucas had recently left his spot as General of Somalia, but that doesn’t mean he lost his pull around there. He was given access to the inside of Somalia and allowed for the use of military weapons by the team. They have found that this… Paul Moys character was once stationed in Ethiopia, but left after the region of Mad Dog, and ally of Mykep. It was comforting to say that they had access to this country under Lucas, because they had enough problems dealing with Nords. As they prepared for their journey to this man’s house, the realized they were in for a heap of #$%^ if they had to open fire. Nevertheless, they got a good night sleep before they opened up a can of whoop-$@! on this man and these Nordic #$%^&*.

[Acca Dacca]

The sun started to slowly come up from the east which started to gently light the Somalia land. It was cold, but it always was at day break in this barren area. The morning sunlight started to creep into Lucas’ tent along with the sound of the local animals and buzzing of the insects. Lucas arose from his slumber and looked at the battery powered clock, 7:00am. He smiled, knowing what he would do mere hours away. Lucas got dressed quickly and went over to the other three tents and yelled at his associates to wake up and get ready for the fateful day. The other three men awoke. They washed their hands, knowing that they wouldn’t be clean by days end. Lucas whispered to all of them they would be leaving at exactly 7:30am. At exactly 7:30am, Lucas went to his pickup truck with a crappy cup of coffee in his hand; the 3 other men already in the truck. He nodded at them and they nodded back, not uttering a single sound. He put the key in the ignition and he pulled off from the camp site, leaving all the equipment except for their backpacks, their weapons, and what that they had with them.

Before heading on the freeway, Lucas pulled up to a convenient store and all the men got out, including him. They got snacks, drinks, smokes, gum, anything they wanted, all without saying a word. The clerk did nothing to stop them, moreover, he didn’t utter a word at all either. It seemed everything was still this morning. Lucas and his men paid for what they wanted. All the men got back into the pickup truck and Juan put the keys into the ignition and pulled off from the store and headed out… away from the ‘civilization’ of Somalia. The drove off west, they neared the border when they came to a dirt road that traveled a bit out of the way. The dirt road stretched for a period, but Lucas and his men stopped close to the entrance. They all exited, and headed up the dirt road, guns in hand.

Three hours later, Lucas hit the dirt as quick as a fox. His men followed suit almost instantly. They spread out, and moved to the sides of his position. Not uttering a word, Connor and Jason began to arm their sniper rifles. Adam and Lucas began their flanking. The manor ahead of them was small, but outfitted. There were gaurds everywhere. It was like the plague, but it fought back. The four turned on their radios. Adam and Lucas neared their position as the other two looked down their scopes. They gave an agreement count of 24. 4 on the deck, 2 in the house, 1 behind the house, 1 on the roof, 5 in the crops due south, 3 due West, 3 due East, and 2 due North. Lucas was to hit the manor from the West. Adam was to go through the crops and brush. Connor and Jason would shoot west from their position east to cover. When all were in position, They would all take fire, but remain as quiet and steady as possible. They later the alarm sounded, the better.

Adam sat at the edge of the brush behind a picket fence. He was edgy. He wanted to scrap skin off the bones with his knives that danced in his fingers. He wanted to parade around slicing people to the point where he muffled their screams with their own blood. Lucas looked into the window of the manor that belonged to that of Paul Moys. He pictured the head of Paul bleeding out from the neck onto his hands. He would never feel more alive. The thought set him into a trance as he knew he had to make haste. Just like a food decorator places the final dab of icing at the top of the cake, he plucked the hat from its owner's perch and placed it upon is own, tipping it across his forehead. Connor nervously turned off the safety and took aim at the man on the roof. Jason took aim at the closest person and aimed for the hair in his ear. The four listened, and waited, and watched. Lucas armed with his Ar-15 with grenade launcher attachment. He had it set to three bullet bursts and picked his targets. Lucas squeezed the trigger of both his gun and radio at the same time. His weapon wasn’t silent, so hed have to wait last. The radio talk light flashed on and he said to his men, “Go.”

