Chapter 4: Where's the Prophecy?
Leon Black was driving in blue chrome car; the holo-phone was on and the face of Sayeed Rasool appeared in between the driver seat and passenger seat.
"What's up Sayeed?" asked the commander.
"This stupid prophecy." He responded pounding on something. "I was only able to pinpoint who it would hit. This guy is good Leon; he wanted us to know who it would hit but not who he was or what the prophecy said. Your going to have to do a little digging; Wei and Orias are on their way."
The commander nodded and closed the holo-phone. And focused on the road; he pressed the acceleration pedal and the car sped through the others. A siren blared behind the blue car and the commander sighed deeply. He hated it when patrol cars stopped him; he held a badge out the open window and the siren stopped. The commander shook his head in pity of the patrol elves idiocy and continued towards the M.C.P.A headquarters. He really didn't like patrol cops; for that matter he really didn't like any other cop besides him and his crew. He finally arrived at the headquarters and went to change into his suit when he saw something going around the corner of the locker room. He drew his gun and followed, using his natural born elvish instincts to tip-toe behind it. He opened the newly installed corner-cam and looked around the corner; a tall dark figure was crouching low, on all fours sniffing the air. Then it stopped and turned around quickly and the commander fired; nothing was left on the floor but a black powder that was smoking slightly. The other agents poured into the locker room to see what was going on.
"What happened?" whispered one.
"Out of the way, out of the way!" General Drake was shoving the agents aside, and making his way to Leon. "What happened here Commander?"
Leon was still starring at the powder. "Get Sayeed in here." He finally said.
"I said report Commander! Now!" bellowed the General.
"This thing was sneaking around so I shot it." the Commander replied coldly. "Now please call Sayeed so he analyze this powder."
"Very good." The General cleared his throat in a rather embarrassed way. He went out of the room and shortly returned with Sayeed, Orias and Wei. "We need you to analyze that Rasool, on the double."
"Yes sir!"
"The rest of you return to your jobs." Yelled the General, turning to the crowd still assembled in the locker room. In the meantime, Sayeed had already scooped up a small sample and put it in a plastic bag. He signaled for them to follow in his lab, where he placed the sample in a strange machine. The results came out:
"It's blank." Said the elf, looking blankly at the small piece of paper.
"So it's all magic?" suggested Wei.
"More like all prophecy." Added Orias.
"You know what that means." Said Leon. They all nodded, knowing that they would have to search for the prophecy in the entire city. Could take days, even weeks, to find the information. They all suited up and went to a car.
"Um, shouldn't we go a little more undercover?" suggested Wei.
They looked at their uniforms and at the police car; both had M.C.P.A. written on them in bold print. They would get shot down as soon as they even enter the bad neighborhoods. They retuned to the locker room and changed to their normal clothes, but coated with an anti-bullet spell, only M.C.P.A. agents knew. Sayeed gave them smaller guns (except Leon's, which was compact) and sunglasses that all the functions of their helmet visor. They got into Orias' car, because it was the fastest and were off to the neighborhoods, downtown. In this area, many dwarf and goblin fights took place; there were always undercover agents working here. Normal elves and higher ranked dwarfs lived uptown where everything was peaceful. The downtown neighborhood had been where Leon and his crew had arrested most of the orc overlords. They got out next to a bar, crowded with rusting vehicles out side it. Inside there was a big fight going on, one of the normal orcs had challenged Urk-uk, one of the orc kingpins. The winner would be the new kingpin. Urk-uk was on the floor, dark-blue blood all over his body; the other orc was pounding him in the stomach. The kingpin punched the lesser orc flat in his crooked nose, launching him across the room; he gave a loud shriek and jumped on the challenger and bit his neck artery, ripping it apart. Urk-uk lifted the dead orc and shrieked; the bar started chanting: "Urk-uk, Urk-uk!" The agents walked over to the bartender; an elf with a deep scar across his left eye, which was a foggy white.
"Wha' can I getch'ya?" he asked in a horse voice.
"Three ales, on the rocks." That was the code.
"Right away." Said the bartender. At this Orias got up and went into the bathroom; here he got into the third stool and knocked gently on the tenth tile from the right. The toilet seat disappeared and a deep hole took its place; the elf jumped in and slid down into a chamber full of undercover agents.
The bartender came walking to him his scar disappeared magically and his eerie eye returned to normal. "Good to see you again, Orias. I trust you're here for the prophecy?"
Orias nodded. "What do you have for me?" he asked eagerly.
The barkeep shook his head. "Nothing, unfortunately. There's a big meeting tomorrow though, we should be able to obtain some information then."
"Do you know where the prophecy came from?" he asked again.
"We got a really week reading. You should wait until the meeting though." Said an elf mounted on a chair, in front of a complicated computer system. Orias sighed deeply; he really hated to wait.
"Well thanks!" he said, walking away through a hidden doorway. He rejoined his friends and told them what he knew. "What should we do?" he asked Leon.
"We wait, here over night." The elf said, looking at Wei. "You go to Leech and see what you can find."
"Oh, no! Not Leech." He hated Leech more than he did waiting. "Can't you or Wei go? You know we hate each other."
"Duty comes first." The commander said, the warm glow in his eye disappearing. "Put your differences aside for once."
