Jamal hung his head in anger. Why would he lose this game? Because he
wanted to save the lives of seventy thousand screaming fans, that's why.
He shook his head in anger and looked up. There were flashes in the
distance. Who would be shooting off fireworks at half time? The show was
only beginning; they shouldn't be coming for another half-hour. The world
is full of crazy people, he mused.
A noise came into his helmet and he cocked his head to catch it. It was a voice.
*****
"Mister Henrix, what are you doing?"
Tobias shook his head angrily. Such a promising young man and he was intentionally not playing his best. It was completely unacceptable.
There was a buzz before the answer came through. "Who is this?"
"I am a Colonel in the security assigned to this game. That is all you need to know at this time."
"A Colonel? Oh."
"Why aren't you playing your best?"
"Somebody said that if I played my best and won this game, he would kill everyone in the stadium."
His eyes widened in surprise. "What did this man look like? Answer these and perhaps we can get to the bottom of this."
There was another crackle before the answer came through. "He was short, not much taller than five-and-a-half-feet. He dressed only in black and his eyes had some sort of hate in them. It was like he was unhappy with someone and would hurt everyone to get even."
Tobias flipped the communicator off after a curt thank you and hissed. "Rynn..."
*****
He walked slowly in the shadows, carrying the container of nerve gas. It had been fitted to match into the air vent system of the stadium. Once inserted into the air processing systems, the container would release its agent that would eventually paralyze and kill the entire population of the game.
It was the noise behind him that caused him to turn. His glare landed on the black man. He quickly stuffed the container under his giant coat. "Vick. What do you want?"
"The boss was looking for you. Said something about the death of the stadium. Wants you by his side to help prevent it. No time for anything else. Lets move it."
He stood waiting expectantly. Slowly Rynn raised his eyes, the hate exposed for the first time. "Colonel's pet. Ever since you got here, all you've done is suck up. Do you know how much it pisses me off to see you rubbing your nose in his ass? So for once, I will tell you to go to hell. Just once before I kill you and everyone else here for not knowing me, accepting me, caring for me. Just once. Go. To. Hell."
He sneered and placed the container on the ground and withdrew the pistol he had hidden across his chest. He rotated a single round into the chamber and took aim.
Vick looked at him. "It's always been about you, hasn't it? Only Rynn, no one else. Why? Why do you feel you have to execute so many innocent people?"
"Because I can get away with it. Who do you think it was that lured the Gundam here? It was I, knowing that we would come here. Why do you think I did it? I could pull it off, knowing that the Gundam would take the blame. Does anybody suspect poor, unloved Rynn Skye? No, because as soon as place this container in the air system, I will be gone. Because mysteriously, one of my cousins died and I had to get to a funeral yesterday, followed by my family's tradition of mourning. So I'm not even here today."
"Take your best shot then. You have the upper hand. I can't stop you, since I'm the inferior Vick, the suck-up Vick, the ass-sniffing Vick. Go ahead. You know you've waited a long time for this."
He crossed his arms and stared, accepting what he knew was coming. Slowly the gun came up and positioned itself pointed at his chest. There was a muffled thud as the bullet left the barrel and crossed the gap between them.
*****
Robyn dodged another slice from the Reaper's blade, ducking behind the building nearest so she could charge her supplies for a few precious seconds. It was these short breathers that allowed her to survive, catching her breath and reorganizing herself.
A shadow of darkness passed by and she gasped, afraid for a moment that she had seen a demon flash before her as Death crept up behind her.
Maxwell's voice came over the speakers again. "Come out, come out, wherever you are. Come and play with Maxwell. Come out, come out. Play with Death, why don't you?"
Gundam 02 passed around her and followed the street around to her other side, searching for her. Suddenly he shouted. "What the hell? Oh, shit!"
*****
Tobias took the Gundam in his hands and lifted him ten meters off the ground. He knocked the only visible weapon out of the enemy's hands and hefted him like a rag doll. It would have been amusing under different circumstances. The enemy writhed for a second and finally stilled.
"Gundam pilot 02."
There was silence.
"Gundam pilot 02." His voice was hard. "Talk to me."
After another second of silence, the image of a young man came into view. His brown eyes were suspicious. "What?"
"I know the capabilities of your suit, along with those of all the other Gundams. I am part of an elite Special Forces that were commissioned to hunt you like the dogs you are. Turn on your jammers so that no one can interfere with our talk. What I have to say may get you out of here alive, maybe even unharmed."
The figure flipped a switch and a brief burst of static interrupted the signal before it was restored. Again there was suspicion on his face. "Speak."
Tobias bristled for a second at the impoliteness of the pilot. He ignored it after a second and proceeded. "Inside our squadron we have a traitor. He has already attempted to kill one of our people. He plans to gas everyone in the stadium and pin the blame on you."
The shock was evident. "But I wouldn't do that! I may want to get rid of OZ, but murdering several thousand people to eliminate several high-ranking officers is not my style. That would make me a butcher!"
"Since we are on the same page here, listen to me. I control the situation and I can help you out of this alive. Maybe you will get your Gundam back as well. This is what you must do."
