Chapter 3: The Bitter & Sweet Taste of Revenge
Lucas's POV
I was driving the submarine. Jetting past the glimmering schools of fish and gushing past the coral reefs. It was a wonderful sight. I looked down at Haley's unconscious body.
Damn that job took a toll on her... She never passed out before. I patted her head and covered her with a thick heavy blanket. She was starting to stir up awake.
"Uh... what happened?" asked Haley timidly.
"You passed out... you got the job done, though... I'm proud of you," I said. God, I am so corny. She smiled and said thanks.
We continued the journey back to the MICR (AN: Major International Crime Relations) base. Once we arrived, we took the submarine and parked it underwater. Then we met with the president of US.
"So glad of you to meet us, Mr. Roe and Ms. James... Please take a seat," said the president.
We obliged and sunk into the velvet seats. Awww... they feel so good. Mental note: become president and buy these damn good chairs.
"Well it was a pleasure to be an acquaintance," piped in Haley. God, she could be such a suck up. I just smirked.
"O no, the pleasure is mine Ms. James. You two are doing your country a great deed. But there is something else we want you to do..." started the president.
"Go on..." I said.
"Well, according to intelligence reports the UC (AN: Union of Crime) are starting a Government Genocide Project. I think you know who thought of this disdainfully heinous idea..."
Haley and I looked at each other. It was Dan Scott, we knew this would happen again.
"Well, considering the past experiences of both of you, we thought you would contemplate our offer. We would like you to help us spy on their base that is being built especially for this project."
Again, Haley and I looked at each other.
"Their base we have found to be in a North Carolina town, called Tree Hill. Desolate area, small town folk... that kind of place. We believe he has picked this town for a reason. A reason that we do not know yet. We are hoping that you can help us find out about it. We need to stop it from being built. We need to stop this project. We need your help to do that."
Once he finished his proposition, he just looked at us. My hands were sweaty and coiled around the velvet of the chair. I just kept picturing my mom...
FLASHBACK
They went to Colombia for some mission and I was lonely. I had fallen asleep on my parent's bed.
I was dreaming about this vineyard filled with rows of grapes. Rich purple grapes hung lusciously on the branches. I picked a tempting bunch and bit one juicily. The sweetness was bliss. My parents were sitting beside me and laughing in happiness.
Then the taste turned bitter. Horribly bitter. Like someone had just fed me Ajax. I started spitting and convulsing on the floor. I looked over at my parents. They were lying still, motionless. I prodded them with great effort, but they didn't move. Fear was all that the pain I felt. I stopped convulsing and lay there perfectly still.
As tears rolled down my cheeks, I looked at the vineyard. The grapes had turned disgustingly rotten. I looked around for help but found none. Then I saw a light pass through the vineyard. I starred into the light. It was blinding, yet healing. I looked next to me and saw Haley staring too. The grapes shriveled as the glorious beams of light glazed over them.
Then a new stalk appeared and was fresher than the original. I just looked at it confused.
I woke up at the sound of a phone ringing. I picked up the phone.
"Lucas..."
"What's wrong Hales?"
"They-they're gone... yours and mine... just gone..."
I broke down in tears at that very second. They had just left us. They never even said goodbye.
END OF FLASHBACK
I looked at Haley whose eyes were tinted with sorrow. I knew she was remembering that exact moment, too.
"We accept," I said slowly as I looked at Haley. Her head was facing down and her face pale. She nodded her head and looked at the president straight in the eye.
"Yes, we accept," she repeated. Her face was beaming with determination to avenge the death of our parents.
We were going to have our revenge. After a long harsh time, we were finally going to taste bitter yet sweet revenge. How I've wanted to see him fall. How I've waited for so long. And nothing is going to stop me.
Lucas's POV
I was driving the submarine. Jetting past the glimmering schools of fish and gushing past the coral reefs. It was a wonderful sight. I looked down at Haley's unconscious body.
Damn that job took a toll on her... She never passed out before. I patted her head and covered her with a thick heavy blanket. She was starting to stir up awake.
"Uh... what happened?" asked Haley timidly.
"You passed out... you got the job done, though... I'm proud of you," I said. God, I am so corny. She smiled and said thanks.
We continued the journey back to the MICR (AN: Major International Crime Relations) base. Once we arrived, we took the submarine and parked it underwater. Then we met with the president of US.
"So glad of you to meet us, Mr. Roe and Ms. James... Please take a seat," said the president.
We obliged and sunk into the velvet seats. Awww... they feel so good. Mental note: become president and buy these damn good chairs.
"Well it was a pleasure to be an acquaintance," piped in Haley. God, she could be such a suck up. I just smirked.
"O no, the pleasure is mine Ms. James. You two are doing your country a great deed. But there is something else we want you to do..." started the president.
"Go on..." I said.
"Well, according to intelligence reports the UC (AN: Union of Crime) are starting a Government Genocide Project. I think you know who thought of this disdainfully heinous idea..."
Haley and I looked at each other. It was Dan Scott, we knew this would happen again.
"Well, considering the past experiences of both of you, we thought you would contemplate our offer. We would like you to help us spy on their base that is being built especially for this project."
Again, Haley and I looked at each other.
"Their base we have found to be in a North Carolina town, called Tree Hill. Desolate area, small town folk... that kind of place. We believe he has picked this town for a reason. A reason that we do not know yet. We are hoping that you can help us find out about it. We need to stop it from being built. We need to stop this project. We need your help to do that."
Once he finished his proposition, he just looked at us. My hands were sweaty and coiled around the velvet of the chair. I just kept picturing my mom...
FLASHBACK
They went to Colombia for some mission and I was lonely. I had fallen asleep on my parent's bed.
I was dreaming about this vineyard filled with rows of grapes. Rich purple grapes hung lusciously on the branches. I picked a tempting bunch and bit one juicily. The sweetness was bliss. My parents were sitting beside me and laughing in happiness.
Then the taste turned bitter. Horribly bitter. Like someone had just fed me Ajax. I started spitting and convulsing on the floor. I looked over at my parents. They were lying still, motionless. I prodded them with great effort, but they didn't move. Fear was all that the pain I felt. I stopped convulsing and lay there perfectly still.
As tears rolled down my cheeks, I looked at the vineyard. The grapes had turned disgustingly rotten. I looked around for help but found none. Then I saw a light pass through the vineyard. I starred into the light. It was blinding, yet healing. I looked next to me and saw Haley staring too. The grapes shriveled as the glorious beams of light glazed over them.
Then a new stalk appeared and was fresher than the original. I just looked at it confused.
I woke up at the sound of a phone ringing. I picked up the phone.
"Lucas..."
"What's wrong Hales?"
"They-they're gone... yours and mine... just gone..."
I broke down in tears at that very second. They had just left us. They never even said goodbye.
END OF FLASHBACK
I looked at Haley whose eyes were tinted with sorrow. I knew she was remembering that exact moment, too.
"We accept," I said slowly as I looked at Haley. Her head was facing down and her face pale. She nodded her head and looked at the president straight in the eye.
"Yes, we accept," she repeated. Her face was beaming with determination to avenge the death of our parents.
We were going to have our revenge. After a long harsh time, we were finally going to taste bitter yet sweet revenge. How I've wanted to see him fall. How I've waited for so long. And nothing is going to stop me.