Orias sighed with regret and got up. He hated Leech; that crazy witch, he thought. Leech was and undercover agent, that was very deep in her work. Orias liked to enjoy life and experience every waking moment of it. Leech just couldn't; she always got so involved she forgot to live her own life. She was too. human like. Elves were hard workers, but they always listened to the wind and the voices of the leaves from time to time. But not Leech; she would get so involved in a job she would forget everything else. When her mother died she was on a case the day before the funeral; she didn't show, because she was "doing her job". Orias hated her ever since and got a knot in his throat whenever he heard her name. She was good at whatever she attempted to do, except living her life; maybe that was because she never really did attempt to live her own life. He was so upset he missed her street. She lived in an old apartment building during this job; she was supposed to be a healer for a gang of orcs. Once she was alone with them she could expose them for the crimes they did by controlling their weak minds. He knocked on an old wooden door with a lion head knob that had been handled so many times it looked like the lion had a snout. A female elf with dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes opened the door; she looked very young and noticeably shorter than Orias. A gang of orcs followed, their long, primitive hands almost touching the ground.
"Who're you?" an uglier one asked.
"Drow triad." Orias answered starring the orc down. This was the usual excuse when dealing with any criminals.
"You certainly don't look like a drow." Another replied.
"Well perhaps you'd like a demonstration?" Orias said, his voice rising and his hands turning into fists.
The orcs backed down looking terrified by this tall figure. "All right!" the ugly one finally brought up the courage to say. "But you better wait your turn!"
"I don't like to wait." The elf said slowly.
Leech was looking at him her green eyes open with anger. "That's all right gentleman." She said. She looked awkward standing between the orcs. "He'll wait." She then slammed the door and returned to tending the orc gang leader. About half an hour later the gang walked out starring menacingly at the elf. Leech was standing in the doorway her arms crossed; he got up from the step he was standing on and entered the dirty apartment.
"Messy aren't you?" Orias asked.
"Shut up!" she replied coldly, looking disgusted. "What in Namo's (elvish God of the dead) name do you want?"
"The prophecy." He replied with the same heir of coldness. "What do you know about it?"
She kept starring at him. "I'm not telling you anything." She said firmly.
"If you value your job you will. Oh, wait! Don't answer that. Of course you do."
She kept her ground but was as frightened as a raven facing a hawk. Her eyes turned to glace; she knew he was trying to open old wounds. "I told you I was just doing my job."
"Yeah of being the best PIECE OF TRASH you could possibly be!" he yelled at her. "A barlog has a bigger heart than you!"
She was crying hard by this time, she sunk to the ground and wept in her palms. Orias was breathing hard and starring at her, not one trace of pity could be found in his expression. "I'm sorry." She whispered slowly.
Orias expression lightened. "What did you say?"
"I said I'm sorry! I know I should have gone to mom's funeral." She looked at him; her eyes were big and watery. "I'm not going to make any more excuses."
"Filthy orcs." Orias breathed out. "I don't understand how you could work with them?"
"You know they killed."
"Shut up!" she screamed. Orias jumped back; she was rocking from side to side, with her hands over her ears. "I'm not listening!" she yelled.
Orias sighed. "Look sis' I'm sorry too. I know I should have been better to you. If you want to I'll leave you alone and won't talk to the General about it."
She looked up at him; her watery eyes were turning red around the iris. She got up and hugged him, crying hysterically on his shoulder. Orias patted his sister slowly on the back. Fifteen minutes later, he had made some tea for them to drink. "Do you and your friends still call me Leech?" she asked.
"Yeah." Orias admitted, shamefully. "I'm sorry I hated you so much before Nyssa. I won't call you Leech any more."
She smiled. "Thanks."
They stood the entire night talking about child hood memories and slowly fell asleep with a smile on their faces, on the ripped couch. Orias communications baton rang in his pocket. He woke up abruptly and opened it quickly and Leon sprang into life in Nyssa's filthy living room.
"Orias where've you been?" he asked. "It's nearly one o'clock. The meeting is about to start. What did you get from Leech?"
"Don't call her that." Orias said, offended. Nyssa laughed gently; Leon turned around and she waved at him. "Look, we don't hate each other any more. It took us this while to make up. Sorry."
"Hurry up please. See ya'! Nice seeing you again Lee- I mean Nyssa." With that the hologram was absorbed back into the small baton.
"About the prophecy." Nyssa began. "I really don't know anything about it. But I do know where you can get some info. You know that old abandoned mansion on 56th with Valar? I heard some of the orcs talking about something about lords, dominion, army of darkness, things like that."
"Thanks sis'." Orias said smiling. "Good to know we're friends again." With that he left and was driving towards the bar where the big orc meeting was being held. He wondered what that old mansion would hide and if it was really the place they were looking for or a wild goose chase. He parked outside the dark bar; he went around the back and flipped open the garbage can. The putrid smell was enough to kill a wild horse; he scowled and reached inside with one hand, using the other to cover his nose. Click! Orias was able to find and press a button somewhere inside the pile of garbage (every garbage day they would switch it to some new piece of garbage); a small circular trap door opened and he jumped in. Air was rushing on his face and into his sensitive years, until he finally reached the bottom, where his crew and the other agents were waiting for the meeting to start. "What did I miss?" he whispered stepping next to his friends.
"Meeting's just about to start." Wei informed him. "What did you find out from your sister?"
"She's not sure, but she thinks there might be something happening at this old mansion on 56th and Valar."
"And do you know where this is?" Leon asked, already knowing the answer.
"Well."
Leon shook his head and reached for his communications baton. Sayeed appeared in the room, sitting on a chair. "Hey! What can I do for you?"
"We need directions for 56th and Valar." Leon said.
"You forget to ask where it was again, huh?" the computer genius asked, looking at Orias, who chuckled, raising his shoulders. "Ok. Their in you car now Leon."
"Thanks, but we need them to be in Orias' car." Leon said.
"Oh. Ok it's done." The elf replied. "Good luck!"
