And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts.
And I looked and behold a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell followed with him.
-Book of Revelations.
Disclaimer: I do not own Penguins of Madagascar or Doom.
(New York City)
The bus travelled down the road towards Times Square. It was mid-afternoon and the city was busseling with life. People were traveling to and fro doing various things. Like going shopping or going to work or just getting out and enjoying the nice fall day.
The bus was packed with people. Among them was a young man with brown hair and blue eyes. He had just finished some serious military training in England and was really looking forward to his special assignment here in New York. He was to meet with someone in an alley just off of Times Square.
The bus began slowing down and with a hiss, it stopped. The driver pulled on a handle right next to him and the bus doors opened up.
"Times Square. Everybody who's heading here, get off now," the driver said.
The young man stood up from his seat, grabbed his duffel bag, and walked to the front of the bus. He was the last person to get off and when he reached the front of the bus, he turned to the driver.
"Hey thanks for the ride," the young man said in a sweet british accent.
The driver sighed and said, "Look buddy I don't care. If you're getting off, just get off. Stop dicking around."
The young man gasped and walked off the bus.
"How rude," he yelled as the driver closed the bus doors.
The driver just flipped him off.
The young man just sneered and walked over to a nearby bench and sat down. He still had a little time before he was to meet his contact.
"First time in New York huh?" asked a voice from behind the young man.
The young man turned and standing behind him was someone a little older than him. He had black hair, green eyes, and a short black beard.
"Yes it is. In fact it's actually my first time out of England too," the young man said with a little laugh.
The other man laughed a little and asked, "James Williams?"
The young man frowned and said, "How did you know my name?"
Instead of giving him an answer, the man just walked over and pulled the young man to his feet.
"Just grab your stuff and follow me," the man told James.
James nodded and followed the man into the alley. They walked a little way into the alley and approached a brick wall. The man pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number on it.
"Yeah he's here. Send it on up," the man said into the phone and then hung up.
They stood in the alley and James got a little worried. What if this man was just a loon out to hurt him?
"So your name is James huh?" the man asked.
James nodded and said, "But you can call me Private. A lot of people use to call me that. Mainly because throughout training I kept to myself a lot. But I'm a little more open now. I even like the name."
The man laughed and said, "Good. My name's Dave. Dave Perkins. I'm a lieutenant in the Army."
Private smiled and extended his hand, which Dave shook. A moment later, the brick wall slid open and an elevator interior was exposed.
"Ah... the elevator's here. Let's head down to the facility," Dave said and the two entered the elevator.
Dave punched in a number and the doors closed. They felt the elevator moving swiftly and they stood still as the elevator glided down the shaft.
"So do you have any family?" Private asked nervously.
Dave smirked and said, "Yeah. I have a sister who lives in St. Louis. She has a son too. My dad lives in California. What about you?"
Private though for a moment and said, "Just me mum and me Uncle Nigel."
Dave laughed a little and the elevator began slowing down.
"Ah we're here," Dave said as the doors opened.
Private looked out and his eyes went wide as he looked out at the facility.
"We work here?" Private asked in amazment.
Dave smiled and said, "Yes we do."
The layout of the facility was amazing. Both Dave and Private stood on a catwalk that overlooked a bunch of labs and scientists working on various experimental weapons. Including what looked like some guns that shot a burst of air that sent a couple of men into a wall. They got up and brushed it off though.
"Oh my. What are they doing down there?" Private asked.
"Building weapons. There is always a need for more powerful weapondry. That is what this facility is for," Dave answered.
"So what do we do here?" Private asked.
Dave looked back at him and said, "There are a bunch of terrorist organizations that would love to have these weapons. Can imagine what it would be like if Al-Queda got ahold of our plasma guns or BFGs?"
"Plasma guns? BFGs?"
"You'll find out later kid. Now let's over to the security office and get you set up," Dave said and led Private to a nearby door.
"Okay. The sooner the better I guess," Private said and followed.
