Chapter 22: MI6 vs. Marcus
"Alright, that's all the questions answered." The doctor spoke as he picked up all of his equipment and made his way towards the grey steel door in the big, bright, white room.
"Wait a minute, you didn't tell me what's going on here!" Stan shouted as the steel door firmly shut just as the doctor had left the room. The cuffs around Stan's legs had been removed and Stan dropped down onto the cold, white marble-like floor. He looked around to see what else was in the room, but there was nothing.
He walked up to one of the corners of the room where two walls of solid mirror glass met. For some odd reason, Stan thought it looked weird; as if there was something behind it. And just as he walked up to it, the mirrors seemed to disappear within a loud click as Stan was now looking into another white room of equal size. And right in front of him in that other room stood Kyle; looking straight at him and also shocked to have suddenly seen him.
"Kyle, is that you?" Stan asked in a very shocked tone of voice.
"Yeh dude, is that you too?" Kyle replied; like Stan, wearing nothing but a white pair of boxer shorts and his standing up red hair strongly contrasting against the blankness of the white walls behind him.
"Yeh……you in some kind of strange white room too?"
"Totally, God this room is weird. This doctor just came in and he started asking me all these weird questions and stuff."
"Whoa, that's just happened to me too!"
Two more sides of the four-way junction of mirrors clicked and disappeared to reveal Kenny and Cartman standing on other sides of the transparent glass. Each of them was in a separate identical white room; each wearing nothing but a pair of white boxer shorts and looking at one another in a state of shock and confusion.
"Where the hell do y'think we are?"
"Holy s---!" Kenny shouted. "What if we're actually dead!"
"We're not dead Kenny!" Kyle replied "We're just in some kind of big building."
"Right that's it…" Cartman began. "I've had enough of all this bull crap. I'm gunna break this glass wall down and find out what the f--- is going on 'round here."
"You're not gunna break it down Cartman!" Kyle immediately replied and shouted back.
"I am so!"
"You're not! You're too fat and stupid to break this down."
"Oh yeh, I bet'cha five bucks I can break this down."
"You're on fat boy!"
Cartman walked over to the far side of the room he was in and began charging towards the glass wall where the other three were standing and watching. He yelled just as anybody would when you were charging towards something. But like predicted Cartman hit the wall with his full force and fell over; clutching his head in pain. Of course, he didn't even put a dent or scratch on the glass wall.
"First of all, that was a stupid and retarded idea Cartman. And second, HA, you owe me five bucks!"
"Shut up Jew boy!"
Meanwhile, back on Basement Level 2, Marcus found himself having to sneak through multiple steel corridors and rooms in order to find the elevator to Basement Level 3. But just as he went around a corridor corner, a red siren began to flash and fill the level of the building with a loud alarm noise.
"What the hell's going on!" The MI6 leader spoke.
"Sir, security cameras have detected Kane-Bridge's presence inside the building!"
"WHAT? Where?"
"Within the Northern quadrant of the 2nd Basement Level. He's apparently heading towards the elevator to this level……here."
"Just as I thought, he's here to try and ruin our plans………well don't just stand there, call the MI6 troopers down to that level and this one now!"
"OH…YES SIR!"
Marcus rushed down the corridors trying to get away from any possible danger.
'Attention…attention!' An overhead speaker began. 'Marcus Kane-Bridge has been spotted within the MI6 premises, I repeat; Marcus Kane-Bridge has been spotted within the MI6 premises. All troopers report to the 2nd and 3rd basement level immediately. Upon sight of Kane-Bridge, shoot on sight of movement, I repeat, shoot on sight of movement.'
"S---!" Marcus spoke as he started to rush down the corridors; realising now that MI6 were looking for him and hunting him down in the building. But just as he turned down a new corridor, he stopped; realising that there were a half a dozen troopers aiming big guns at him from down the corridor.
"Move a finger and you're dead!" One of the troopers spoke
"How's about this one?" Marcus sarcastically replied; at which he stuck his middle finger up at the troopers and dived to his left to avoid the incoming wave of bullets that followed. There was a wave of clanging and crashing noises from the bullets hitting the steel pipes and walls as Marcus hid behind a steel pillar and collection of thick pipes. He quickly got out a smoke gas canister and activated it.
