2123
Sub-level 52
The Pentagon
Colonel
Modern was assigned to the pentagon after his major operation at the
White-house. His injury has not stopped him yet, the explosion that caused the
loss of his left eye will always be in his memory. The scar that shows where
the impact affected his face was from the top of his forehead down to his cheek
bone, cutting down the center of the socket. He sits down in sub-level fifty
two, of the pentagon, where experiments are being done on Vietnamese soldiers
killed in battle.
“So Sam, I
hear you have one coming in soon, how long?” the Colonel asked Sam, his
assistant. Sam and the colonel have been partners in tests since day one. Jack
takes a napkin from his back pocket.
“About 3
months. Yeah, both Molly and I are really anxious, it seems so close but the days
are getting really dang slow.” Sam says taking a sip of his coffee. He got up
from the table and went into C-lab, to test the new weaponry.
Jack wipes
his left eye socket with the napkin, with that puss, and throws it in the
trash. He observes new weaponry testing in C-lab. The weapon in testing is a
stun gun that introduces the body with a virus that can kill someone in months.
Test have proven efficient by 95%, Colonel Modern reads the file given to him
at day one. He was given a live subject for testing this weapon.
“Alright Sam,
commence primary charge test two,” the colonel told his assistant who is inside
the laboratory and jack is in the observation quarter. Sam will be shooting a
twenty four year old girl, with a charge that will not introduce the virus, but
just stun her for about two minutes. The Colonel watches as his assistant aims
the five inch pistol at the girl. She just stands there having fear in her
eyes; she begins to back up as Sam fires.
She gets
shocked, and begins to have a spasm when she fell to the floor. The colonel
writes down in the file of the success of the test. “Colonel!” Sam yelled from
inside the lab. Colonel Modern looked up to see Sam right next to the girl. “I
shot her with the secondary charge, the Choker has been introduced. She has 36
hours until it can be transmitted to other people.” The colonel had anger in
his eye. He walks up to the lab window.
“Put her in
quarantine. Keep her locked up.” The colonel yelled through the glass, “No-one
comes near her!” He turns back around walking towards the elevator, crossing off
what he just wrote. “Report back to me when she can be tested on again” he
yells as he enters the elevator. The ride up to floor one was a total of seven
minutes, when he reached the top floor he met up with his commanding officer.
“How are you
doing Jack?” the commanding officer asked, walking very slowly “How is Lizzy
and the kids?”. The two walk to the coffee station in the entry way, they sit
down, talking over the tests. Jack holds up his file showing the commanding
officer he has it.
“Lizzy and
the kids are fine, Michael is now fifteen, Rachel is eleven and Jason just
turned six.” The colonel said as he opened the file. He turned through some of
the pages laying them out on the small table they were sitting at. “Tests have
improved over thirty percent in the last week. Several test of the X3 Fuze have
proven very effective.” The commanding officer looks over the pages and notices
the crossed out test result. he looked up and coughed.
“Jack, why is
your most recent report crossed out?” the commanding officer said in a deep and
stubborn voice. Jack thought up a good explanation instead of telling him the
truth. Although he’d figure it out sooner or later, so there was no harm in
telling the truth.
“Sam
accidentally shot our live subject with the secondary charge,” Jack said with
truth, “so I crossed my first report out, so i could rewrite it.”
“What,” the
commanding officer yelled standing up in the process, “you were not supposed to
shoot her with the secondary charge.”
Jack was
confused, beyond comprehension. He tried to understand why, but he couldn't, he
took a deep breath and looked at his watch. Two forty two am. “I don’t
understand, I thought we did one week’s test on the primary charge, and another
week on the secondary charge.” The colonel tried to solve the confusion. “And
why are you making such a big fit, we have thirty six hours until it can be
transmitted
“We don’t have thirty six hours, we have thirty six
minutes!” the commanding officer raised his voice in frustration. The colonel
heard his timer going off, telling him his half hour break was over.
“Oh no,”
the colonel said out loud, getting up from his seat and walking to the elevator. His
commanding officer ran after him, his red tie flung behind his neck as he
caught up to the colonel. “ I left the lab ten minutes before my break, so that
means if your information is valid, that our subject now can transmit the choker.” He
reaches the elevator door and hits the down key and waits for the lift.
“But what are
we going to do,” the commanding officer asks as he fixes his tie and catches his
breath. “It’s not like we can jog right in there and get it out of her, we have
to bring in an antidote. Guess what that takes Jack, time it takes time to get
an antidote into the pentagon.” He finished his sentence as the elevator
reached the level. Both he and Jack are about to walk in when all of a sudden a
woman in grey worn down clothes runs into them.