Leon closed the baton and returned to observing the meeting. This was good, he though, we're on the trail. He wanted to tell his son the good news, but remembered that his son didn't have a baton; he would have to get him one. Stupid orcs, it took them five minutes just to say hello and introduce themselves. This would take too long; they would have to investigate this mansion thing now. "Wei!" he called. Commander Wei walked over; he had some orange juice in his hand. "I need you to check out this mansion. Think you can handle it?"
"Yup! Leave it to me." The elf replied, anxiously. He really hated the stupid meeting, anyway. He took to silver handguns, checked to see if they were set to stun and put them in his shoulder holster. "I'm taking Orias' car right?"
Orias nodded, threw him the keys and said: "Be careful with her, though!"
After assuring Orias he would treat his car as if it were a newborn, he was on his way. He punched in the address on the G.P.A. and in fifteen minutes he was standing outside the huge abandoned mansion. Wei pulled out a head seat from his pocket and adjusted it in his ear. "Come in Sayeed. Do you read?"
"Loud and clear." Responded Sayeed from the Special Ops chamber. "Good luck, Wei!"
"Thanks!" with this last conversation the elf put his hands in his pockets and went towards the eerie building. The mansion was down right creepy; it was covered in think green moss and ivy. It's once white walls were, slowly deteriorating beneath the plants and its once clear windows were covered in thick dust and many lay broken. The big front door was made of ash, with stainless steel knobs that were all but stainless. Wei turned on the night vision on his glasses and pulled out the gun from his left holster with his right hand; with the other he slowly gripped the door knob and twisted it. He pointed the gun at the nothingness in the dark house. The commander checked for any activity; checking for life forms might have been a mistake considering the creature that Leon shot. Still nothing was picked up by his sensors; he held out his free hand and thought: Ostendo (reveal). A beam of red light shot out from his hand, and a trickle of sweat trickled by his temple. There was no sign of magic either, but when the beam was pointed at the staircase a green path was revealed by the magic. Then suddenly and small sign of movement was revealed at the top of the stairs; the elf could hear small rapid footsteps. Only a rat. Still, he went slowly up the stairs, checking every corner for any type of clue. He discovered that this floor was actually circular and surrounded some other sort of room, probably. At the end opposing the staircase he discovered a door with; he checked to see if his gun was in order and his ears picked up something. He immediately shot the ceiling and pointed the beam at it; small trickles of green powder were floating down to the ground. Looked like the same type as the one in the locker room, so that meant there was a high possibility that this was the house they were looking for. "Sayeed come in." he whispered.
"Sayeed here."
"I think this is it. I just shot something and it left the same powder behind, as the thing in the locker room."
"Ok good. Keep your ears up, Wei."
"Roger."
The commander switched to X-ray vision on his glasses, and looked through the door. There was something round, in the middle of the chamber sitting on a short pedestal, and two elves moving around it; another object was a floating pillow with a sword on it. More magically created creatures. That wasn't good he would have to find another way in. He looked to the ceiling, then back inside the room; no way in. The commander took the glasses of and concentrated hard; he could hear their breaths. Ten of them all circled around; he checked the door for magic and kicked it open, with his eyes closed. He shot five rounds at the breaths and heard something coming fast; he dodged and fired five more rounds. One bounced of something and he knew this was the elf with the prophecy. He opened his eyes to find, an elf laying on the floor and eight mounds of the magical dust around the pedestal. A tall elf with a black hooded cloak stood facing the M.C.P.A. agent; there was no use trying to shoot him. Two menacingly glowing red eyes could be seen underneath the hood. The commander walked boldly toward this elf with his gun pointed at his head; his other hand was behind his back a spell ready.
"Welcome." Said a deep voice, from underneath the hood. "I've been expecting you."
The commander knew this trick and played along; he opened his eyes in surprise and the figure laughed menacingly. "What do you want?"
"Ha, ha!" see for yourself, the figure responded pointing an armored hand towards the orb. The commander gazed and pretended to strike his hair back behind his ear, but actually photographing the words inside the orb. He made sure he would remember the prophecy so he read it twice to memorize it. "I suppose you'll want to leave now."
"If you don't mind."
"Unfortunately for you, I do." After he finished, hundreds of dark crouching figures appeared out of the ground. Their white eyes were starring at him from all corners, their sharp fangs were dripping with blue saliva and their claws were as long as your index finger. "You see, the prophecy has given my unlimited power, which I will use to. well, you've read the prophecy. I hope your friend's son will enjoy his stay down here, while he can. Once I'm ready, none of you will." He finished his little speech and gave of a hollow laugh and disappeared.
Loser, thought Wei to himself. He jumped to the ceiling flipped backwards and shouted: Anullo Acerbus Magus (obliterate dark magic). The creatures disintegrated, powder and all. He ran back to the car and zoomed away from the mansion. "Sayeed?" he called, his hands shacking slightly from the excitement.
"You Ok?" asked Sayeed, sounding a little worried.
"Yeah I'm fine and I think I got the prophecy too. This guy seems to easy, better be on high alert."
"Good job!" Sayeed congratulated him. "Send it over."
Wei activated a small machine next to the stereo and scanned the glasses with a green laser. "You get that?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna send it to Leon and see what he thinks, you better get back over there too."
"I'm on my way. Oh and send some one to pick up this guy that I shot. I put another spell on him, to make sure. See ya." The car was soon back at the bar; it was about ten o'clock now. That search took a lot longer then he expected. Wei checked for strangers and activated the trap door. Inside Leon, Orias and the other elves were still observing the meeting. Orias had dozed off on Leon's shoulder with his mouth wide open; Leon spun around to look at the new visitor and knocked Orias to the floor and woke him up abruptly. "I'm back."
"Good job!" Leon congratulated him, patting him on the shoulder. "Sayeed sent it to us."
Orias got up and congratulated him by punching him in the ribs.