Adam sprawled through the crops swiftly, saw a leg, pounced, and dragged a body to the floor. There, he did his work. He sliced the throat, and stabbed an eye. He moved to his next victim moving low ot the ground with a knife in each hand. He’d take them down quiet till he hard guns going off. The two snipers began taking out their targets. The man on the roof fell quietly to the top. They had seconds before anyone would notice the dead bodies around. The ocunt was still in the twenties. They couldn’t miss, but they couldn’t be slow either. The hearts of all four were beating rapidly. Adam took out another as Lucas kept an eye out for the man dressed as an officer began to make his turn in his pace. If the two snipers were doing their job, he should be the one to sound off th-

The officer screamed, but it muffled by the burst of bullets into the back of his head. Lucas turned his aim to his next target and sprayed twice. He turned to the house, and emptied the launcher. The living room exploded into flames. The group took them by surprise, The two snipers switched to automatic weapons and began spraying. Their aim was more off, but they were mowing them down a lot quicker then before. Adam had switched to throwing and had taken two out in the neck and head area. He retrieved his knives and ducked as gun fire began to spray. He used a victim’s body as cover. The sheer noise of gun fire pelting bodies and wood sounded as the two men from their positions emptied into the house and guards. The guards fell and retreated to the house. From his position behind the house, Lucas took aim from his position and began hitting them in the house. Slaughtered; each and every one of them. The last attempted to make his way to a safe position the two people from afar, only to face certain death by a blood-covered Adam.

Lucas had invited the other three in. There, they cleared the house except for one room, the study. They looked in to see a man lying on the couch. He was breathing, but he appeared passed out. Which easily could have been the case considering there was a bottle of German liquor, empty, on the floor next to him. However, Lucas took precaution, and had Adam stab the man in the foot. The man screamed, and Lucas wished him good morning.

“Are you Paul Moys?”

The man was frightened and in pain. Lucas approached with a stomp in his step. He delivered an uppercut to the man’s face as he looked down at his wound.

“ARE YOU PAUL MOYS!”

The man nodded as he held his face. Lucas shoved him to the side, and walked out of the room. He went for the pick up as he ordered the others to bag him and get him ready for questioning.

[Acca Dacca]

Somalia is an unstable region that hasn’t been standing very well on its own two feet for quite some time. It was a perfect region for these psychopaths to stage a rebellion in their name. It was the same behavior everytime. When Europe went to the crapper, they’d burrow out of the woodwork and take over. Lucas didn’t want any wooden boards moving so he had to secure his trophy. The signal went in and out as the boat smashed against the waves. They were well on their way to Baloch, Kingdom of Cochin. With Paul Moys in custody, things were finally looking up. The mission was going just as planned as they docked at the cochin perimeter.

The Kingdom of Cochin

They met with the proper authorities to establish that they were there to interrogate an international felon for crimes against Heads of State and government officials as well as crimes of inhumanity. They through in all the extra while they were at if for some effect to sway the local cochin police officials to allow for this interrogation room to be a ‘private’ one. They chose Cochin partly because of its location. Far from Africa where this…pathetic peace of flesh could easily find a hole to hide in. Secondly, they chose a military base that had “anything goes” policy with interrogation. The team looked at one another as they saw the man strapped ot a chair in a brightly lit room. They looked behind a one way window. The team then turned to Lucas, who had been peering into the man’s very soul to find someway of restraining himself from taking what’s left of this man’s life. As he turned to his team, then motioned for him to go into the room…to find the answers they needed.

The door slowly opened. It rang out as the metal framing squeaked on its hinges. The bright light escaping into the evening air, Lucas’s shadow stood in the way of the light, until the door closed. Lucas stood there for a moment, letting the man in front of him develop that he, Paul Moys, played a hand in killing Lucas’s brother. He let it develop considering he was strapped to a chair, and Lucas was a strapping young lad.

“You know what you did, and you’re going to help me.”

Paul chuckled.

“You are…way in over your head.”

Lucas put his hands on the table, and stared Paul down.

“You…know what I am capable of. You know what Adam is capable of.”

Paul attempted to hide his gulp, whether in fear or the actual need to swallow, Lucas wasn’t concentrated on that, he was looking for an answer. The answer. Paul opened his mouth, went to sya something, and then huffed. He then proceeded with something of a different nature,

“If I give you what you want, what happens to me?”

“You die, faster.”

‘That’s not what I want.

“Trust me, its what you want.”

“I did nothing.”

Lucas tossed the table in front of him and threw it to the side. He charged at the man seated, and threw him to the wall, and slammed a right hook into his face, knocking him to the floor. He looked down at him and clenched his fists. Paul began breathing heavily, and inbetween two of his short breaths, he let out one sentence, “The truth is not something everyone can handle.”