Diving across the corridor, he threw it down towards the troopers where it exploded; causing the gas inside it to expand and spread.
Hearing heavy coughs from the troopers, Marcus stood back up and decided that now, it was time for some serious action. He took out his dark, black shades from out his pocket and placed them over his eyes. He also took out his iPod and carefully placed it one of his back jean pockets. Placing the headphones under his shirt and out at the top, he put them in his ears and began listening to some of his favourite music; walking back out into the corridor. By now the corridor was full of smoke and was barely visible, but Marcus knew where he was going. The troopers stood back up and charged towards Marcus. It was at this point that a usual battle of combat and fighting had begun.
Marcus easily blocked and defended each trooper's attacks and he easily brushed them aside with his own attacks. Jogging down each twisting and sharp corridor, he would now and again find himself in another situation where he would have to deal with some more troopers; with or without guns. But he simply used his won fighting and acrobatic moves to deal with them all.
"Sir, all our troopers are falling. There's no way we can stop Kane-Bridge at this rate."
"How is it that he got this far into our headquarters? Getting into the building is surprising in itself, but getting past all our security systems and getting into the underground area………how! How has he managed to get past it all!"
"We don't know sir."
"If this keeps up, our mission will fail. We will not let this country down. We will get source of that power. JONES, tell the research officials to move the four boys into the operation and extraction theatre. We will begin the final phase of our mission now!"
"But sir…"
"NOW!"
"Y-y-yes sir."
Marcus found himself again having to walk down the long and twisting stairs down to the level 3 basement since MI6 had locked the lift. Marcus couldn't get in touch with Liam and Daniel for any help for some odd reason. Every time he tried to contact them, there would be no answer. It was as if they weren't there.
Just as Marcus had begun rushing down the stairs, he was stopped by a swarm of bullets that just missed him from troopers on the lower area of the stairs. Marcus ran as fast he could down the twisting stairs; avoiding bullets and gas canisters as he did so. Just as he was near the bottom, he picked up a circular piece of metal that was hanging from the wall and used that as a shield as he got near the bullet-firing troopers. He hid within a tight corner next to the bottom bit of the stairs on the ground. He looked up at the lights on the ceiling and decided to shoot them with his handgun since they were the only source of light in the stair shaft. As it went dark, Marcus placed his infra-red specs vision specs over his eyes and carefully crept up to the door; quickly opening, running and closing it as the troopers stood confused into where Marcus was.
But just as Marcus was about to turn round, he heard the triggers and rising of large guns that were now aimed at his back. He slowly turned round to see a dozen MI6 troopers pointing guns at him.
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND GET ON THE GROUND NOW!" A Trooper yelled. "I SAID DROP 'EM!"
"How about No?" Marcus replied; at which he fought his way through the group of troopers; battling every trooper that flung a punch and fist at him. No one dared shoot since the troopers were all over the place. It wasn't long before Marcus had taken care of all the troopers. He reloaded his blacktail handgun and carried on down the Basement Level 3 corridor. However these corridors were much different to the ones in the floor above. They were dark in colour and had that sci-fi feel to it. Marcus kept passing loads of huge open rooms that were filled with highly advanced equipment and what seemed like capsules full of liquid and other strange things.
"Bloody hell, what horrible and strange experiments have they been doing down here all this time?" Marcus thought to himself; as the sight of everything brought back even more horrible memories that he thought he had forgotten about a while ago.
Finally, after a long rush down multiple corridors and through a lot of smaller rooms, Marcus came to a part of the corridor that looked down on a large bowl-shaped room where the General Official along with a few dozen other medical, research and trooper officials were standing. Within the centre of the room were four hospital-like tables where the four boys were now lying; still awake and wondering what the hell was going on. Attached to them all were multiple strings and wires that syringed themselves into their bodies and above them were four small turret-like beam guns looking as if they were going to be fired at them. Each string and wire ran from their bodies to four separate large capsules.
What this was all for, only Marcus knew.
"S---. If what I think is going to happen…happens……no I can't think like it, I have to get in there before it's……"
But just as Marcus was about to finish speaking, the four turret-like guns started each firing multiple bolts of what looked like purple lightning into the four boys' bodies. There was a loud wave of yelling as the four boys looked and sounded as if they were in pain, even though they actually weren't. Marcus ran as fast as he could towards the entrance door into the spherical room; trying to break his attention away from the loud yells of pain as he ran. Getting to the door, Marcus shot the door down with most of the bullets in his gun and kicked it down; running into the spherical theatre with an angry look on his face.
