A Syndicate Life-3
It has been brought to my attention that Spike and Vicious were trained for the syndicate as kids; I am well aware of this. My story; my plot. Simple enough. I'm sorry, but if you don't like - don't read. That will fit into the plot. And this will switch views, but Spike has been the focus so far, since we don't really know any one else yet. But, yes, that will change. Thanks to the couple of reviewers. I hope once I actually put a plot into this, which there is a VERY twisted one, I will get more reviews.
A woman, with long, blond hair walked down the halls, on her way home from the meeting. She wasn't that fond of the syndicate, but she had been brought here as a child, and as it was, there was no way out. Her and her brother were both stuck here.
~Flashback~
"Hey, Jeremy, come on! It's time for lunch!" The two ran toward the kitchen, racing against each other and the enticing smells. Just before they came out of the meadow they had been playing tag in, three men in tight black uniforms emerged from the weeds.
"Jeremy," one of the men said.
"Yeah," a young boy stepped forward, used to adults like this, and not as scared as he should have been.
"Come with us," another man responded to his bravery.
"No way, what for," the child remained his composure.
"This is official syndicate business," the first one spoke, while the other two seized him.
"NO," Julia screamed, watching her brothers struggling form lose energy quickly in the tight hold.
"Julia, run," he responded.
"Oh, no you don't," the third man caught her by a delicate arm, "Julia, hmm? Pretty name little girl. You're coming too." And then, both children were taken away, watching their mother, coming out of the house screaming for them held back by three more men.
~End Flashback~
While lost in painful memories, Julia bumped into someone. She looked up while apologizing to see a fairly tall man with poofy green stuff hanging out of his head. He was dressed casually, not for syndicate business. And he was here. The girl was confused now. She looked fully up now, and saw the man walking with him. "Hello Vicious."
"Julia - Spike; Spike - Julia."
Spike's point of view
Spike's thoughts were interrupted as he felt someone bump into him. He mumbled a curse and heard them apologize. He looked up then, to see a woman with long blondish golden hair flowing down her back. Her enchanting blue eyes captured his, and he barely heard when Vicious introduced them too each other. When she walked past, not noticing his stunned face, he noticed Vicious staring at him.
"Don't fall for her," the deep voice commanded as soon as Spike came back to.
"Why, she you gal," he responded, unaffected by the sudden sternness.
"You could say that," Vicious fought back, continuing on his way, and closing the conversation.
Vicious' point of view
"You could say that," he replied simply, walking off, as not to give his past away. 'My past. Why can't I tell him? He seems nice enough. But, I learned long ago not to trust people. If they are loyal, that was their loss, not yours; if not, you've made the right choice. Too bad for him.'
Switch to Spike again
He headed home. Vicious was to meet him outside the prison at exactly 11:00 p.m. tonight, and he wanted to get some sleep first. 'Falling for her. Yeah, right. I've already fallen. He can get that fact straight in his head. And what does he mean, "You could say that?" Either she is or she isn't. Simple. And they don't except people into the syndicate this easily. Do they? Something has to be up. Julia. What a pretty name.' He was home now, and climbed into his bed, hoping to actually rest for once. No such luck. He lie awake for about an hour before he got up groaning from sleep deprivation, heading to the fridge for at least something to eat before his first big job. Of course. No food. Mars was expensive. Why here of all places did he have to be accepted to the syndicate on Mars? Mars? Better than earth at least. At least the food here was actually edible. He glanced at the clock laying in the living room. 10:28. He left the kitchen, refrigerator door standing open, to put some darker clothing on. He wasn't new to the 'sneak around' business; dark blue jeans, a black denim shirt. He pulled them on quickly. He didn't have much time. He knew he could make it, but he would have to run. He knew better than to take a car somewhere with that high security. The motor would get them caught in an instance.