(Security office)
Dave and Private entered the security office and they greeted the woman sitting behind the desk in the office. She had brown hair and hazel eyes. All around the office were paintings and some pictures of some Asian regions.
"Hey there Dave. Who's this with you?" asked the woman.
"Hey Marlene. This guy with me is James Williams. He should be in the computer," Dave said as Private walked towards Marlene and shook her hand.
"But I prefer to be called Private," Private said as he smiled and shook her hand.
Marlene smiled back and typed some stuff into her computer sitting on her desk.
"Okay I got you in here. It says you just finished training with the SAS. It also says you finished top of your class. Sharp shooting and evasive skills. And you're only a Private?" Marlene stated as she went through Private's files.
Private let out a chuckle and said, "Well technically I'm Private First Class. They call me Private for short. And because I used to keep to myself."
Marlene nodded and typed some more stuff into her computer. After a few more minutes she finished up and looked back up at Private.
"Okay you are now in our security system," Marlene said and pulled some stuff out of her desk drawer.
She hand some coloered papers and a key card to Private.
"Okay these yellow papers contain information you are going to need to work as security for us. This green paper is menus for the month, and these red slips are used to request trips up to the surface. They must submitted forty-eight hours beforehand. This card grants you access to various points of the facility. The higher in rank you go up, the more of the facility you gain access to. Currently you are level two," Marlene explained as best she could.
"I'm a level four," Dave said.
Marlene nodded at Dave and continued, "The highest level is level six. Only squad leaders and scientists are allowed access to these areas. Any questions?"
Private shook his head no.
Marlene smiled and said, "Great. Now you need to report to the armory and get your equipment."
Dave stood up and said, "There's a shooting range there. We can test you out there and see how well you perform."
Private nodded and then he and Dave walked out of the office.
(Armory)
Since Private was new he had only been issued a side arm. But he figured the longer he stuck around, the more likely he would get a better weapon.
Both he and Dave walked up to the shooting range. There were three other men there. One of them was wearing a scientist's lab coat. Private walked up to the shooting range and stood next to a man with flat hair and one with a kind of mohawk. Dave took a place at the end of the line.
"LIVE AMMUNITION! AIM 3... 2... 1... FIRE!" came the announcer's voice and the targets at the end of the range slowly began making their ways towards the five men.
Almost immediatly, the shooting range filled with the sound of gunfire. Each man fired their own weapons and the bullets tore into the wooden targets. Dave was using an automatic rifle, while the two men beside Private used shotguns with pistol grips. The scientist was using a sidearm just like Private.
After a full minute, the announcers voice rang out again saying, "AREA CLEAR!"
The wooden targets made their ways back over to the men and they took down their targets and examined them.
Dave had gotten plenty of good hits into his target and so did Private. The other three men just began talking amongst themselves.
"Huh? Well done Kowalski. You're getting better everytime," the flat haired man said to the scientist.
"You really think so Skipper?" asked Kowalski.
Skipper nodded and nudged the mohawked man beside him.
"Right Rico?" Skipper asked him.
"Uh... yeah," Rico grunted in a rough voice.
Kowalski's target had numerous bullet holes in the chest and head area. Only a couple of shots had missed the target.
"Keep it up and you might be as good as Dave over there," Skipper said and then pointed to Dave.
Dave froze and turned to see Skipper pointing at him. Dave's target had numerous bullets in the target's head area.
"Well hey there Skipper. Hey fellas," Dave said.
Skipper nodded and noticed Private standing there.
"Who's this guy here with you?" Skipper asked.
Dave looked at Private and said, "Oh this is James. He's new here."
Private walked past Dave and extended his hand to Skipper.
"But you can call me Private. That's what everyone calls me," Private said with his hand extended.
Skipper looked down at Private's hand and said, "At ease Private. Now which unit are you supposed to be in?"
