Flight of the Katana
Chapter 3: Assembly
Year 2457
San entered school the usual way. He went into his class, and to his usual corner. The teacher came in and announced that there would be a public announcement. So the children lined up and walked/wheeled to the auditorium single file. When all the kids were sat down (San in the corner because he had a wheelchair) a man in a grey suit walked onto the stage and up to the mic. He wasn't there principal what was he doing here? "Children" the man started. "Life is a fickle thing, it can be here, it can be there. It can be given, and it can be taken away. Life can be short life can be long. Life can be good it can be bad." Everybody including the teachers looked puzzled.
"My name is Dallas Mcnoth, I'm a crime lord". Mumbles, and murmurs flew threw the crowd. San wheeled off into the farthest corner were it was very dark. Dallas continued. "Please don't be alarmed children this is just a precaution. Just as he finished that sentence two dozen men came through the double doors. The men were wearing black masks Kevlar jackets and brandishing old style guns such as: Mac 11's, M 4's, and customized Socom pistols. Screams and crying swept over the crowd. San stayed in the dark corner patient yet still scared. None of the terrorists noticed him back in that small corner. The man started talking again, yet this time it was different. Dallas was talking through a mic that led to speakers outside. "All we ask for is that our fellow comrades be released from jail. Is that to much to ask? Fulfill this request within 18hours or we will shoot every civilian child and teacher down." Cries and screams grew louder; teachers tried to comfort the children but also ended up crying. 2hours passed.
San kept alert for two hours, of nonstop crying. Terrorists paced through the crowd. Unbeknownst to San, the grill of the vent behind him snapped off. Before the grill could hit the ground a pair of hands with red fingerless gloves caught it. A dark shadowy figure dropped down behind San. A hand with a handkerchief descended from the shadows and over San's mouth. San struggled for a moment then faded into sleep. The figure peered over San's wheelchair, and mumbled in an Australian voice. "Hmm, interesting". Two more figures dropped silently out of the vent onto the floor. The other figures joined up with their comrade in staring at the 8 year old child. "He's perfect for the project". Said a woman's voice. "No Lit, he will be perfect". said a black man. "Ay!" started the man with the Australian voice. "We aunt getting paid to sit around, staring at a natural disaster here. Lets get to work. The woman picked up San and placed her mouth over what looked like a watch. "Hey Dis, we got us a specimen for the "Project". Another pair of hands with red fingerless gloves descended from the vent. The woman handed San to the hands.