"So what do you make of it, Leon?" asked Wei looking serious again.
"Not sure." Said Leon, shacking his head. "I need to look at it more closely. We've busy with the meeting."
"Yeah." Said Orias, sarcastically. "So did you shoot anybody?"
"Yup." Nodded Wei. "Shot some of those things that Leon saw in the locker room and I shot the guy's elf servants. I obliterated about a hundred too."
"You use the old flip-of-the-ceiling-and-obliterate trick?"
"Yeah, it was really fun." This was a lie for the most part. It was fun now, but when he was in the air performing that move, that was the last thing on his mind. "So what have you guys learned?"
"Ask Leon, I fell asleep after the first five minutes of this "meeting"." Orias replied, yawning.
"We pretty much just found out about this whole army this guy's planning on recruiting and building." Leon replied.
"Which is?" asked Wei again, even more anxious then before.
"Lot's of orcs, some of those black thingies, some trolls and he hopes to get some drows. Oh and he plans on making some barlogs."
"Isn't that impossible?" Orias joined in.
"Yup, even for him. Idiot didn't put it in his prophecy so he can't. Have to be really stupid to even try." Leon chuckled.
Wei started laughing. "He was gonna try and make Maiar?"
They laughed for a while at the stupidity of this "prophet" and then returned to the meeting. If you're wondering what a Maiar is you'll find out right now: the elves know that Iluvatar created the Valar and Maiar before time and showed them visions of the future. The Maiar were lesser of degree than the Valar and were meant to serve and aid them. They were then sent into the world and created Ea (The World that Is), for the Firstborn and Second born to live in. There were originally eight Valar; but because Merlock chose to be evil and rule everything and be called lord, he was separated from the Valar and he hated them deeply. The Valar would build and Merlock would destroy; the Maiar were also in the world and they were loyally to the Valar. Some were loyal to Merlock and others were corrupted by him; of these were Valaraukar or barlogs. When the elves or Firstborn were awoken in Middle-Earth, the Powers knew that Merlock would try and destroy or corrupt them. The problem was Merlock discovered that the elves had awoken before the Valar and began drawing some of them towards the darkness. It is believed that in the darkness of Utumno, stronghold of Merlock, these elves were corrupted and mutilated and turned into the race of orcs. The Valar fought and captured Merlock and cast him into the prison of Mandos, from which no one could escape. From that day on he despised the elves, for they were the reason of his downfall. Then the Valar turned to the elves and decided it was time they joined the Valar in Valinor. They were split into parties and all went well with the first two parties, but the last one was left behind, for ages. They built marvelous ports and cities along the eastern coast and lived peacefully; finally they too departed and joined their race in Valinor and lived peacefully, but their hearts were soon filled with grief and they wanted to return to Middle- Earth. (This is the part I make up; the rest is in J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Silmarillion") Merlock won back the trust of his brethren and returned to Middle-Earth where he would plan his vengeance. One of the mightiest of elves was named Feanor and he knew what Merlock was planning. So the elves gathered an army and returned to Middle-Earth where they overthrew Merlock, which was now known as Morgoth. By this time the race of men was new to the world, but they too helped destroy Morgoth. The rest is history; the war for the Ring of Power and the alliance against Sauron, ect.
Returning to the story; the meeting was finally over and the three elven commanders were ready to return to headquarters and report what they had found out. They were walking towards the car when they heard something sneaking around on the roof close to the bar. Its breath was very heavy and long; orcs. They backed up against the wall under the roof so as not to be seen. An orc head popped up and they all shot it; the pain from the three shots made the creature howl in pain and fall of the roof and into a pile of garbage.
"Quick into the car." Whispered Leon, to his crew and they all obeyed hastily.
Orias slammed the acceleration pedal and they zoomed out of the alley and sped up the street. After about five blocks of clear driving they met a barrage made by numerous orc vehicles. Wei and Leon shot out the window; Leon had to have it on manual, since the weapon only interacted with his helmet. He still got all of them though, to the disappointment of Wei. Orias activated an energy field installed on all M.C.P.A. personnel vehicles, only. They blasted through the barrage and were soon in front of headquarters.
"Wandered what that was about?" asked Orias, walking swiftly into the station.
"I don't know. I just hope we didn't blow the guys' cover back at the bar." Replied Wei, adjusting his guns in his shoulder holsters.
"Yeah." Agreed Leon. "Let's report to Widow. I wanna' go home."
They walked into the dimly lit station and into the office of General Drake Widow. "Congratulations team." Said Widow, getting up from behind his desk. "Rasool showed me that prophecy. You better tell your son about it, Leon."
"Can't, he's at school."
"I see." Said the general, scratching his chin. "Don't they have some sort of parent conference soon?"
"Oh yeah. I remember when my parents used to go to that thing." Said Orias gazing into abyss, thinking of his childhood memories.
"If you say so. I'll get in touch with my wife, when I get home. What should we do before this little conference?"
"I already put everyone on high alert and we're interrogating that elf you shot earlier." The general finished pointing at Wei.
"Glad I could be of service, general." Replied Wei, taking a bow.
"Um, I don't mean to be rude, or anything." interrupted Orias. "But can we go home? I'm getting really tired."
"You've certainly earned that." agreed the general. "Be extra vigilant men." He finished as they were walking to their cars.
"Good night, guys." Said Leon. They said their good nights and were off to their homes. It took Leon about five minutes to get home, now that there was little traffic. He switched on the home security system, to be safe and climbed slowly into bed where, his wife was sleeping peacefully. He kissed her gently on the cheek and fell asleep as soon as he put his head down. Can't wait to tell Roby the good news, were his last thoughts, and he was soon sleeping peacefully next to his wife in his quiet home.
