Chapter 4
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.
Chapter 5
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.
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