He pulled out two magnums from his shirt pockets and loaded them up with ammo. But just as he entered the theatre, he realised that by looking in front of him……he was too late. The gun turrets now turned off and the four capsules filled with what looked like blood but with some kind of glowing energy inside them. The four boys lay on the tables; exhausted and out cold. Marcus looked at them and turned back towards the General Official.
"YOU F---ING BASTARDS!" Marcus yelled with anger in his eyes and on his face. Everybody turned towards Marcus. The troopers loaded up and aimed their guns at him and the medical and research team backed away slightly. The General turned round quite calmly and placed his arms behind his back.
"Ah, Marcus. You survived. I must say I'm quite impressed that you managed to get all the way down here. I suspect that this is all new to you……but then again, maybe not."
"YEH, I REMEMBER! You thought your little memory-erasing trick worked didn't you? Well I'm afraid not General, I remember everything that you did to me down here. All that pain, all that suffering, all that…………experimentation. You turned my life completely upside down. Do you realise WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME?"
"Yes, of course I realise. But it never happened how you felt afterwards, it was all about the fact that you would at least do the mission how it was supposed to be done."
"And then what? Train me, use me, and kill me? IS THAT WHAT IT WAS ALL ABOUT; you were just using me right from the start. Just like you used the other young MI6 agent; Joe Maintren! He sacrificed everything to become friends with those four Australian boys and then convince them to come back here to Britain. And then what do you go and do; shoot him in his own home and call it a murder; yet you still manage to fail yer' mission and go and kill those four Aussie lads." Marcus laughed slightly. "What kind of sick, twisted, heartless f---ing monsters are you?"
"Only the kind that want to serve and protect the security and running of this very country Kane-Bridge. We're doing this in the best interest of not only Britain, but the rest of the bloody world!"
"Best interest? BEST F---ING INTEREST?" Marcus and the General began to walk around in a circle; keeping parallel with one another. "Is it in the best interest to kidnap four innocent American youths who have no idea what's going on? Is it in the best interest to lie and cover the truth about what's going on here from the rest of the country? Is it in the best interest to betray and even attempt to kill one of your own agents and make it look like it was necessary? Admit it; you were only doing this for your own selfish desires!"
"RUBBISH! We care about how our British society runs and feels in this world during these times and this is the only way that we can make our country dominate this world's society with our own way of existence."
"WHAT?"
"For years our country has been the laughing stock of today's world. America thinks that it owns the world and mocks us British for what we are. France think that they are always better than us in every degree and category of human ability and existence and even countries like Australia and New Zealand think they can dominate our emotions and ways of thinking by always beating us in sports. But with the Core Unit energy from these four boys, we can change all that. We can once again make the British society the dominating group in the world for the remainder of time. We can make people all over the world feel and think how we want them to feel and think. Our society could become truly unbeatable to the highest level possible."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this! You started this whole mission just because you were both jealous and annoyed at what other countries think of Britain? YOU REALLY ARE PATHETIC!"
"Is it really pathetic to care about how society feels? With this, we can solve all questions that haven't been answered in today's world. We can balance out the uneven equalities of human existence. We can turn society into anything we want."
"But at what f---ing cost? You don't care about how other people feel? All you care about is what you want and what this country wants from the whole world. It's all just a matter of being in control of everything."
"I should have known you wouldn't understand Marcus. And now I think it's time for you to go……TROOPERS!"
The troopers in the room aimed their guns at Marcus; ready to fire. Marcus had no idea what to do. But just as the troopers were about to fire, the glass ceiling above them started to smash and crumble into thousands of pieces. And jumping down from above the glass was Liam and Daniel; armed with a lot of items strapped to their clothes. Whilst Liam took care of the troopers with what fighting skills and knowledge he had, Daniel threw a few gas canisters around the area so that smoke filled the room. Marcus stood; not knowing what to do even in this helpful situation.
"Marcus, climb up that ladder quickly. We'll take care of these guys." Daniel spoke as he threw the last canister onto the floor.