This is obviously my first book so it might not be my best. There is not much to say so try to enjoy.
Zack rushes to put on the harness holding the parachute that would soon save his life. Out of Zack's ear piece a woman speaks.
"You have to get out of that helicopter," shrieked the woman"Zack hurry up!"
"What in the living...," said Zack with slight frustration "I got the harness on I'm about to..."
Zack stopped speaking as the the explosion went off.
"ZACK!" cried the woman.
There was a eerie silence in the AirBourne Head Quarters. The woman pounded the desk in an unbearable anger. "Why do you have to be so stupid," the woman wept "Zack is dead she yelled through out the Head Quarters"
"What?, no I'm not," said Zack as he came online "did you miss me already, wow gone for two seconds and you're weeping. By the way Eve, I love you to." snickered Zack.
Zack pressed the red button in the elevator that marked 'AB HQ'. In that second the elevator dropped so fast that Zack's feet weren't touching the floor of the elevator. It seemed as if the elevator fell for as long as a football would fall from a ten story building. As soon he stepped out of the elevator the whole Head Quarter started to cheer. Almost Every other step the crowd got louder and louder and louder. At this point Zack was soaking in the applause of the people in the HQ. As soon as he stepped into his office the cheering settled down. He sat in his office in delight. Zack was only twenty-four years old and was already third in command of the HQ. The silence in his office was questionable. As quick as he sat in his chair rounds of assault rifles went off into the the air or thats what Zack thought. Then it got quiet. he peered out of his office. Then Dashed out of the east wing were his office was located. DEAD. everyone...everything was just covered in warm, thick, crimson red liquid. He turns around traumatized by what he has witnessed to an AK-47 staring at his forehead.
"So what do you think about this Zack"
Darkness falls over AirBourne Head Quarters