It was the
Vietnamese test subject, she had broken containment. In the commotion, she
pushes the commanding officer and bumps into Jack. Jack grabs hold of her left arm;
she turns and then stabbed his arm with a scalpel. He still holds on, inducing the pain as
she stabs him again, this time he can’t hold on. He lets go with blood spilling
out of the two punctures the girl introduced to his arm. He lays down yelling, loud
enough for an echo to rise
“Stop her,”
the commanding officer yells as he gets up. “Stop that woman. Come on Jack, lets
go.” He grabs hold of Jack's arm and pulls him up, Jack starts screaming trying
to hold it in. The blood started dripping down onto the tile floor as the
colonel grabbed the commanding officers tie. “What are you doing?”
“Sorry Tom,” Jack says, yanking the tie
off of Toms neck “I need to borrow your tie.” Jack wrapped the tie around his
arm to stop the blood flow. The girl was already around the corner heading
straight for the exit. Two security officers stood in her way, but she stabbed
one in the thigh and dis-armed the other one. She looked at the colonel and
commanding officer as they came around the corner. Tears were in her eyes, and
they say her eyes were bleeding,
“Ma’am please stop, we can work this out,” Jack speaks as he
puts his hands up, showing he means no harm. Blood was falling down his arm
staining his shirt. “We can get you back to regular conditions. we can get the
antidote for the thing that’s making you feel bad. We can get it here in two
days, but just if you come with us we can work this out. Please there is no need
to get the whole world sick.” He moves a little closer as he talks, “Do you
understand what I’m trying to do?”
“You are the
one that did this to me. Your world will burn, and there is nothing…nothing you
can do to stop me.” she exclaimed, backing up towards the exit, “The loss of the
American people will be on your hands. Their blood will be yours to quench when
to heavy. The loss of your friend, Sam was his name, yea, Sam, will be on you.”
She was yelling to the top of her lungs. People from around were gathering
behind the colonel and Tom. The Vietnamese girl ran off. Jack and Tom just stood there.
“We have to
find Sam,” Jack said heading to the elevator. He was stopped by Tom's arm. Jack
stopped and backed up a few steps.
“We have to
get that woman back here, now,” Tom emphasized, “She has a virus that can
kill millions when its spread!” he looked into Jacks eyes. Jack was huffing and
resisting against Tom's strength. Jack really cares for Sam.
“We get Sam,
and then we get the girl.” Jack said, jerking his arm away from Toms. Jack
grabs a cloth from a custodial station and applied pressure on his arm as he and Tom enters the elevator. Jack and Tom have had a history together. Tom is Lieutenant Braws brother, and the attack on The White House changed his
perspective in leadership. When they finally reach sub-level fifty two, they
find Sam lying on the glass in C-lab with a blood puddle surrounding his body.
“Sam!” Jack
yells as both he and Tom run to get into the lab. Tom tried his code but the
panel has been hot-wired, there was no way into the lab. “Alright stand back,”
Jack tells Tom as he pulls out his desert eagle. He fires one shot into the
corner of the glass, then one shot in the center. Tom comes right behind him
shooting his M1911; they shoot a total of twenty rounds before the glass
breaks.
Jack runs up
to Sam and sees the girl stabbed him in the lung and in the stomach, three
stabs in all. He grabs the towel from his arm. Sam is breathing very slow and
hard. Jack pulls out a needle full of narcotics. He jabs it into the left side
of Sam’s neck. Sam feels relief almost immediately. Sam begins not to breathe.
Tom feels his pulse for a few minutes.
“Jack!” Tom
yelled trying to get jacks attention. Jack looks at Tom and Tom shakes his head
“I’m sorry, I know how much he meant to you.” Jack starts to cry as he sees Sam
is turning grey and not moving. He looks away and swipes his hands down Sam’s
face to close Sam’s eyes. Jack starts to sober in the loss of his close friend, thinking about the time they had together at boot camp. First week Sam gets Jack in trouble by stealing one of the pistols from the armory and hiding it in
Jack’s pack. Jack starts to laugh from that memory, as he looks at Sam.
“We need a
med team down in sub level fifty two, Doctor down, I repeat doctor down.” Tom
whispers into his radio calling for help. Tom helps Jack move Sam closer to the
entrance. They both sit down as the paramedic's come down the emergency
elevator. Jack looks at Sam being put into the bag and back on the stretcher.