Leon Black was driving in blue chrome car; the holo-phone was on and the face of Sayeed Rasool appeared in between the driver seat and passenger seat.
"What's up Sayeed?" asked the commander.
"This stupid prophecy." He responded pounding on something. "I was only able to pinpoint who it would hit. This guy is good Leon; he wanted us to know who it would hit but not who he was or what the prophecy said. Your going to have to do a little digging; Wei and Orias are on their way."
The commander nodded and closed the holo-phone. And focused on the road; he pressed the acceleration pedal and the car sped through the others. A siren blared behind the blue car and the commander sighed deeply. He hated it when patrol cars stopped him; he held a badge out the open window and the siren stopped. The commander shook his head in pity of the patrol elves idiocy and continued towards the M.C.P.A headquarters. He really didn't like patrol cops; for that matter he really didn't like any other cop besides him and his crew. He finally arrived at the headquarters and went to change into his suit when he saw something going around the corner of the locker room. He drew his gun and followed, using his natural born elvish instincts to tip-toe behind it. He opened the newly installed corner-cam and looked around the corner; a tall dark figure was crouching low, on all fours sniffing the air. Then it stopped and turned around quickly and the commander fired; nothing was left on the floor but a black powder that was smoking slightly. The other agents poured into the locker room to see what was going on.
"What happened?" whispered one.
"Out of the way, out of the way!" General Drake was shoving the agents aside, and making his way to Leon. "What happened here Commander?"
Leon was still starring at the powder. "Get Sayeed in here." He finally said.
"I said report Commander! Now!" bellowed the General.
"This thing was sneaking around so I shot it." the Commander replied coldly. "Now please call Sayeed so he analyze this powder."
"Very good." The General cleared his throat in a rather embarrassed way. He went out of the room and shortly returned with Sayeed, Orias and Wei. "We need you to analyze that Rasool, on the double."
"Yes sir!"
"The rest of you return to your jobs." Yelled the General, turning to the crowd still assembled in the locker room. In the meantime, Sayeed had already scooped up a small sample and put it in a plastic bag. He signaled for them to follow in his lab, where he placed the sample in a strange machine. The results came out:
"It's blank." Said the elf, looking blankly at the small piece of paper.
"So it's all magic?" suggested Wei.
"More like all prophecy." Added Orias.
"You know what that means." Said Leon. They all nodded, knowing that they would have to search for the prophecy in the entire city. Could take days, even weeks, to find the information. They all suited up and went to a car.
"Um, shouldn't we go a little more undercover?" suggested Wei.
They looked at their uniforms and at the police car; both had M.C.P.A. written on them in bold print. They would get shot down as soon as they even enter the bad neighborhoods. They retuned to the locker room and changed to their normal clothes, but coated with an anti-bullet spell, only M.C.P.A. agents knew. Sayeed gave them smaller guns (except Leon's, which was compact) and sunglasses that all the functions of their helmet visor. They got into Orias' car, because it was the fastest and were off to the neighborhoods, downtown. In this area, many dwarf and goblin fights took place; there were always undercover agents working here. Normal elves and higher ranked dwarfs lived uptown where everything was peaceful. The downtown neighborhood had been where Leon and his crew had arrested most of the orc overlords. They got out next to a bar, crowded with rusting vehicles out side it. Inside there was a big fight going on, one of the normal orcs had challenged Urk-uk, one of the orc kingpins. The winner would be the new kingpin. Urk-uk was on the floor, dark-blue blood all over his body; the other orc was pounding him in the stomach. The kingpin punched the lesser orc flat in his crooked nose, launching him across the room; he gave a loud shriek and jumped on the challenger and bit his neck artery, ripping it apart. Urk-uk lifted the dead orc and shrieked; the bar started chanting: "Urk-uk, Urk-uk!" The agents walked over to the bartender; an elf with a deep scar across his left eye, which was a foggy white.
"Wha' can I getch'ya?" he asked in a horse voice.
"Three ales, on the rocks." That was the code.
"Right away." Said the bartender. At this Orias got up and went into the bathroom; here he got into the third stool and knocked gently on the tenth tile from the right. The toilet seat disappeared and a deep hole took its place; the elf jumped in and slid down into a chamber full of undercover agents.
The bartender came walking to him his scar disappeared magically and his eerie eye returned to normal. "Good to see you again, Orias. I trust you're here for the prophecy?"
Orias nodded. "What do you have for me?" he asked eagerly.
The barkeep shook his head. "Nothing, unfortunately. There's a big meeting tomorrow though, we should be able to obtain some information then."
"Do you know where the prophecy came from?" he asked again.
"We got a really week reading. You should wait until the meeting though." Said an elf mounted on a chair, in front of a complicated computer system. Orias sighed deeply; he really hated to wait.
"Well thanks!" he said, walking away through a hidden doorway. He rejoined his friends and told them what he knew. "What should we do?" he asked Leon.
"We wait, here over night." The elf said, looking at Wei. "You go to Leech and see what you can find."
"Oh, no! Not Leech." He hated Leech more than he did waiting. "Can't you or Wei go? You know we hate each other."
"Duty comes first." The commander said, the warm glow in his eye disappearing. "Put your differences aside for once."