"And whatever you do, don't get caught. Vicious, you're our best man. Spike, we could really make something out of you," he remembered Mao's speech. He ran outside, making sure to lock the door after pushing a key in his pocket. He made sure he wasn't being watched, which, he possibly could have been, considering where he was going, and made a run for the chapel downtown that he knew marked the halfway point. He was there soon, and not even out of breath yet. He looked down at his watch. 10:48. He would be right on time. He ran the rest of the ways swiftly, climbing behind the bushes he was supposed to wait at. He looked at his watch again, only visible because of the street lights. 10:59. Good. He looked back up, and saw a pair of eyes staring at him. They were the only thing really visible, and looked demonic. He guessed it was Vicious when he gave a thumbs up sign. Or so he thought; that's what he made it out to be at least. Bah. They were ready.
"Got the bombs?"
"Of course, do you really think I, a master at this, would come unprepared? With out the bombs? Imbecile," Vicious replied.
"I was just asking."
"This is easy work. This is absolutely nothing."
"Really? Then why did Mao assign two people to it."
"One, he wanted to see how you work. I am reporting to him on that. Two, if one of us gets caught, we will obviously be in police hands; there will still be someone to carry out the mission."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Shut-up. Let's go."
"Where do we start?"
"The main hall. Only the receptionist will be there at this hour. We can easily get her out of the way. We will be on a timer. The bombs will go off on us if we aren't fast enough. You set the bombs there, and I'll get the guards from the main halls. I'll knock guards out, and you set bombs. Use the walkie-talkie I gave you earlier to communicate. Just beep every hall. If I don't respond within ten minutes, I've been captured, and you have to finish. You shouldn't have to worry about that though, I won't get caught."
"Right."
"Ready?"
"Run." They both left.
'Here goes nothing. Nothing at all.'
"I hope your right about this Vicious," he whispered.
"I am. Now shut up before you get us both caught, and we get thrashed by Mao."
"We would be in jail idiot."
"Mao would bail us out. We would have to deal with him."
"How bad could that be?"
"His current bounty is 28 million. Tell you anything?"
"Yeah, it does. Let's go."
It has been brought to my attention that Spike and Vicious were trained for the syndicate as kids; I am well aware of this. My story; my plot. Simple enough. I'm sorry, but if you don't like - don't read. That will fit into the plot. And this will switch views, but Spike has been the focus so far, since we don't really know any one else yet. But, yes, that will change. Thanks to the couple of reviewers. I hope once I actually put a plot into this, which there is a VERY twisted one, I will get more reviews.
A woman, with long, blond hair walked down the halls, on her way home from the meeting. She wasn't that fond of the syndicate, but she had been brought here as a child, and as it was, there was no way out. Her and her brother were both stuck here.
~Flashback~
"Hey, Jeremy, come on! It's time for lunch!" The two ran toward the kitchen, racing against each other and the enticing smells. Just before they came out of the meadow they had been playing tag in, three men in tight black uniforms emerged from the weeds.
"Jeremy," one of the men said.
"Yeah," a young boy stepped forward, used to adults like this, and not as scared as he should have been.
"Come with us," another man responded to his bravery.
"No way, what for," the child remained his composure.
"This is official syndicate business," the first one spoke, while the other two seized him.
"NO," Julia screamed, watching her brothers struggling form lose energy quickly in the tight hold.
"Julia, run," he responded.
"Oh, no you don't," the third man caught her by a delicate arm, "Julia, hmm? Pretty name little girl. You're coming too." And then, both children were taken away, watching their mother, coming out of the house screaming for them held back by three more men.
~End Flashback~
While lost in painful memories, Julia bumped into someone. She looked up while apologizing to see a fairly tall man with poofy green stuff hanging out of his head. He was dressed casually, not for syndicate business. And he was here. The girl was confused now. She looked fully up now, and saw the man walking with him. "Hello Vicious."
"Julia - Spike; Spike - Julia."