“YOU ORGANIZED IT. GIVE ME NAMES OR I’LL RIP YOU THE $%&@ APART.”

Paul didn’t speak. Lucas, paced into a circle, and charged back at Paul. He delivered kicks down at Paul, hitting him again. And again. And again. It was becoming apparent to everyone that Paul was barely going to make it through the night ast this rate, and right before Lucas began pulling weapons, they dragged him out of there. The night was quiet as noone addressed Lucas on his attitude in there. His obsession was apparent, but his emotions could turn lethal on anyone who rubbed him the wrong way. As everyone called it a night, it simply seemed like the world wasn’t cut out for the truth. Lucas had reached another dead end, and it angered him that he had come this far, with nothing but a bruised toe.

The night was uneasy, but it always was for him. His dreams filled with wanting of blood, the length he’d go to achieve his desire to murder every…single…one of them. He layed there, awake, catching nothing but a wink of sleep. He couldn’t be more exhausted than what he already was. He was so tired of this cat and mouse, all he wanted was to finish it so he can lay his mind to rest. As dawn broke over the mountains, he prepared his last visit to Paulie.

Lucas flung the door open to the interrogation room and stared at Paulie as he slammed it closed. The first thing he noticed was that Paulie looked horrible. The second thing was that the blood that was spilt was still all over the room. Lucas quickly pulled up a chair and sat across the table from him. He looked at Paulie’s bruised face and laughed to himself abit.

“Paulie, I’m done with you. Give me something, or I’m bringing Adam in. You do not want that, because as mad as I am, he’s even more furious.”

Until recently, Adam Glukinosk had no knowledge of the people who had put him behind bars for betraying an organization that destroyed his family. Paul Moys was actually the leader of the Afrikan front, and had Adam locked away when he killed his higher officers. What happened to Adam was that as the Afrikan front was losing and Mad Dog and his Mother straightened things out, they left Adam to starve and die in his cell. Fortunately, Mad Dog found the guy, and gave him enough cash to go across the continent to West Africa where he shared his Intel. Paulie was the one to give the order to send him there; he was also the one who ordered to keep him there.

Paulie smirked his last smirk of the day when he looked up to Lucas and said, “Fine.” Moys began to talk. It gave Lucas a mixture of emotions. He was ready to destroy a human body today, but now he had to sit there patiently, listening to the story of how they killed his brother. Happy? No. Sad? No. Satisfied? Maybe.

“Joe, as you know, instilled fear into Mykep by telling him that his family was going to die. We used a drawn up file showing pictures of Megan Fox and Ava Jones having pictures taken close up. It was easy to convince him when we stated that there were men on his street, at his house, and were able to list off his properties. The file contained everything from his high school application, to his schedule, to a list of government officials. When we showed him this, we told him his entire life was a lie, pointing out small tidbits of information that we filled with lies, hate, and manufactured a well displayed lie. A lie that actually had a flow, and ended with him receiving the name of the person who did this to him. If he quit his position, and handed it off to a man in our organization, we’d give him the information he needed to kill that person. Then, we produced a video of a Sarah look-alike informing him that it was her. Wasn’t hard once he was set on it. In summary, we propagandized your brother to his death. We drove him to the brink of insanity, telling him stories of how people lied to protect him, giving him tasks to complete to keep his family alive, and then nailed it on the head with a final blow. That blow being that the most peaceful person in the world manufactured him gathering up a force to take out the Nords so that she could become Queen.”

“@#$%^&*”

To understand how Lucas feels, take the hatred that you have had for one person, in this case would be equivalent to destroying their life and ending their misery, and then apply it to someone you already hate, who you would do the exact same to. His brother was dead the second these men entered his life. They fed him lies, and took his sanity. They destroyed his reputation and everything he had built.

“All true, Lucas. I told you, you wouldn’t understand it. The person you so dearly want to kill the most was used as a scapegoat for the Nords, and now you don’t know what to do to the person who killed your brother in cold blood. And to think all of it went to nothing as the Mechodamians took over shortly after. The files still exist, for proof if you really need them, Where they are, that is another truth that you cannot, and will not be able to handle, but as you have shown me before, that does not matter to you.”

With tears in his eyes, he looked up at the person who threw a curveball at him, and asked him, “Tell me where the files are.” The mass murdering, guilty swine in front of him leaned back pleased with himself. He crossed his arms, and said with confidence:

“Your niece’s Chancellor has them; Thomas Duran.”