Orias sighed with regret and got up. He hated Leech; that crazy witch, he thought. Leech was and undercover agent, that was very deep in her work. Orias liked to enjoy life and experience every waking moment of it. Leech just couldn't; she always got so involved she forgot to live her own life. She was too. human like. Elves were hard workers, but they always listened to the wind and the voices of the leaves from time to time. But not Leech; she would get so involved in a job she would forget everything else. When her mother died she was on a case the day before the funeral; she didn't show, because she was "doing her job". Orias hated her ever since and got a knot in his throat whenever he heard her name. She was good at whatever she attempted to do, except living her life; maybe that was because she never really did attempt to live her own life. He was so upset he missed her street. She lived in an old apartment building during this job; she was supposed to be a healer for a gang of orcs. Once she was alone with them she could expose them for the crimes they did by controlling their weak minds. He knocked on an old wooden door with a lion head knob that had been handled so many times it looked like the lion had a snout. A female elf with dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes opened the door; she looked very young and noticeably shorter than Orias. A gang of orcs followed, their long, primitive hands almost touching the ground.
"Who're you?" an uglier one asked.
"Drow triad." Orias answered starring the orc down. This was the usual excuse when dealing with any criminals.
"You certainly don't look like a drow." Another replied.
"Well perhaps you'd like a demonstration?" Orias said, his voice rising and his hands turning into fists.
The orcs backed down looking terrified by this tall figure. "All right!" the ugly one finally brought up the courage to say. "But you better wait your turn!"
"I don't like to wait." The elf said slowly.
Leech was looking at him her green eyes open with anger. "That's all right gentleman." She said. She looked awkward standing between the orcs. "He'll wait." She then slammed the door and returned to tending the orc gang leader. About half an hour later the gang walked out starring menacingly at the elf. Leech was standing in the doorway her arms crossed; he got up from the step he was standing on and entered the dirty apartment.
"Messy aren't you?" Orias asked.
"Shut up!" she replied coldly, looking disgusted. "What in Namo's (elvish God of the dead) name do you want?"
"The prophecy." He replied with the same heir of coldness. "What do you know about it?"
She kept starring at him. "I'm not telling you anything." She said firmly.
"If you value your job you will. Oh, wait! Don't answer that. Of course you do."
She kept her ground but was as frightened as a raven facing a hawk. Her eyes turned to glace; she knew he was trying to open old wounds. "I told you I was just doing my job."
"Yeah of being the best PIECE OF TRASH you could possibly be!" he yelled at her. "A barlog has a bigger heart than you!"
She was crying hard by this time, she sunk to the ground and wept in her palms. Orias was breathing hard and starring at her, not one trace of pity could be found in his expression. "I'm sorry." She whispered slowly.
Orias expression lightened. "What did you say?"
"I said I'm sorry! I know I should have gone to mom's funeral." She looked at him; her eyes were big and watery. "I'm not going to make any more excuses."
"Filthy orcs." Orias breathed out. "I don't understand how you could work with them?"
"You know they killed."
"Shut up!" she screamed. Orias jumped back; she was rocking from side to side, with her hands over her ears. "I'm not listening!" she yelled.
Orias sighed. "Look sis' I'm sorry too. I know I should have been better to you. If you want to I'll leave you alone and won't talk to the General about it."
She looked up at him; her watery eyes were turning red around the iris. She got up and hugged him, crying hysterically on his shoulder. Orias patted his sister slowly on the back. Fifteen minutes later, he had made some tea for them to drink. "Do you and your friends still call me Leech?" she asked.
"Yeah." Orias admitted, shamefully. "I'm sorry I hated you so much before Nyssa. I won't call you Leech any more."
She smiled. "Thanks."
They stood the entire night talking about child hood memories and slowly fell asleep with a smile on their faces, on the ripped couch. Orias communications baton rang in his pocket. He woke up abruptly and opened it quickly and Leon sprang into life in Nyssa's filthy living room.
"Orias where've you been?" he asked. "It's nearly one o'clock. The meeting is about to start. What did you get from Leech?"
"Don't call her that." Orias said, offended. Nyssa laughed gently; Leon turned around and she waved at him. "Look, we don't hate each other any more. It took us this while to make up. Sorry."
"Hurry up please. See ya'! Nice seeing you again Lee- I mean Nyssa." With that the hologram was absorbed back into the small baton.
"About the prophecy." Nyssa began. "I really don't know anything about it. But I do know where you can get some info. You know that old abandoned mansion on 56th with Valar? I heard some of the orcs talking about something about lords, dominion, army of darkness, things like that."
"Thanks sis'." Orias said smiling. "Good to know we're friends again." With that he left and was driving towards the bar where the big orc meeting was being held. He wondered what that old mansion would hide and if it was really the place they were looking for or a wild goose chase. He parked outside the dark bar; he went around the back and flipped open the garbage can. The putrid smell was enough to kill a wild horse; he scowled and reached inside with one hand, using the other to cover his nose. Click! Orias was able to find and press a button somewhere inside the pile of garbage (every garbage day they would switch it to some new piece of garbage); a small circular trap door opened and he jumped in. Air was rushing on his face and into his sensitive years, until he finally reached the bottom, where his crew and the other agents were waiting for the meeting to start. "What did I miss?" he whispered stepping next to his friends.
"Meeting's just about to start." Wei informed him. "What did you find out from your sister?"
"She's not sure, but she thinks there might be something happening at this old mansion on 56th and Valar."
"And do you know where this is?" Leon asked, already knowing the answer.
"Well."
Leon shook his head and reached for his communications baton. Sayeed appeared in the room, sitting on a chair. "Hey! What can I do for you?"
"We need directions for 56th and Valar." Leon said.
"You forget to ask where it was again, huh?" the computer genius asked, looking at Orias, who chuckled, raising his shoulders. "Ok. Their in you car now Leon."
"Thanks, but we need them to be in Orias' car." Leon said.
"Oh. Ok it's done." The elf replied. "Good luck!"
