New Revolution 3:

Reawakening

Prologue- Dust

1 Year Previous

Alexander Chambers considered himself to be a patient man. He always gave his underlings more than enough time to complete their assignments. However, he didn't believe in extensions. Extensions were offered to substandard employees, and inferior minions were something he had no use for. That was why he was rather irritated when he received a call that one of his operatives was six hours late reporting back. Such carelessness was never to be tolerated.

Chambers sat behind his desk, brushing a few spots of dust from the shimmering surface. He was waiting now for his agents to deliver his foolish underling to his office, where he would personally lecture the inefficient simpleton that such acts were not acceptable and required repercussion. As he waited, he turned to face the little bed where his greatest ally sat contently in his place at his side. Chambers grinned, and laced his fingers together.

"Well Cyril, it appears we have to teach yet another of our subordinates that there is a certain standard to be expected. Late arrivals are bad for business, wouldn't you say?"

Cyril bared his teeth, and hissed. Chambers smiled. He always appreciated his tiger snake's intuition; the reptile always seemed in tune with Chambers' mood. He was the most loyal companion Chambers ever had, and perhaps the only creature he truly cared about. Chambers reached into his desk and pulled out a pistol. He then proceeded to polish the slick surface of his choice firearm.

"Shall we hear his excuses, or should we dispose of him swiftly? I don't know about you, but I am not entirely in the mood to listen to the gibbering of an imbecile."

Cyril did not seem to object to Chambers' idea, but he supposed it was only fair to give the man a moment to explain himself. After his brief explanation, Chambers would kill him. He waited for only a few more minutes before his telephone rang. Chambers leaned forward and picked up the receiver.

"Send him in." He said in clipped tones, and then slammed the phone down.

The door eased open, and a frightened man was pushed roughly into his office. The man stumbled for a moment before he caught his footing, and then he stood as still as a statue before Chambers' desk. Chambers regarded him with a collected expression.

"Mr. Daley, is it? Please have a seat."

Chambers gestured toward the chair on the opposite side of his desk. Daley didn't move at once, and so Chambers waited until the man recovered from his period of petrifaction. He did, eventually, and slipped carefully into the plush red seat. Chambers cleared his throat, and began.

"I am afraid I have been informed that your previous mission was rather lax in its execution, Mr. Daley. Perhaps you would be willing to tell me exactly why you decided it would be prudent to forgo my orders and complete your assignment on your own time? I do very much hope that you have a good explanation."

Daley swallowed. He was extremely nervous, and for good reason. After all, Chambers had killed men for far less than what this insubordinate fool had done. Finally, after doing what he could to compose himself, Daley began his account.

"I understand your anger with me, Mr. Chambers, but I swear that I possessed a justifiable reason for-"

Daley stopped himself midsentence. As soon as he began to speak, Cyril slithered from his perch near the desk and headed directly for Daley's shaking body. One thing Cyril enjoyed above all was responding to the fear of an individual. He had very keen senses. Sweat poured from Daley's forehead as Cyril coiled around his arm, flicking his forked tongue every now and again. Chambers addressed the man with a smile.

"Continue, please, Mr. Daley. Don't mind Cyril. He has never yet bitten anyone that has not deserved punishment. On that note, I hope you have a sound excuse for blatantly ignoring a direct order."

Daley trembled with fear, but he continued on a similar track on which he started. He took a shuddering breath.

"Mr. Chambers, you ordered me to drill for ore using intelligence gathered from the government, and I promise you, sir, that that is what I set out to do."

"Glad to hear that." Chambers scoffed sarcastically.

"However, after days of searching the area for ore, my equipment picked up on something very extraordinary. I believed I had time to investigate, and I did. What I found was something amazing. A compound that has never been discovered before."

"And what is this compound?" Chambers asked, losing his patience.

Daley paused, and then glanced at the snake at his arm.

"I…have a sample that I can show you. It's in my pocket."

Chambers offered a dismissive wave.

"Produce it, by all means. If you make a move that is less than admirable, Cyril will not hesitate to fill your veins with venom. I would tread very carefully."

Daley used extremely slow movements to reach into his pocket, and pulled out a handkerchief. Chambers snorted in amusement. There was no way on earth that Daley possessed something in that napkin more valuable than the ore he was meant to collect. Without waiting for the man to show it to him, Chambers reached for his gun.

"I've had enough of this, Mr. Daley. Farewell."

However, before Chambers even had time to lift his pistol, Daley opened the handkerchief and poured the contents onto the desk. Chambers froze, his eyes fixed upon the incredible sight. It was violet dust, as fine as granulated sugar. That would not have been so impressive at first glance, however, there was one detail that interested Chambers greatly. It was glowing. Chambers leaned toward the compound.

"What exactly is this?" He demanded.

Daley shook his head.

"I haven't yet had a chance to do a thorough test, but it seems to omit some kind of molecular energy. If we could collect more of it, I believe it could be more valuable than tritium."

Chambers liked the sound of that. He sat back in his chair, and snapped his fingers. Cyril released Daley from his hold, and slithered away. Chambers tapped his chin. There was much to consider in such a proposition. He leaned forward.

"I believe we might overlook your past infringement, Mr. Daley. How long do you think it would take you to collect more of this compound?"

"Perhaps a few months, sir." Daley said, seeming a little more at ease now that his life was no longer being threatened.

Chambers nodded, and leaned back in his chair.

"Take what time you need, Mr. Daley. I want more of this, spare no expense. Keep me informed of every action. Now go."

Mr. Daley rose out of his seat, and rushed out of the room as fast as he could without actually running. Chambers felt a smile curl across his lips. He studied the glowing crystal pieces, and then lifted Cyril into his arms. He rubbed the snake's head with two fingers, chuckling happily to himself.

"It looks like we've finally found it, Cyril. I have a feeling that once we learn how to harness the power of this compound, we will be the most powerful organization in the world. How gratifying."

Cyril hissed in contentment, and Chambers spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating exactly the extreme power his new discovery would bring.

Author's Note:

Well, I finally started posting my new story! It's about time too. I hope I'll be able to keep up on the updates, but I'm optimistic. I'm having a great time writing this story, and I hope that both returning readers and new readers will enjoy it:) As always, reviews are always appreciated, and I hope you have as much fun reading the story as I had writing it:)

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