[Acca Dacca]

“Gecko one, your assault does not meet with our legality here in Acca Dacca, we are going to ask you to stand down, over.”

Lucas clenched the magazine with hatred at the sounds coming from over the communication radio from his ship. He slammed the magazine into its proper place, and turned the radio off. He shoved the door open and looked out over the balcony at the stars. He gripped it tight, knowing all those lives lost were still out there, still wishing to be avenged. Here he was, on a full course to the beaches of Acca Dacca, prepared to infiltrate an international criminal that had betrayed the trust of his niece, and the country of Acca Dacca. He slung the machine gun over his shoulder and walked down the stairs to see to it that the rafts were ready to be dropped when they were in range. Jason was cleaning his barrel. He saw the smug look on Lucas’s face and knew they were going in without support.

“Guessing we’re up against a whole lot more than Duran’s personal assistants, huh?”

No answer.

”They call you Gecko One, that a trade mark or somethin?”

“A story that isn’t worth hearing about, kid.”

“I’m five years younger than you…”

“But you have a lot to learn.”

Jason continued cleaning his barrel, pissed at the remark but knew by now there was no reason to even attempt to reason with Lucas. Lucas sat on a crate, took a cigar, and lit it. He looked at Jason, smirked, and began to speak.

Gecko One was the nickname of my father. He knew that there would be no other person to take such a lousy animal for a trademark. Yet, it stood out. It did the exact opposite of what he intended. When Scottish families infiltrated the Eastern coast of Greenland, he was the first person off the boat, guns ready for his family, friends, and his new found country. When… he died, no one dared try to take the name, except for me and Mykep, my brother.

When Forever Battlefield troops went to Europe to defend Slavorussia, I and my brother went along. We were held up in a town with Noirds hitting our flanks. We were protecting an artillery peace that was hitting the main roads, stopping their forward advance. We rushed house to house smacking any Nord with lead that we could. When the artillery shells took out all their ammo, we escorted them back to friendly lines. We passed through the woods, the bark from the trees splintering as enemy fire opened up on us from behind. My brother, disguised as a soldier was Emperor. How in gods honest truth was he going to explain this to the country? We hit the ground as the fire got too hot. The artillery unit members were cut to peaces. We turned to face our captures with guns loaded. We emptied our clips, grabbed their guns, and emptied their clips as well. It didn’t take long before night hit and we were able to run back to base. However, base was overrun, and we were stuck behind enemy lines. The only radio being in the former HQ, now surrounded my Nords. My brother covered me as I ran through a basement window on the Eastern side of the town. He quickly followed suit. We cleared the house with knives and collected some ammo.

The town had a patrol, a sniper, and a jeep. Machine gun nests ran the outskirts of town and outposts covered all 4 corners. We took out an outpost, and looked to the center. The patrol stopped and looked for the outpost officer. They were calling for from outside, and we knew we had only seconds before they got to us. I grabbed two sub machine guns in each hand, and looked at that door. There were 4 men on the other side. Mykep was right next to me with a machine gun and 3 pistols in his pocket. We each had a rifle on our backs. He looked at me with a smile, and in the face of death, it caught me by surprise. He uttered one word…if you would call it that. “Hickaboo?” I looked at him, and through my fear I put a smile on my face, “Hooshaa.”

I ran full force at the door, and rose the guns to my hands. I kicked it open and crouched down as I fired four bullets, one for each member. Mykep leaped over me, and began aiming at anything hat moved as he fully sprinted to the HQ. I did the same in each direction. It wasn’t long before the jeep came out and everyone was on us. I saw Mykep burst through a window and light up the place, hitting anyone that looked remotely alive. I hit the door with my shoulder and barged in, took cover, and hit any target outside. He emptied two clips into everyone in the room, and began to tap the radio to our frequency. Bullets whizzed by as I returned fire. A grenade slipped in and tore half the room apart. Luckily, not the half we were on. Mykep got frustrated and took point, and began taking out targets as well. He looked at me and yelled for me to grab the radio. No answer. I tapped the frequency again, no answer. I waited though, I took my guns and emptied bullets outside at people scrambling to get in here. Bullets were everywhere. A rocket launcher pointed his weapon at my face, and I hit the floor as it slammed inot the wall behind me. I looked at the radio, shell shocked, and got an answer.

“TWO MEN UNDERFIRE AT SLAVORUSSIA HQ 1.3B WE NEED BACKUP.”