He still can’t believe his friend is gone.
2135
Jake's residents
Nebraska
Jake was
running for his life. What he found in the bunker was plans to transport drugs
across the divide. He was caught snooping near the bunker and is now being
chased by unleashed K9 units. His heart was beating faster than he could run.
His sweat was drooping down into his eyes. He dodged one K9 by going down a
sewage pipe, and came up by his street which was named Sulfur. He took the
sidewalk to his house walking, to not draw attention. The one thing he doesn't
realize is the police don’t have their sirens on.
Jake slowly
closes the door to the house, not to wake his parents since it was four
fifteen. He slipped his shoes off and grabbed a V-Shock soda from the fridge.
He opened it really quickly he put it in his mouth to try and muffle the noise.
The shock he gets when it touches his tongue is much eye widening.
“Couldn't
sleep?” he heard his mother from the stairs. She was in her pink night gown
blinking her eyes trying to stay awake. Jake turned around slow, and he nodded
in lies. “I understand this new lifestyle, is different then the past was.”
“Was what,”
Jake raised his voice with attitude, “a piece of bull crap?” Jake frowned in
anger; he put the V-Shock soda back in the fridge. He looked out the window and
notice red and blue strobe lights leaking through the window. He started to cry
and he turned around facing his mom. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry mom”
“You've got
to be kidding me Jake,” she yelled as Jake's dad came down. “Why did you go to
the divide, again?” Jake's mom yelled as the SWAT broke through the door. They
put their hands up, not wanting to be harmed.
Jake was
really worried for his parents. So he did what he felt would get him and his
family there freedom. “Wait,” Jake yelled just as all the officers were in the
kitchen, “Wait I have proof of treason, look.” The cops stopped for a minute
just to hear what Jake had for them.
“FlatPlate
play video recording T3F4,” he commanded the FlatPlate, the FlatPlate then
turned into a rectangle block that projects an image on any surface. Jake aims
the FlatPlate towards the brown wall by the porch…..
“My name is
Jake Anderson I’m a sixteen year old boy who just discovered a possible drug
transport plan that goes across the divide.” Jake's family watches, and so do
the cops. Jake's mom is crying because she can’t trust Jake anymore. “If you take
a look at what I’m seeing, oh FlatPlate flashlight,” Jake tells the FlatPlate,
then the vision is easier in the recording. A few of the cops take a seat on
the couch
“You see
these bins that are holding these small rectangular boxes. I’m pretty sure they’re
caring crystal. And this map,” Jake holds up a map to the camera. “You see the
line that represents the divide. There is a red line that crosses it, and of
what I've been looking at it seems like a transporting convoy plan.” Jake
looked back to a door in the room. “Behind this door,” Jake puts the camera
down, and pushes the door open. He goes to pick the camera again, “behind this
door is the tunnel that I’m sure is the access point for the transportation.”
Jake gets up from the couch and grabs his FlatPlate. He turns the FlatPlate off and looks to the police, “Is this proof
enough?” Jake asked the police. He waited a few seconds for a response. “I will
go with you if I have no choice.” He then said. The cops cuffed him; three of
the four brought him outside. He slowly walked out; as he reached the door he
stopped. He looked at his parents and gave them the 'OK' grin. The cops walked
him down the path to the road.
“I’m sorry
for the trouble ma’am,” the forth cop said just before he walked out the door. “We’ll
bring your son back before lunch. Don’t worry.” The cop smiled for comfort he then noticed Mrs. Anderson crying really hard. He went up and rubbed her arm for more comfort.
Jake was read
his rights, he really wasn't listening cause he didn't care. Jake heard a loud bang in the house. He
first thought his mother was having a tantrum, but when he turned around he saw a
flash, and heard another bang. A pile of blood shot onto the window.
“Mom! Dad!”
Jake yelled running to the front of his house, the three cops ran after him,
but they weren't fast enough. The fourth cop came out just in time, with blood
spots on his arm and legs. “Why did you do that?” Jake spit in the
cops face, having tears falling down his face very quick. The cop grabbed hold
of Jake and threw him around.
“They saw too
much,” the cop said, throwing Jake against the garage door. “This is on you,
kid.” The cop said, going to pick him up.
“Those
drugs,” Jake said in a more broken voice, as the cop picked him up, “those drugs are being transported by
the police… aren't they?” Jake asked, being walked to the back of the police
car. His question wasn't answered but it was obvious that it was a yes. Jake
looked out the window the entire ride until they reached the police station.
