Chapter 1: Bishop
Note: This is the first chapter of a fanfic called Shadow. For those of you who like The Revolution, don't worry, I'm still working on it. I just wanted to start a new project
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the below. All of the characters are not mine, except Fang, who was created specifically for this fanfic. Don't get angry. It's okay...I'm not stealing your creation.
A man walked down the streets of New York.
He did not live in New York. He lived in Nevada. Nonetheless, he walked down the streets of New York.
Nobody really noticed him, but if they had done so, they would have noticed that there was an oddly confident look about him, almost as if he was playing a chess game in his head and he knew he had his opponent beat. He had reason to have this look about him: he'd just learned of a monumental shift in world politics, that made him the single most powerful person in the world, far more powerful than any leader, of any major country, far more powerful than the president.
The man's name was John Bishop, although most called him simply Agent Bishop. He was head of the Earth Protection Force, an American organization, but which now, in a secret meeting, had been turned into an international organization, with international resources. He had just convinced the UN that he held no alliance to any country.
A body had been created to watch over him. He had to make weekly reports to that body. He would keep some details secret, but make sure they knew everything they wanted to know — how the weapons were being used.
Agent Bishop had gained one extra thing: a virtual key to every single nuclear warhead system in the world. No government in the world could set off a nuke without his approval. He was a powerful man indeed.
He walked passed another man. Agent Bishop paid the man no mind.
He should have. If he had looked at the man he would have realized that the man had, slung over his shoulder, a towel.
This was odd, but not as odd as what the man did next. They were on an empty street. Then they attacked him with the towel. The man wrapped the towel around his neck. Agent Bishop tried to flip the man over his shoulder, but he was too far away. He tried to sweep a leg, but then another man came in with a metal pole and knocked the daylights out of him.
Agent Bishop woke up. He was strapped in to a chair. He didn't know where he was, but he did know one thing — he had been caught by the Foot. The second man — the one that had knocked him out — had a Foot symbol emblazoned on his jacket.
"Allow me to introduce myself," said the man who had knocked him out with the towel, "my name is Marcus Rose — but you can call me Fang — everybody else does." Bishop made a mental note. Marcus Rose. He was positive it would come in handy sooner rather than later.
"I see you two work for the Foot," said Bishop.
"Ingenious thinking," said Fang, "what gave it away, the Foot logos all around the building?"
Cocky bastard, thought Bishop. Then he realized what Fang had been talking about. There were a couple of very large Foot logos in the building.
"Impressive attack," said Bishop.
"Why thank you," said Fang. Every time Fang opened his mouth he got that cocky smile on his face again.
"Who's your silent partner?" said Bishop.
"His name's Joseph Khan. But he just goes by Khan now."
"Khan," said Bishop, "I know that name. You run the Foot now, right?"
"Run?" said Khan, "No, I merely organize."
"I see. And who runs the Foot?"
Neither Khan nor Fang opened their mouths. Obviously they were only willing to reveal so much.
"What do you want?" asked Bishop. It was the obvious question, but he'd hoped to gain some knowledge about his captors.
"Finally down to the important questions," smirked Fang, "Well Agent Bishop, do you remember saying this?"
Fang pulled out a tape recorder and pressed play. A recording of Bishop's voice played. It said, "Besides. My sources suggested to me that it would be beneficial if 63% of the Earth's population suddenly...disappeared."
"I think your new deal with the UN may be in jeopardy Mr. Bishop, if we let this out," said Khan.
"What do you want!" repeated Bishop, with enough intensity to swipe the smirk off of Fang's face for a second. But it returned slowly.
"Nothing that will impact your work. The 'Earth Protection Force' will be safe."
"Tell me what you want from me," said Agent Bishop.
"Your services," said Fang.
Note: Who is Fang, and what's his job in the Foot? What exactly does he want from Khan? What are the chances that these questions will be answered? Find out, as Shadow roles on.