The Turn: Chapter Sixteen

The Turn

Chapter Sixteen

~Mission Impossible – Part Two~

Two Years before the Turn

Zara looked around. If the assassins were to be aborting their original plan with the waiter on the balcony, it was almost impossible to tell what they might do next. She clapped absent mindedly as the President ended his speech and was thanking those who attended. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed movement.

One of the other waiters was walking toward the stage where the president sat. Zara gripped onto her butter knife as she watched him closely. He wasn’t carrying a tray so he wasn’t going to any tables. The waiter rubbed his pant leg nervously. He reached back and pulled out a gun and aimed it ahead at the President.

Zara stood up and threw the knife hitting the man in the shoulder blade. He dropped the gun and fell to the ground gripping his injured shoulder. The whole room gasped. All their eyes were on the man in the center of the room. The President stepped a few steps back in shock.

An officer, the officer in charge of the left side of the stage, walked up on stage toward the President, “Are you alright, Mr. President?”

The waiter grabbed the dropped gun with his uninjured hand. A shot rang through the air and struck the man in the other arm. Naru reloaded the gun and readied the weapon to fire. He figured he had a few more minutes before the place was swarmed with cops. When the officer walked up on the stage, his eyes fell on the officers hand radio. The officer had a radio and the ability to overlook a few weapons entering the facility. He aimed his weapon near the stage.

The officer saw the second failed attempt. He looked at the President as he crouched, hands over head. The officer reached for his weapon and aimed it at the President himself. The President looked up at him. His eyes grew wide with realization.

Deontay, on the other side of the stage, stepped onto the stage and reached for his gun. Vicky grabbed the tray she was holding and threw it at the officer’s leg like a discus. Just as the officer fell, Deontay walked up and kicked the dropped gun out of the way. His own weapon was aimed at the officer. The officer reached for his hidden weapon on his uncle. A shot went off from the third balcony.

Naru brought out a handkerchief from his pocket and whipped down the borrowed weapon. He heard someone running up the steps. Another waiter ran up the steps and looked around. He saw Naru and ran the other direction. There were some stairs that led to the roof. Naru placed down the gun and ran to the man he had knocked out before.

“Someone is headed your way,” Naru said to his sister.

“Time to disappear,” Zara said. She returned to her accent and screamed, “Zere he is! In ze balcony! Run!”

Mass panic erupted. Both Chaud and Zara ran toward the entrance. She darted down one hallway and he ran down another. Zara pulled her dress over her head revealing simple black clothing. She wrapped it around her waist like a decorative belt. Zara made it to a window and opened it. She walked out into the alley and started walking casually walking away.

Hina turned around as the door opened. The waiter stopped short when he saw her. She thrust out her hand and he hit the bottom of the stair well and was out cold. There were noises in the lower floor and Hina ran to the edge of the building. She pumped over the edge and gripped onto the ledge. There was a window below her and she stepped onto the small space above it and kept herself hidden from prying eyes.

Vicky ran out into the alley and nearly bumped into the truck there. She opened the truck and started to hot wire it. Naru came out shortly after with the man he knocked out over his arm. He dragged him to the back of the truck and climbed in. Hina made her way down and also entered the truck. The doors closed, the truck started and it drove away in the chaos.

Zara walked on the sidewalk casually looking behind her with a curious look on her face. A red convertible drove up alongside her. Chaud looked up at her over his sunglasses. He wore a sleeveless shirt and black jeans. Zara rolled her eyes, opened the door and got in. Together they drove away.

Police cars drove up from nearly every direction. Deontay walked out of the building still in his police uniform. He walked to one of the cop cars and got in. After flipping on the sirens he drove off.

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Galaxy watched their hostage sweat in the dark room. He stood in the adjoining room looking through a one way window. Galaxy looked into a file quickly and read the content quickly. Over the year, there had been strange things going on that all seemed to be connected in some way. Galaxy didn’t know exactly how they fit together and that was what he didn’t like.

The door opened and Kaiba walked in. He looked into the other room and handed his father another file.

“Do you want me to interrogate him?” Kaiba asked.

“No, I think I’ll do it this time,” Galaxy smiled.

Kaiba looked up at him, “You want to do it?”

“I want answers,” Galaxy took the folder and walked into the room.

The man looked up at Galaxy as he entered. He looked back down at the table as Galaxy sat down.

“Hello,” Galaxy smiled at the man, “Do you need anything?”