“This is TACCOM, that is in hostile territory, please make way to rally point at…”

“NEGATIVE. THIS IS…”

Nords could pick up this signal. If he said that it was their Emperor, we’d be sitting ducks….”

“…GECKO ONE. WE ARE NOT SECURE. WORK ON THIS.”

I hung up, hoping they knew what it meant. They should…it was TACCOM, My father’s personal military communication outlet that has followed the family around for quite some time. I got behind a desk, and fired my gun. My brother was in front of me, hitting targets left and right. I don’t know how much time passed, but it felt like an eternity. Blind shooting over turned over tables, desks, jeeps, explosions, the works…all in the meer 15 minutes it took for 2 choppers to secure the area. Either way, we got out of there.

When we got back, I was questioned what I meant by Gecko One, as Gecko One was my father, and he passed away. They connected two and two together and believed I referred to my brother. I looked at him, smiled, and said, “Nah. I was the important one in that situation. He was just the covering fire.”

He flicked the cigar away. The ashes lighting up and floating out into the sea. Jason nodded, looking as if he understood. He didn’t. Mykep was his brother, his partner, his family, his squad mate, his ruler, his boss, his employer, his work body, his friend, his everything. They did everything…together, and he was simply lost without him. The captain signaled to Lucas that they were in range. “FIFTEEN MINUTES BOYS. LOCK AND LOAD.”

Solomon Islands, Acca Dacca

The water splashed on the raft as the motor took it over the dark waves of the night sea. Their gear was heavy and the water wasn’t much considering they were fully prepped for this. Their target was in a house on a cliff. The cliff opened up at a point where a dock was situated. They would assault the dock, round the cliff, ascend the hill, hit the mansion, take the captive, find the intel, and be home for some biscuits and gravy. The raft’s motor edged to a halt as they neared the lights of the dock. They were all dark clothed, and the motor only hummed a bit as it neared them underneath the wooden planks. A patrol of two was in the dock’s main cabin. They neared the shore, and silently climbed to the dock. The rounded the cabin, and opened the door open slightly. He looked to Jason to tranquilize, and he aimed perfectly into their necks. Out.

The climb up the hill was horrible. It was steep, slippery, and annoying. They split into two groups, Adam and Lucas, Jason and Connor. The latter group was armed with their sniper rifles and heavy machine guns; Adam had his knives and Lucas had a light SMG, two pistols and a sawed off shotgun. The trees made for easy cover, but the house was lit up, and well armed with security personnel. Lucas and Adam agreed on silence till interrupted. Adam made his way to the side of a sliding door, and awaited a target, knife in hand. Lucas crouched as he went up the stairs. He had a silenced pistol and looked for the front door. The porch was big, and had two men with machine guns. He got down to the floor aimed around a corner, and hit the man in the forehead as he sat at the porch table. He looked at the other, who did not notice the end of his comrade. He stood up, and got behind him where he slit his throat.

The sliding doors opened, and Adam went straight for a shank through the ear. He pulled it out, looked into the house, and saw another target afar. He didn’t want the alarm going off, so he quickly grabbed the blade of the knife and chucked, it, catching the guard under his left armpit, hitting main vessels. He jogged to retrieve his knife.

Lucas opened the front door, grabbed his walky talky, and said, “Weapons free.” Sniper rifle fire penetrated the upstairs people through windows. Lucas had his finger on the machine gun trigger and began double tapping anyone who moved. Adam cut his way through two people, and sliced another man’s heel off before dicing up the back of his head. Connor and Jason moved in, and mounted C4 on the jeep outside. They rounded it and entered the garage, looking for a vehicle to use as a getaway. They were now using their SMGs, and shot off the lock to the garage. They didn’t have much time. Adam checked each room with Lucas upstairs. They finally made it the library…the documents gone. Adam whistled for Lucas who entered a small bedroom, a man on the floor was coughing up blood as he held his side. Adam said, “Where is your boss.”

The man on the floor wasn’t looking to live at this point, but he could just create some drama on his way out. “Helicopter pad to the North.” Lucas tapped Adam, who stabbed the man through the chest, then they both left the room. They heard the rev of an engine downstairs, and made their way to the garage. They needed the files to prove their innocence. They packed into an SUV and took off, going North.

