The Devil
1: In the Bushes
Alex knew that his father was dead. He knew that M16 had betrayed him. But there was one thing he didn't get? Why was he getting so emotional about a man he never knew? It was ridicouls and he would put the end to it. He had also made his disceion about the army. He was 18 and was a bad-ass redy for combat. "Do ya have asthama son!" Asked the drill seargent. "NO SIR!" Alex yelled. He couldn't belive he had signed up for this. But he knew he had a duty to do and he would serve it the best he could. The seargent ordered them to crawl under the barbed wire. He crawled the best he could. He was damn near the skinniest man alive. He weighed 75 pounds at 18. The drill seargent had said he was a skinny fuck and that he needed to beef up. He ate a lot but he just never seemed to put on the weight. That was the oddest thing he had thought. As he crawled under the barbed wire, he could see a shadow moving in the woods. He saw two men step out of the woods with sub machine guns…………..
2: American Bad-Asses
The seargeant threw himself to the ground and picked up a rifle. He fired it but he missed. He had a horrible shot but had somehow survived Vietnam. "GO!" He bellowed to Alex. "Sir, yes sir!" Alex bolted up and ran to the infirmary. He asked for help and his friend, Shaun ran to help. He had met Shaun on a training mission in Africa. He had called them American Bad-Asses. Ever since then, thats what they had called their teammates. "Hey! Look at the new American Bad-Ass!" They would say. They would laugh and laugh as the new guy fumbled with his magazine on the range. Alex focused in on his task. To save the seargeant. He fired a pistol he had found in Shaun's pocket. Alex was a master at pickpoceting. He raised the pistol to fire but got down as he heard an aircraft go wizzing by. It was a bombing jet. The logo on the bottom was M16. "What the fuck!" Said Shaun. The two men were disenigrated. He had made up his mind. He was going back to M16…….
3: Heading Back
In just two hours, Alex had found himself on a helicopter headed for London. Two men sat in the front their names were Fujmi and Chew. They had been piloting helicoipters for quite a long time. So many things had they seen. Once, chew said he saw a man with his leg gone. He was deader then a doornail. Alex grimaced at this thought and was glad he had left the army. He just wasn't cut out for it like his father was. There he went again. Couldn't he get that man out of his head? Ever since Mrs. Jones had told him the real story of his father, he couldn't get him off his mind. The helicopter landed on the roof. Alex thanked the two men and stepped out of the cockpit. He went down a secret door and entered a security code. The code led to a man named Alan Blunts office. This was the secret spy organization called M16. "What the fuck did you do to make two men with machine guns come and attack me, Alan!" Alex said in frustration. He was so angry at Blunt he may have had hauled off and punched him. But he kept his cool as Alan turned around in his hard leather chair. He had a bottle of wine in on hand and a glass in the other. The wine was uncorked and was already half empty. He looked at Alan. He appeared sober. "Well, we need you again Alex. Those men want to assassinate the president of the United States. We need you to travel to Russia and Try and undermine their progress. We will send you in at twelve o' clock. Get some rest. Oh, and by the way, you will get a wepon on this mission………….