A man sat on a motorcycle with his eyes closed. He seemed to be deep in thought, as a police radio that was attached to the bike spat out random words and orders. He sighed silently and looked around the city. Cars sped by the empty streets. Stars filled the night sky. "Mike!" The radio blasted out.
The man popped up out of his sleepy position and grabbed the receiver. "What?" He asked.
"Bank robbery. 3rd and 5th." The voice rang out.
Mike sighed and started the engine. "No problem." He said and road off. As he turned the street a white van came speeding past, almost hitting him. He cried out and slammed on the breaks, skidding almost into another car, and quickly maneuvering the bike he sped up again after the van.
He caught up to them fast, the streets were empty, and they seemed to be the only two vehicles on the road. A man in the front leaned out and fired a gun a few times and Mike easily avoided them. Reaching back into a compartment behind him he grabbed a small gun and aimed. Firing he snapped a lock on the back of the van.
The doors burst open revealing three other people sitting in back, holding bags of what could only be money. They instantly got up and started firing at Mike. He cursed to himself and swerved out of their range. They reached out and slammed the doors shut again.
Mike sped up along side of the van, and shot through the window towards the driver. He heard a scream and the van swerved suddenly towards him hitting the bike. Crying out Mike tried to stable the bike, but it was pushed over, and quickly fell. Mike flew off the bike and into the windshield of a parked car.
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You are the one.
What?
The one that will change the world, finish what was started.
What are you talking about?
You will soon learn what you must do.
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"What?" Mike shot up in bed.
"What?" Lay back down Mike…you need rest." Mike sighed, lying down and looking around, he was in a hospital, next to him was the captain of his police squad. Mike was an orphan, and as far back as he can remember 'captain' as he called him took care of him.
"Oh man…what happened?" Mike asked.
"You were in an accident. Luckily backup arrived pretty soon, and the rest of the robbers ran for it. Don't worry we got em, and you got one of them too, shot the driver in the neck…really messy scene."
Mike rubbed his forehead. "How long have I been out?"
"Two days." Captain sighed. "You missed out on something real big."
"Oh yea?" Mike said, fidgeting with all the tubes going inside of him. "What's that?"
"Well you know Gabriel?"
"The head of Biocorp?"
Captain snickered. "You know as well as I do that Biocorp is shit. Just a cover, but until now we weren't sure what it was a cover for."
"You mean…?"
"Yeah…" Captain grabbed a tape from the desk and walked over to the other side of the room, putting it in the VCR of the TV that was hanging in the corner, and turned it on.
As the tape started it was focused on Gabriel. He was a tall man, with short blonde hair, and blue eyes. His face was very stern and was dressed very well. Biocorp was a gas company, but most law enforcement knew that it was just a cover for some sort of crime ring, but didn't have enough information or proof to lock him up.
"This tape is being sent to every law enforcement agency and government agency." He began. "As most of you have thought, Biocorp is a scam, a cover up for something illegal, well it appears you are right. Let me start off by saying do not try and find me, because you won't.
I was born rich, my father spent his life working, and that is not something I plan on doing. With the remaining money of my father's, I created Biocorp, and over the years planned this out perfectly, secretly preparing for this day. I have also built an entire city somewhere on Earth, hidden from the rest of you people. Which is why I say that you will not find me, though you are welcome to try."
He laughed and behind him a screen lit up with a map of the world. Twelve little dots started blinking in different parts of the map. "I have place twelve thermo nuclear bombs in twelve key points of the world. When detonated, with the current atmosphere and wind conditions, the entire world will be affected.
Those not in the immediate blast radius, will die from radiation, in fact due to my positioning of the bombs the only place safe, will be my city, and anyone who I choose to live there." As he talked the blinking dots on the screen behind him expanded red, covering the entire map.
"Oh and by the way, these dots aren't the exact locations of the bombs, just an example, the placement of the real bombs have to be exact. If you do find a bomb, do not try and evacuate the nearby area or try and disarm it, because my people will be there watching and guarding, and I can remote detonate them all at any moment."
He smiled and picked up the remote. "Now this is the remote detonator. Using this I can detonate all twelve bombs, and I can also arm them, which I will do right now." He typed a code into the remote and showed it to the camera. "Three hundred and thirty six hours. Exactly fourteen days, two weeks I am giving you to meet my demands." He pressed a button and the timer began to go down.