The helicopter was already powering up. The SUV was torn apart as it entered the sight of men bearing machine guns. They knew they’d come. The four ducked down, as the SUV crashed into a tree. They exited and ran for the cover of trees. They returned fire, as Adam flanked them. Lucas was reloading as he saw Duran. He pointed his weapon at him, but knew he had to take him alive, but the covering fire got the best of Lucas as he retreated behind the tree. Lucas looked at Jason and Connor, and they knew they had to move. They ran forward, screaming, guns blazing, shooting anything that moved. Adam made it just in time as he took the head off of the person giving suppressing fire to the group. No time. The helicopter left the pad.

“CONNOR. 50 CAL THAT HELICOPTER”

Connor loaded his rifle, and aimed for the axis. Then, Adam made a daring move. A leap of fate. As the helicopter left the ground, it moved forward. It left the cliff, as did Adam. He took a hold on its landing rail. Connor kept firing. Adam held on, attempting to climb up. Duran looked down at him. Their eyes met. Duran took out his Desert Eagle, pointed it at Adam, and pulled the trigger. The body went limp as it left the plane. It left everyone’s view before it hit the rough waters. He was dead before he even let go. The helicopter was out of range. The three of them looked at the helicopter pass over the water. Lucas looked at Connor, “He can’t get too far in that. He has a boat out there, but lets see if we can get out of here before the cops get us. They hiked it back to the docks through the cover of trees.

Adams death didn’t hit them till they were back on the boat, looking for the one guy who always seemed to be doing something interesting. It was quiet the entire boat ride. They were now chasing a boat on its course to New Caledonia. Ahole territory. Not exactly what Lucas was hoping for. Now, with Acca Daccan police and national guard looking for them, they had to take out a government official. They again landed at shore, but this time a public beach in the midst of sunrise. They made their way to a rally point where they were to receive a car from a man on the inside. They made their way to the shipping yard, guns ready, to see continue tracking their target.

They had a job to do, and they were running out of time. The world around them was getting smaller. If their operation was discovered without the proof they needed, they would be international fugitives. The night flew by. Their hearts racing, knowing this could end everything. Lucas looked ot the men as they got onto the raft for their second attempt at taking out Duran.

“Guys, we have no idea what this man is capable of. He could destroy us, but with his political career and everything he has on the line, he will do everything he can to stop us. We already know there is a terrorist present here. Its time we take them out. Now, we’re outnumbered in enemy territory with a man we need to take alive. We’ll have helicopter transport out of there, but we need those files. I plan to make it out of here alive. This is an urban conflict. Watch out for civilians, and watch the rooftops. Let’s move.”

New Caledonia, Acca Dacca

The raft hit shore, and they quickly went for the vehicle. The man, made a run for it, knowing he was dealing with criminals. They got into the car, that had nice “toys” in the back seat. They armed themselves, and drove off towards the dock. The drive was short, and quiet. The men felt the tension growing, knowing that what they were up against was life threatening. They parked a distance away where they peered through binoculars, watching Duran meet with several other people that were heavily armed. “Aholes” is all that Connor said as he looked at them. He then looked off towards the right at a boat that had a very large shipment. The cargo consisted of one box, and one box only. This cargo ship’s box, had but one emblem on it. Nuclear.

“We have a biiiig problem here, Lucas.”

Terrorists with a nuke in a country that this !@#$%^& actually governed over.

“We move, now.”

Jason drove the car pulled out and began driving down the ramp towards the meeting. Connor and Lucas aimed their guns, and when they got into position, Jason slammed on the breaks, and turned the car side ways. He aimed his pistol out the window, and began to fire. They all did. The windows shattered. The men fell like flies. Others ran for the cargo boat. Guards returned fire. All hell broke loose on the dock.

“GO GO GO.”

Lucas sprawled out of the car, his triple blast machine gun, lighting up any target he got a good aim on. He ran for cover behind boxes. The other two behind followed. They needed to get on that boat. It started to move off. Lucas aimed his gun and knocked out the last two members patrolling. The three began to sprint to the boat, the bridge began to snap as the boat’s meta ran against it. Lucas turned onto the ramp and looked to the banister to grab a hold of. Connor, following behind, grabbed the banister next to Lucas. Jason fell too far back, and couldn’t reach the banister on time. From the ramp, he provided covering fire as the other two climbed the railing.