Leon closed the baton and returned to observing the meeting. This was good, he though, we're on the trail. He wanted to tell his son the good news, but remembered that his son didn't have a baton; he would have to get him one. Stupid orcs, it took them five minutes just to say hello and introduce themselves. This would take too long; they would have to investigate this mansion thing now. "Wei!" he called. Commander Wei walked over; he had some orange juice in his hand. "I need you to check out this mansion. Think you can handle it?"
"Yup! Leave it to me." The elf replied, anxiously. He really hated the stupid meeting, anyway. He took to silver handguns, checked to see if they were set to stun and put them in his shoulder holster. "I'm taking Orias' car right?"
Orias nodded, threw him the keys and said: "Be careful with her, though!"
After assuring Orias he would treat his car as if it were a newborn, he was on his way. He punched in the address on the G.P.A. and in fifteen minutes he was standing outside the huge abandoned mansion. Wei pulled out a head seat from his pocket and adjusted it in his ear. "Come in Sayeed. Do you read?"
"Loud and clear." Responded Sayeed from the Special Ops chamber. "Good luck, Wei!"
"Thanks!" with this last conversation the elf put his hands in his pockets and went towards the eerie building. The mansion was down right creepy; it was covered in think green moss and ivy. It's once white walls were, slowly deteriorating beneath the plants and its once clear windows were covered in thick dust and many lay broken. The big front door was made of ash, with stainless steel knobs that were all but stainless. Wei turned on the night vision on his glasses and pulled out the gun from his left holster with his right hand; with the other he slowly gripped the door knob and twisted it. He pointed the gun at the nothingness in the dark house. The commander checked for any activity; checking for life forms might have been a mistake considering the creature that Leon shot. Still nothing was picked up by his sensors; he held out his free hand and thought: Ostendo (reveal). A beam of red light shot out from his hand, and a trickle of sweat trickled by his temple. There was no sign of magic either, but when the beam was pointed at the staircase a green path was revealed by the magic. Then suddenly and small sign of movement was revealed at the top of the stairs; the elf could hear small rapid footsteps. Only a rat. Still, he went slowly up the stairs, checking every corner for any type of clue. He discovered that this floor was actually circular and surrounded some other sort of room, probably. At the end opposing the staircase he discovered a door with; he checked to see if his gun was in order and his ears picked up something. He immediately shot the ceiling and pointed the beam at it; small trickles of green powder were floating down to the ground. Looked like the same type as the one in the locker room, so that meant there was a high possibility that this was the house they were looking for. "Sayeed come in." he whispered.
"Sayeed here."
"I think this is it. I just shot something and it left the same powder behind, as the thing in the locker room."
"Ok good. Keep your ears up, Wei."
"Roger."
The commander switched to X-ray vision on his glasses, and looked through the door. There was something round, in the middle of the chamber sitting on a short pedestal, and two elves moving around it; another object was a floating pillow with a sword on it. More magically created creatures. That wasn't good he would have to find another way in. He looked to the ceiling, then back inside the room; no way in. The commander took the glasses of and concentrated hard; he could hear their breaths. Ten of them all circled around; he checked the door for magic and kicked it open, with his eyes closed. He shot five rounds at the breaths and heard something coming fast; he dodged and fired five more rounds. One bounced of something and he knew this was the elf with the prophecy. He opened his eyes to find, an elf laying on the floor and eight mounds of the magical dust around the pedestal. A tall elf with a black hooded cloak stood facing the M.C.P.A. agent; there was no use trying to shoot him. Two menacingly glowing red eyes could be seen underneath the hood. The commander walked boldly toward this elf with his gun pointed at his head; his other hand was behind his back a spell ready.
"Welcome." Said a deep voice, from underneath the hood. "I've been expecting you."
The commander knew this trick and played along; he opened his eyes in surprise and the figure laughed menacingly. "What do you want?"
"Ha, ha!" see for yourself, the figure responded pointing an armored hand towards the orb. The commander gazed and pretended to strike his hair back behind his ear, but actually photographing the words inside the orb. He made sure he would remember the prophecy so he read it twice to memorize it. "I suppose you'll want to leave now."
"If you don't mind."
"Unfortunately for you, I do." After he finished, hundreds of dark crouching figures appeared out of the ground. Their white eyes were starring at him from all corners, their sharp fangs were dripping with blue saliva and their claws were as long as your index finger. "You see, the prophecy has given my unlimited power, which I will use to. well, you've read the prophecy. I hope your friend's son will enjoy his stay down here, while he can. Once I'm ready, none of you will." He finished his little speech and gave of a hollow laugh and disappeared.
Loser, thought Wei to himself. He jumped to the ceiling flipped backwards and shouted: Anullo Acerbus Magus (obliterate dark magic). The creatures disintegrated, powder and all. He ran back to the car and zoomed away from the mansion. "Sayeed?" he called, his hands shacking slightly from the excitement.
"You Ok?" asked Sayeed, sounding a little worried.
"Yeah I'm fine and I think I got the prophecy too. This guy seems to easy, better be on high alert."
"Good job!" Sayeed congratulated him. "Send it over."
Wei activated a small machine next to the stereo and scanned the glasses with a green laser. "You get that?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna send it to Leon and see what he thinks, you better get back over there too."
"I'm on my way. Oh and send some one to pick up this guy that I shot. I put another spell on him, to make sure. See ya." The car was soon back at the bar; it was about ten o'clock now. That search took a lot longer then he expected. Wei checked for strangers and activated the trap door. Inside Leon, Orias and the other elves were still observing the meeting. Orias had dozed off on Leon's shoulder with his mouth wide open; Leon spun around to look at the new visitor and knocked Orias to the floor and woke him up abruptly. "I'm back."
"Good job!" Leon congratulated him, patting him on the shoulder. "Sayeed sent it to us."
Orias got up and congratulated him by punching him in the ribs.