"Now, when you hold the world for ransom, you don't ask for something petty, I want one hundred billion dollars, and a presidential pardon signed by each nation of the world for doing this. Once I have that, I will disarm the bombs. You will not try and contact me, you will transfer the money to six different bank accounts, and the pardon should be signed and given to one of my men, after I get the money.
The bank account numbers are included with this tape. Well gentlemen, you have my offer, and you know what will happen if you don't comply. Just incase you think this is a hoax, well lets just say, stay out of Trabia…at about the time you get this tape!" He started laughing hysterically and the tape cut off.
Mike's mouth was wide open. "W-what…well…"
"Yea I know."
"What about Trabia?"
"Well, it wasn't a nuke, but a lot of people died." Captain said sadly.
"Are they actually going to pay him?"
"I don't know. They are sending out people to try and find the bombs, but I don't like this one bit." Mike sighed and tore out all the tubes out of his arms. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to find those bombs."
"Oh no your not, there are plenty of people looking for those bombs, what makes you think you can do it by yourself?"
"I don't know…but I have to try."
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Mike sighed, sitting on his bike. "I'll be ok Captain."
"Don't be a hero, you find the bombs you call for backup. I don't want to visit you in the hospital in a day, or even worse a cemetery."
"If I fail, we'll all be in a cemetery." Captain just shook his head and sighed. Mike smiled and started up the bike. He waved at Captain as he rode off out of town.
Don't forget where you came from.
Mike gasped and nearly crashed again. He shook his head and looked around. "What the fuck…"
You can do it.
"Who are you!" He screamed. Pulling over his bike he stepped off and rubbed his head. "What the hell is going on with me?" He sighed and laid down, staring at the sky. Within a few minutes he had fallen asleep.
"Put him down!!"
"Hah, you want to die with him?"
"Don't do it! Go get back on the ship!"
"I have to cast it, you can't!"
"I can, go back now!"
"None of you are going back!"
Mike woke up with a scream. He slowly stood up, bewildered and out of breath. He looked around and got back on the bike. "Come on…start" He pleaded, as the bike wouldn't start. "Damn it." He got off the bike and kicked it over, sighed and began walking towards Trabia…
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Gabriel sat in a large leather chair as he looked through the window that took up an entire wall of the office up at the sky. The room was very well laid out. Trophies hung all over the walls, a big desk with all sorts of technological devices was placed in the center of the room, right opposite of the way he was facing to look out the window. There were expensive looking lamps and rugs spaced well around the room.
"Sir?"
Gabriel turned around and rested his arms on his desk. "What is it?"
"Your son would like a word." The man said. It was his second in command Wedge. Wedge did basically everything else that Gabriel didn't do, even though everything he did do Gabriel ran through it before Wedge actually went through with it. The one thing Wedge wasn't in charge of was the army that Gabriel had massed over the years. The captain of the army was Wedge's brother Biggs, who relayed the commands from Gabriel to the troops. There were many small leaders of different bands of the army, but Biggs was the main man.
Gabriel half frowned. "Send him in."
Wedge nodded and walked out of the big room. A few seconds later a younger man who looked a lot like Gabriel came rushing in. He held a tape in his hand and his face was beet red. "What the hell is this?" He cried out, throwing the video on the floor, it smashing into pieces.
"My plan, the thing I have been working for the past ten years Scott. I thought you'd be with me on this."
"You built this goddamn city, recruited an army, spent all of your father's money and all my life you just tell me not to worry about it, it'll be fine. Well it's not fine, and I'm not with you on this, how could you think I would be?" Scott screamed.
"Son…this city was just made in case of the off chance that they don't pay, as well as a bargaining chip with potential soldiers, they wouldn't have joined my cause if I didn't offer a city to protect their families if the bombs did go off."
"That's not the point!"
"Then what is?"
"You're going to destroy the entire world! Even with this city no one will survive long, no plants, no drinkable water, what the fuck were you thinking? You have to call this off."
Gabriel laughed. "They will pay, the bombs won't go off."
"And what if they do?"
"Then we can happily live out the rest of our lives, I have enough rations for us to survive."
"And what about your precious soldiers? And oh how about the HUMAN FUCKING RACE?"
Gabriel laughed again. "Who cares about them, the soldiers are only good to protect the bombs, if the bombs go off what point is there for me to keep them or their families alive. And as for the human race, well we would have killed each other off eventually, I'm just jumping the gun a little bit."
"Your sick." Scott shook his head and left the room.
Gabriel snickered. "You'll come around…you'll come around."