Connor and Lucas ducked underneathe the deck through a door. The descended down to the bottom floor. There, they checked their ammo. Suicide mission. They had 4 hours to be at a destination on an island they were leaving. With no copter, no way out, and a nuclear bomb, they were in for a bumpy ride. They decided to split up, and take out anyone. Lucas made his way to the captain’s quarters. The steel door open, with three men inside. Slow motion. He burst in, took out the man at the desk. He saw Duran, and delivered a shot to his left leg. The captain himself, received a bullet to the face. He looked at Duran, one on one. His heartbeat the only sound Lucas could hear. The file was on the desk. He flipped it open while pointing his gun at Duran. It was THE file.

“Got ya.”

“Yes we did.” Uttered a voice behind him. The last thing that went through Lucas’s mind was the pain the the butt of a gun hitting the back of your neck felt. He fell down, eyes rolling the back of his head. Game Over.

South of New Caledonia, International Waters.

The rain was what woke him up. The loss of conscienceness was actually his first rest he had gotten. Now, his clothes soaked, kneeling in the rain, looking up at Duran, he realized he was better off exhausted. He looked to his left, seeing Connor. There were guards behind them, guards in front of them, and Duran with his .44 Magnum out. It seemed almost magical the way it sparkled in the night. Duran looked at them, and threw a briefcase at their feet.

“Everything you ever needed to bring half of our organization to justice. Everything.”

The thunder interrupted him for a brief moment. The lightening caught him just at the right angle to spark a sense of fear into Lucas. Yet, Lucas was interested in another sound. It was faint, but he knew it when he heard it.

“It is time we end this, between you and I. It’s time we end this, and begin something anew.”

He looked back at the middle of the ship, that would be used as a make shift silo.

“Here, we thought we wouldn’t have a scapegoat, but no. We will have your dog tags be the only evidence of life on this ship when it launches. Two deranged ex-soldiers, who decided civilian life was a price worthy of paying for a few terrorist leaders. Then I, and my men shall become the head of the organization, and to take out this world, nation by nation!”

Lucas bowed his head, his smirk hidden by his wet hair. He began to laugh. He laughed at the briefcase sitting in front of him. Even Connor was somewhat interested in what Lucas was laughing at.

“WHAT!?”

Lucas looked up, and looked at his enemy. The man who killed his brother, and was about to hurt his beloved country.

“You forgot one thing.”

The soldiers held thier guns close to his face, incase he did do anything.

“AND WHAT IS THAT!?”

Even Duran had his gun pointed at him. Everyone had their eyes and ears on Lucas, who seemed to be quite amused by this point. The line of guards had their guns raised at Lucas, as did the ones behind him. Everyone was so fixed on Lucas, they didn’t see it coming. And in the softest tone, Lucas let out only a few words as he looked into Duran’s eyes.

“I’m Lucas Perry motha-“

The gattling gun from the helicopter ripped the line of guards behind Duran to pieces. They were so torn, they would need a mop to clean up the bodies. Duran and the soldiers behind Connor and Lucas looked up. Lucas head butted a soldier and tackled Duran. Just as the pointed a gun at Connor, a bullet hole appeared in the chest of the guard. Jason repelled down from the helicopter and shot the guards from behind. He cut Connor lose and walked over to Duran and put the gun in his face. Connor freed Lucas and the three of them looked at Duran.

“You think you all have won, but you have 15 minutes before that nuke takes out half of New Caledonia.”

Jason, grabbed his gun, twisted it, and butted Duran in the face. They dragged his sorry $@! to the chopper as it began to land. They hand cuffed him to the landing gear. Connor, picked up the briefcase and threw it to Lucas and they both bordered the plane. Jason threw his gun on there. He looked at his two comrades and said,

“Go.”

Lucas put his hand out towards Jason. “You cant fix this. We need to head out now.”

Jason shook his head, and ran off. Lucas and Cnnor screamed for him. The pilot motioned to them. “We aint got all day here, I’m off!” The two had little time to react. They chopper took off too quick. They couldn’t get off in time. They sat their mostly through the thunder, but the screams from Duran were also heard. It was dark, and the sight of the ship was gone within moments.

Back at the ship, Jason C4’d the control panel. He ran to the steering, and had it turn at angles the ship would not be able to handle. He looked to tip the boat, but he only had moments or he wouldn’t succeed. He ran down, and began attacking the silo for the nuclear missile. The angle began to take its toll, as the ship tipped for moments, but didn’t at others. The missile began to smoke. He looked at the big chunk of metal, looked up, at the ceiling that began to open, and the missile lifted. He looked up at the sky and had the rain hit his face. He looked, and he screamed. He screamed bloody murder as he continued to chop away at the missile. He looked at the remote controls attached to the missile, and he felt the heat sting at his fingers. He set the timer for 30 seconds, looked at the sky, and gave it the finger.