"So what do you make of it, Leon?" asked Wei looking serious again.
"Not sure." Said Leon, shacking his head. "I need to look at it more closely. We've busy with the meeting."
"Yeah." Said Orias, sarcastically. "So did you shoot anybody?"
"Yup." Nodded Wei. "Shot some of those things that Leon saw in the locker room and I shot the guy's elf servants. I obliterated about a hundred too."
"You use the old flip-of-the-ceiling-and-obliterate trick?"
"Yeah, it was really fun." This was a lie for the most part. It was fun now, but when he was in the air performing that move, that was the last thing on his mind. "So what have you guys learned?"
"Ask Leon, I fell asleep after the first five minutes of this "meeting"." Orias replied, yawning.
"We pretty much just found out about this whole army this guy's planning on recruiting and building." Leon replied.
"Which is?" asked Wei again, even more anxious then before.
"Lot's of orcs, some of those black thingies, some trolls and he hopes to get some drows. Oh and he plans on making some barlogs."
"Isn't that impossible?" Orias joined in.
"Yup, even for him. Idiot didn't put it in his prophecy so he can't. Have to be really stupid to even try." Leon chuckled.
Wei started laughing. "He was gonna try and make Maiar?"
They laughed for a while at the stupidity of this "prophet" and then returned to the meeting. If you're wondering what a Maiar is you'll find out right now: the elves know that Iluvatar created the Valar and Maiar before time and showed them visions of the future. The Maiar were lesser of degree than the Valar and were meant to serve and aid them. They were then sent into the world and created Ea (The World that Is), for the Firstborn and Second born to live in. There were originally eight Valar; but because Merlock chose to be evil and rule everything and be called lord, he was separated from the Valar and he hated them deeply. The Valar would build and Merlock would destroy; the Maiar were also in the world and they were loyally to the Valar. Some were loyal to Merlock and others were corrupted by him; of these were Valaraukar or barlogs. When the elves or Firstborn were awoken in Middle-Earth, the Powers knew that Merlock would try and destroy or corrupt them. The problem was Merlock discovered that the elves had awoken before the Valar and began drawing some of them towards the darkness. It is believed that in the darkness of Utumno, stronghold of Merlock, these elves were corrupted and mutilated and turned into the race of orcs. The Valar fought and captured Merlock and cast him into the prison of Mandos, from which no one could escape. From that day on he despised the elves, for they were the reason of his downfall. Then the Valar turned to the elves and decided it was time they joined the Valar in Valinor. They were split into parties and all went well with the first two parties, but the last one was left behind, for ages. They built marvelous ports and cities along the eastern coast and lived peacefully; finally they too departed and joined their race in Valinor and lived peacefully, but their hearts were soon filled with grief and they wanted to return to Middle- Earth. (This is the part I make up; the rest is in J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Silmarillion") Merlock won back the trust of his brethren and returned to Middle-Earth where he would plan his vengeance. One of the mightiest of elves was named Feanor and he knew what Merlock was planning. So the elves gathered an army and returned to Middle-Earth where they overthrew Merlock, which was now known as Morgoth. By this time the race of men was new to the world, but they too helped destroy Morgoth. The rest is history; the war for the Ring of Power and the alliance against Sauron, ect.
Returning to the story; the meeting was finally over and the three elven commanders were ready to return to headquarters and report what they had found out. They were walking towards the car when they heard something sneaking around on the roof close to the bar. Its breath was very heavy and long; orcs. They backed up against the wall under the roof so as not to be seen. An orc head popped up and they all shot it; the pain from the three shots made the creature howl in pain and fall of the roof and into a pile of garbage.
"Quick into the car." Whispered Leon, to his crew and they all obeyed hastily.
Orias slammed the acceleration pedal and they zoomed out of the alley and sped up the street. After about five blocks of clear driving they met a barrage made by numerous orc vehicles. Wei and Leon shot out the window; Leon had to have it on manual, since the weapon only interacted with his helmet. He still got all of them though, to the disappointment of Wei. Orias activated an energy field installed on all M.C.P.A. personnel vehicles, only. They blasted through the barrage and were soon in front of headquarters.
"Wandered what that was about?" asked Orias, walking swiftly into the station.
"I don't know. I just hope we didn't blow the guys' cover back at the bar." Replied Wei, adjusting his guns in his shoulder holsters.
"Yeah." Agreed Leon. "Let's report to Widow. I wanna' go home."
They walked into the dimly lit station and into the office of General Drake Widow. "Congratulations team." Said Widow, getting up from behind his desk. "Rasool showed me that prophecy. You better tell your son about it, Leon."
"Can't, he's at school."
"I see." Said the general, scratching his chin. "Don't they have some sort of parent conference soon?"
"Oh yeah. I remember when my parents used to go to that thing." Said Orias gazing into abyss, thinking of his childhood memories.
"If you say so. I'll get in touch with my wife, when I get home. What should we do before this little conference?"
"I already put everyone on high alert and we're interrogating that elf you shot earlier." The general finished pointing at Wei.
"Glad I could be of service, general." Replied Wei, taking a bow.
"Um, I don't mean to be rude, or anything." interrupted Orias. "But can we go home? I'm getting really tired."
"You've certainly earned that." agreed the general. "Be extra vigilant men." He finished as they were walking to their cars.
"Good night, guys." Said Leon. They said their good nights and were off to their homes. It took Leon about five minutes to get home, now that there was little traffic. He switched on the home security system, to be safe and climbed slowly into bed where, his wife was sleeping peacefully. He kissed her gently on the cheek and fell asleep as soon as he put his head down. Can't wait to tell Roby the good news, were his last thoughts, and he was soon sleeping peacefully next to his wife in his quiet home.