Spike's point of view
Spike's thoughts were interrupted as he felt someone bump into him. He mumbled a curse and heard them apologize. He looked up then, to see a woman with long blondish golden hair flowing down her back. Her enchanting blue eyes captured his, and he barely heard when Vicious introduced them too each other. When she walked past, not noticing his stunned face, he noticed Vicious staring at him.
"Don't fall for her," the deep voice commanded as soon as Spike came back to.
"Why, she you gal," he responded, unaffected by the sudden sternness.
"You could say that," Vicious fought back, continuing on his way, and closing the conversation.
Vicious' point of view
"You could say that," he replied simply, walking off, as not to give his past away. 'My past. Why can't I tell him? He seems nice enough. But, I learned long ago not to trust people. If they are loyal, that was their loss, not yours; if not, you've made the right choice. Too bad for him.'
Switch to Spike again
He headed home. Vicious was to meet him outside the prison at exactly 11:00 p.m. tonight, and he wanted to get some sleep first. 'Falling for her. Yeah, right. I've already fallen. He can get that fact straight in his head. And what does he mean, "You could say that?" Either she is or she isn't. Simple. And they don't except people into the syndicate this easily. Do they? Something has to be up. Julia. What a pretty name.' He was home now, and climbed into his bed, hoping to actually rest for once. No such luck. He lie awake for about an hour before he got up groaning from sleep deprivation, heading to the fridge for at least something to eat before his first big job. Of course. No food. Mars was expensive. Why here of all places did he have to be accepted to the syndicate on Mars? Mars? Better than earth at least. At least the food here was actually edible. He glanced at the clock laying in the living room. 10:28. He left the kitchen, refrigerator door standing open, to put some darker clothing on. He wasn't new to the 'sneak around' business; dark blue jeans, a black denim shirt. He pulled them on quickly. He didn't have much time. He knew he could make it, but he would have to run. He knew better than to take a car somewhere with that high security. The motor would get them caught in an instance.
"And whatever you do, don't get caught. Vicious, you're our best man. Spike, we could really make something out of you," he remembered Mao's speech. He ran outside, making sure to lock the door after pushing a key in his pocket. He made sure he wasn't being watched, which, he possibly could have been, considering where he was going, and made a run for the chapel downtown that he knew marked the halfway point. He was there soon, and not even out of breath yet. He looked down at his watch. 10:48. He would be right on time. He ran the rest of the ways swiftly, climbing behind the bushes he was supposed to wait at. He looked at his watch again, only visible because of the street lights. 10:59. Good. He looked back up, and saw a pair of eyes staring at him. They were the only thing really visible, and looked demonic. He guessed it was Vicious when he gave a thumbs up sign. Or so he thought; that's what he made it out to be at least. Bah. They were ready.
"Got the bombs?"
"Of course, do you really think I, a master at this, would come unprepared? With out the bombs? Imbecile," Vicious replied.
"I was just asking."
"This is easy work. This is absolutely nothing."
"Really? Then why did Mao assign two people to it."
"One, he wanted to see how you work. I am reporting to him on that. Two, if one of us gets caught, we will obviously be in police hands; there will still be someone to carry out the mission."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Shut-up. Let's go."
"Where do we start?"
"The main hall. Only the receptionist will be there at this hour. We can easily get her out of the way. We will be on a timer. The bombs will go off on us if we aren't fast enough. You set the bombs there, and I'll get the guards from the main halls. I'll knock guards out, and you set bombs. Use the walkie-talkie I gave you earlier to communicate. Just beep every hall. If I don't respond within ten minutes, I've been captured, and you have to finish. You shouldn't have to worry about that though, I won't get caught."
"Right."
"Ready?"
"Run." They both left.
'Here goes nothing. Nothing at all.'
"I hope your right about this Vicious," he whispered.
"I am. Now shut up before you get us both caught, and we get thrashed by Mao."
"We would be in jail idiot."
"Mao would bail us out. We would have to deal with him."
"How bad could that be?"
"His current bounty is 28 million. Tell you anything?"
"Yeah, it does. Let's go."