[Acca Dacca]

Guffawing heartily, Ava Jones grinned at the men around her table. She was sitting in the dining room of the Imperial Palace in Bangkok, Acca Dacca. She appeared fairly disappointed by the fact htat she was the only one in attendance without wine. The room was elegant; built almost three hundred years ago out of a mountain, made entirely of hand-crafted bricks and covered in golden shrines, everything reflected and bent, shapes distorted in the almost clear, glassy material. The room itself had tapestries hanging on the walls, reds, blues, blacks, whites, all colors portraying battles and wars, feasts and families. The floor was covered in smooth carpeting that was also handcrafted, and if one were to stare down, it would seem the stiching went on forever. And it probably did.

The table, a luxurious, stylish wood, was covered in a gray tablecloth. On said cloth rested six baked turkeys, almost twenty pounds of mashed potatoes, several dozen bottles of wine, dressing, salad, fried tuna and bass, along with bear and elk. A feast fit for a Queen. As the Queen, Ava wasn’t impressed with the amount of food, for by ends day it would mostly be discarded. A waste. She herself sat at the head of the table, with advisors scurrying around with dirty plates and tableware, empty glasses, and more food. Ahead of her were the thirteen members of the Melanesian Brotherhood, the members of parliament.

As they ate, she was listening to every word spoken; pretending to be absolutely content and overly innocent. But really, she was barely making it through each word that was spoken. Small, harmless comments had driven her to have selective hearing, as the Parliament was going nowhere in its commentary. No one seemed intent on speaking to her, even if she was their leader. And she was fine with that. As long as they didn’t notice her, then they would speak more freely. That was what all the alcohol was for; to loosen their tongues. She stared intently at her plate, trying to seem as if she were listening but indulged in her food.

The advisor, Nebu, was staring out to sea, squinting for a glimpse of something, anything. But as usual, there was nothing. Always nothing, but the wide open, deep, gray sea. In all directions. Nebu turned around, staring over the shoulder of her highness, Ava. And that’s when the idea had struck both of them, the idea to adjust that of Parliament. Nebu wasn’t very fond of the workings of Parliament in his short time here, and he’d rather have seen a head on the shoulder’s of these men. All were capable, but in a room of fifteen, none of them stood out besides that of Ava, who would be able to monitor the discussions of the events of their Queendom with a simple answer and an explanation. She was, after all, their Queen. Together, they were a body that legislated all of the land, but individually they were still citizens presiding under their Queen. Nevertheless, when the table emptied, Ava talked with her new advisor over her ordeal.

“There is no trouble out there, and we have an outstanding record militarily, economically, and culturally. You could go looking for a candidate.”

Ava questioned it for a moment,

“But what if I’m needed? We have a lot going on.”

“Nonsense, you have generals handling the war, Chancellor can handle everything and I can certainly help. We’ll be fine. Go. Enjoy yourself. Take it as a vacation, and go meet some new people.”

Ava smiled, as she knew having Nebu around was worthwhile. Michelle Donop, the previous advisor, still maintained her position, but worked heavily with the external affairs of Acca Dacca.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Lucas threw Duran to the floor, and threw the files on the table. Lucas was covered in sweat, blood, and rain.

“I already made a copy, that’s the legit one. It’s all yours. He just attempted nuclear warfare on your country. Jason died defending it, and took the blast alone. I’ll be back in a day to pick him up.” Connor, from behind Lucas delivered a solid kick to Duran’s face. The two soldiers looked at the Queen, as she was struck with awe. They left, as she ordered guards to restrain Duran. They picked him up, and she walked up to him. With tears in her eyes, she smacked him across the face.

The two left. Lucas and Connor each pulled out a cigar, and lit it. They stood outside of the building in Australia, Acca Dacca. It wasn’t over. They had clean up duty now. They had to use their files to track down the rest of these scum. They had to handle Paulie’s and Duran’s executions. They had to bury their dead, Adam and Jason. They had to see to it that Jason be knighted in a coffin for his services to Acca Dacca. They began to walk out down the street. In a world where there are villains and executors, the free thinkers must choose to stand by and watch or fight. Yet, when does the thinking stop and the executing begin? This. This is when the executing begins.

Edited December 31, 2009 by Acca Dacca