*****
Suspenseful, no? at least I would hope so. As another change for what I hope is the better, I have changed the format so now this is part one of a trilogy, based on the Blackhawks. Don't like it? Tough. My story, my rules. Until the next chapter of any of my stories,
Colonel
A noise came into his helmet and he cocked his head to catch it. It was a voice.
*****
"Mister Henrix, what are you doing?"
Tobias shook his head angrily. Such a promising young man and he was intentionally not playing his best. It was completely unacceptable.
There was a buzz before the answer came through. "Who is this?"
"I am a Colonel in the security assigned to this game. That is all you need to know at this time."
"A Colonel? Oh."
"Why aren't you playing your best?"
"Somebody said that if I played my best and won this game, he would kill everyone in the stadium."
His eyes widened in surprise. "What did this man look like? Answer these and perhaps we can get to the bottom of this."
There was another crackle before the answer came through. "He was short, not much taller than five-and-a-half-feet. He dressed only in black and his eyes had some sort of hate in them. It was like he was unhappy with someone and would hurt everyone to get even."
Tobias flipped the communicator off after a curt thank you and hissed. "Rynn..."
*****
He walked slowly in the shadows, carrying the container of nerve gas. It had been fitted to match into the air vent system of the stadium. Once inserted into the air processing systems, the container would release its agent that would eventually paralyze and kill the entire population of the game.
It was the noise behind him that caused him to turn. His glare landed on the black man. He quickly stuffed the container under his giant coat. "Vick. What do you want?"
"The boss was looking for you. Said something about the death of the stadium. Wants you by his side to help prevent it. No time for anything else. Lets move it."
He stood waiting expectantly. Slowly Rynn raised his eyes, the hate exposed for the first time. "Colonel's pet. Ever since you got here, all you've done is suck up. Do you know how much it pisses me off to see you rubbing your nose in his ass? So for once, I will tell you to go to hell. Just once before I kill you and everyone else here for not knowing me, accepting me, caring for me. Just once. Go. To. Hell."
He sneered and placed the container on the ground and withdrew the pistol he had hidden across his chest. He rotated a single round into the chamber and took aim.
Vick looked at him. "It's always been about you, hasn't it? Only Rynn, no one else. Why? Why do you feel you have to execute so many innocent people?"
"Because I can get away with it. Who do you think it was that lured the Gundam here? It was I, knowing that we would come here. Why do you think I did it? I could pull it off, knowing that the Gundam would take the blame. Does anybody suspect poor, unloved Rynn Skye? No, because as soon as place this container in the air system, I will be gone. Because mysteriously, one of my cousins died and I had to get to a funeral yesterday, followed by my family's tradition of mourning. So I'm not even here today."
"Take your best shot then. You have the upper hand. I can't stop you, since I'm the inferior Vick, the suck-up Vick, the ass-sniffing Vick. Go ahead. You know you've waited a long time for this."
He crossed his arms and stared, accepting what he knew was coming. Slowly the gun came up and positioned itself pointed at his chest. There was a muffled thud as the bullet left the barrel and crossed the gap between them.
*****
Robyn dodged another slice from the Reaper's blade, ducking behind the building nearest so she could charge her supplies for a few precious seconds. It was these short breathers that allowed her to survive, catching her breath and reorganizing herself.
A shadow of darkness passed by and she gasped, afraid for a moment that she had seen a demon flash before her as Death crept up behind her.
Maxwell's voice came over the speakers again. "Come out, come out, wherever you are. Come and play with Maxwell. Come out, come out. Play with Death, why don't you?"
Gundam 02 passed around her and followed the street around to her other side, searching for her. Suddenly he shouted. "What the hell? Oh, shit!"
*****
Tobias took the Gundam in his hands and lifted him ten meters off the ground. He knocked the only visible weapon out of the enemy's hands and hefted him like a rag doll. It would have been amusing under different circumstances. The enemy writhed for a second and finally stilled.
"Gundam pilot 02."
There was silence.
"Gundam pilot 02." His voice was hard. "Talk to me."
After another second of silence, the image of a young man came into view. His brown eyes were suspicious. "What?"
"I know the capabilities of your suit, along with those of all the other Gundams. I am part of an elite Special Forces that were commissioned to hunt you like the dogs you are. Turn on your jammers so that no one can interfere with our talk. What I have to say may get you out of here alive, maybe even unharmed."
The figure flipped a switch and a brief burst of static interrupted the signal before it was restored. Again there was suspicion on his face. "Speak."
Tobias bristled for a second at the impoliteness of the pilot. He ignored it after a second and proceeded. "Inside our squadron we have a traitor. He has already attempted to kill one of our people. He plans to gas everyone in the stadium and pin the blame on you."
The shock was evident. "But I wouldn't do that! I may want to get rid of OZ, but murdering several thousand people to eliminate several high-ranking officers is not my style. That would make me a butcher!"
"Since we are on the same page here, listen to me. I control the situation and I can help you out of this alive. Maybe you will get your Gundam back as well. This is what you must do."
*****
Suspenseful, no? at least I would hope so. As another change for what I hope is the better, I have changed the format so now this is part one of a trilogy, based on the Blackhawks. Don't like it? Tough. My story, my rules. Until the next chapter of any of my stories,
Colonel