The man shook his head. Then he opened his mouth as if changing his mind, “Maybe a glass of water…”

“We’ll see if we can do something about that,” Galaxy glanced at the mirror to his right. On the other side, Kaiba walked out to get some water. Galaxy looked at the man again, “Let’s get this started, shall we?”

The man shifted uncomfortably as Galaxy fingered slowly through the decently sized file.

“What do you need with kirilium?” Galaxy asked, “There was a robbery a year ago where the thieves stole quite a bit of kirilium. It wasn’t sold on the black market or sold in a private sale. So the question is where is the metal now and what are you going to do with it?”

The man didn’t say a thing.

“A few months later,” Galaxy continued, “there was a large heist in Texas. No one knows it quite yet but once someone starts crunching numbers they will find hundreds of thousands of dollars are missing. What do you need all that money for?”

The man shook his head, refusing to answer.

“Gas prices have skyrocketed in recent months,” Galaxy stated, “It’s even starting to affect us here on out little island. Saudi Arabia seems to be missing several truck loads worth of oil. Over a few months the Saudi Arabian government has lost over thirty trucks. They haven’t shown up anywhere. There are an awful lot of things missing, you see. It makes me feel uneasy.”

The man avoided Galaxy’s gaze.

“There are a lot of other things missing too that seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth. Care to enlighten us on where they went?”

Kaiba walked in just then. He walked to his father’s side, the glass of water in his hand, and waited. Galaxy nodded and Kaiba handed the glass to the man who took it and drank.

“Let’s try a different approach,” Galaxy looked at the man, “You tell me what you want to tell me. I’m sure there’s a part of you that wants to boast about all that you’ve done. You don’t have to say much. Just a useful sentence would be fine. Monologue if you must.”

Galaxy sat in silence as the man sat looking at his fingers. He waited patiently. Kaiba too stood in silence. Silence was a crippling weapon. People in general were afraid of silence because it gave them time to think and depending on what there was to think about some people would spill everything to avoid silence.

“The New Order…” the man muttered.

“I’m sorry?” Galaxy suddenly couldn’t hear. Unfortunately the man said no more. Galaxy pulled together all his things and walked out, Kaiba on his heels.

“What do you want me to do?” Kaiba asked sensing the wheels starting to turn behind his father’s eyes.

“I don’t know yet,” Galaxy said as he walked down a hallway. He stopped suddenly, “Actually, I think I’ll have you look up all you can about what he said.”

“The New Order?” Kaiba raised an eyebrow, “Sounds like a cult.”

Galaxy smiled, “You never know, son. The only thing more dangerous than a cult is a cult with 5000 tons of ammo.”

Kaiba shrugged, “I guess.”

“Stop guessing and get to work,” Galaxy continued walking back to his office.

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Scar walked out of the police station after hours of interrogation. His normally cheery attitude had dampened a little from the intense questioning. He looked relieved as he walked down the steps and saw his driver. The driver stood in front of a limo waiting for his master to come out. He barely smiled as Scar threw his arms around the man.

“Oh! Driver! That was the most frightening thing I’ve ever had to go through! That officer was mean!”

The driver opened one of the doors, “He’s merely doing his job.”

Scar entered the car, “But still! It was as if he were accusing me of setting the whole thing up!”

A dark smile crept across the driver’s face, “Didn’t you?”

“Well, yes,” Scar thought a moment, “but he has no proof!”

The driver closed the door and entered the driver’s side. He pulled away from the curb and drove, “It didn’t happen like we planned, did it.”

“What was your first clue?” Scar said sarcastically.

“Remember when I told you about that secret organization?” the driver stated, “The one called the Tower?”

Scar nodded.

“Well, luckily for you, you got to see their handwork,” the driver pointed out, “I told you they could pose a problem.”

“What do you suggest?” Scar sat up straighter in his seat.

“We’ll have to get rid of them, of course,” said the driver after he made a left turn.

Scar almost laughed, “An entire organization? Just take them out? Are you insane?”

The driver continued as if he wasn’t interrupted, “We still need supplies. So what I think we should do is to do things as we’ve always done. When we send people out for a supply run, we’ll just make sure to send out another group to deal with the pesky Tower when they come.”

“Won’t the Tower need to know where we’ll hit next?” Scar asked.

The driver rolled his eyes, “I’m sure they have their sources. No reason in putting the New Order in jeopardy.”

“Right,” Scar leaned back in his seat, “I knew that.”

“Idiot,” the driver muttered under his breath.