Private pulled the papers from his pocket, obsereved them and said, "Umm... Unit 8 sir." (Random number)
Skipper's eyes went wide and he grabbed the papers from Private's hands.
"This is our unit. Well rookie it looks like you're with us. Dave you can take off now. We'll take things from here," Skipper said to Dave.
Dave saluted Skipper and said, "Yes sir."
Dave took his auto rifle and left the shooting range.
Private turned to the rest of the men and took in their features. The leader, Skipper, had flat black hair and blue eyes. Rico had much the same except his mohawk hair style was brown and had a short beard like Dave's. Lastly was Kowaslki who had messy black hair and five o'clock shadow. The signs had a hard working man.
"Umm... hi," Private said nervously.
"Hello Private. I'm the leader of this unit. You can call me Skipper. This man in the white coat is Kowalski and the one with the mohawk is named Rico," Skipper said to Private and indicated the other two men.
"Pleasure to meet all of you," Private said calmly.
Kowalski approached Private and said, "Would you like to test my newest invention?"
Private nodded and said, "Sure. What is it?"
Kowalski smiled and walked over to a couple of metal boxes he had sitting on the floor nearby. One was a small but elongated. The other box was a large thing. Kowalski carried the smaller one over to the group and opened it up. Kowalski pulled out a strange looking gun. Instead of a clip, there was an energy pack on the bottom of the gun.
"Meet, THE PLASMA RIFLE. A weapon of my design. Instead of firing bullets, it fires bursts of energy. All you have to do is pull the trigger on the bottom. Just be sure to hold it with both hands," Kowalski said.
Private nodded and took the gun. He walked up to the range and aimed for a wooden enemy cut out that was standing stationary. He pulled the trigger and blue spheres of energy shot out of the rifle. The wooden cut out was shot to pieces. But the recoil of the weapon caused Private to fall back.
"Wow. That was neat," Private said.
Kowalski sighed and said, "But in a few monthes it might be outdated due to another design that I have been working on."
Kowalski walked over to the other box and pulled out a large gun that could only be carried by griping a couple of handles on the side. There were also buttons on top of the handles. There was also a special belt to help keep the user standing from the recoil.
"Meet the BFG 9000. A gun of my own special design," Kowalski stated triumphantly.
"Ah-hem," came a woman's voice from the watch on Kowalski's wrist.
Kowalski sighed and said, "Fine. I mean the design by me and my assitant, Flora."
Some laughing could be heard over the watch followed by the woman on the other end saying, "Thank you hon."
Skipper laughed a little and said, "Rico? Would you please?"
Rico nodded and went over and took the BFG from Kowalski. Rico strapped himself in and walked up to the firing line. Multiple wooden target were set up around the target range. Rico smiled crazily, charged the BFG, and realeasd the buttons on top of the handles. A green ball of energy burst from the BFG and caused Rico to nearly fall over. The sphere of energy rushed and struck the middle target, causing it and the other targets to explode into splinters.
"WOW! That was bloody incredible," Private yelled out loud.
Rico turned to the rest and grunted, "Booyah."
"Excellent work Rico. Congratulations to you too Kowalski," Skipper said.
Kowalski sighed and said, "Unfortunatly it uses too much energy too fast. I still have to solve that problem. Speaking of which I need to return to the lab."
Skipper nodded and said, "Understood soldier. See you at dinner."
Kowalski nodded and put the two plasma guns back into his metal cases and walked out of the armory.
Skipper turned back to Private and said, "Welcome to the team soldier. Now how about we go look around the facility some. I think you might like this place."
Private smiled and said, "I would like that Skippa."
Well that's the first chapter guys.
I know not much happened here and it's likely that not much will happen next chapter either. But the chapter after that is where things should be getting better.
I'm still not sure what I'm officialy going to do, so I am taking any suggestions that anyone has.
Also if you submitted some OC's for this story and they haven't appeared yet, don't worry. They are going to appear next chapter. I'm still accepting OC's too.
Remember to read and review please.
