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.
Who is really in charge of the New Order? I wonder...
ReplyDelete~Undertaker
Ooh! Zis is getting very interezting! Ahhh...I shall wait for ze next chapter!
ReplyDeleteYes, ye shall!
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