Crime versus Cruelty - Part 3

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Note: This story is set in the future, in year 2026.

Crime vs. Cruelty [iII]

 

 

Warton took the gunshot, a bullet which hit his back. Blood was the only sight on the area which the bullet hit, and as he fell, he dropped the papers in his hands onto the ground.

A number of people ran after him, including he who bore the sin of the murderous gunshot. Sensing that he would not die, they - who all belonged to the terrorist group - raced after Warton to ensure he does die at the hands of their bloodthirsty daggers, for the shot that he took was the last the group had.

But he dropped down a small drone with the last of his strength, a nanobot - or a few nanobots that jumped to his back and quickly healed him to the point of letting him fight.

He jumped up, seized a gun from his pockets and gunned down every man in sight except one, who missed or blocked every shot.

Warton quickly got out a dagger of his own and went to battle. But his opponent was a swift one, and he would never be hit. Warton then ducked and dropped down, and took his chance to shoot him in the stomach. And that is what he did.

The man fell dead, and Warton walked out, cleaning the blood and leaving the bodies.

A thought struck him. He knew that the group had plans to murder the President and take control. In his mind, he placed the pieces of the puzzle together. And he knew.

Starilen - a man-made island and a property of a famed infrastructure company of the same name in Britain, was a gateway to power in Europe. The island had proper government - company officials and other men. And it was the capital of a number of manmade islands. Thus, the terrorists must be company men. But why would a President belonging to the same company, be unaware?

The answer struck him. The whole company must have been a huge conspiracy, or at least the islands must have been. The said President was kept unaware to prevent him being a problem. And now, once his assassination took place, nothing would stop Starilen Infrastructure Tech from taking Europe under control.

He walked back in, took the papers, and jumped into the car. He drove to a house, one that appeared rather modest for a ruler and rang the bell. The door opened, and he went in.

A man greeted him, and he was evidently the President.

“Hello. What brings you here?” the man said.

“Important matters, Your Honour. That concern the state, and even your life. I am John Warton, a British, um, investigator, you can call me,” the uninvited guest replied.

“What do you mean?”

Warton handed the papers to him.

“Everything was a lie. The company was a conspiracy to take control of Britain and then Europe. I have confirmed, however, that when Starilen started to thrive, the company ditched the plans and focused on the prosperity of their most important property, the islands of Starilen that are under control of Britain, but are known partly as a nation in itself. But some men remained who kept to the island’s purpose. They formed the SDRA, and used it as a cover for their cruelty. They are the ones who will come to assassinate you.”

“Thank you for your valuable information, I will act immediately. I am aware you were the one behind a number of assassinations and murders of officials recently, but I can see you are on a mission to protect the islands. You can continue on your mission, but do contact British authorities. We will need help.” the man replied back.

Warton quickly noticed a demonic twinkle in the man’s eyes, and then it was not him speaking, but his dagger. The President fell to death, succumbing to the dagger. But there was one lie - the man killed was in disguise.

Warton was horrified. Was the real President already murdered? Or, is he a captive in the hands of the cruel terrorists that plague the area?

He quickly examined the man’s clothing, and found a single blank paper. Then he realized its information was guarded by fingerprint and eye scan, and he pressed the paper onto the thumb on the fallen man, and opened his eyes for the paper to see, for it did not care whether the eyes were dead or alive.

“.---- --... -.... --..-- ... - .-. . . - -.-. ...-- --..-- -. --- .-. - .... .-.. .- -. -.. .-.-.” was the result.

He immediately translated through a decryptor he had with him, leading to the text “176, Street C3, Northland”.

This revelation was nowhere near pleasant, because it was the address to his primary Starilen home, as well as that of his murdered wife. And whoever had placed the President in his house, had plans to frame him. Unless, it wasn’t the President.

He left behind a man to act as the President, and Warton disguised himself as the man he killed at the house.
 

176, Street C3, Northland, Starilen Central Island

In about fifteen minutes, he was at the door the designated location. He knew that going through the main entrance would be foolish, but he also realized that the terrorists may already have planned to greet him; and that in a rather unfavorable way.

Therefore, under the disguise of one of the terrorists, he went right through the front door, and came inside the house. He immediately met another of the men, saying to him, “Why are you here? You were supposed to be disguised as the President!”

“Don’t worry, I left a man behind. But I’d recommend you to get the President away, because Warton’s coming for us. We could set up a trap for him, leaving somebody else here. I heard his wife was alive, for one,” Warton answered.

“Indeed she is. We could leave her here and set a trap for Warton, while we force the President to side with us. Warton is the only obstacle in our path, and him dead would mean our victory. By the way, the army is ready to act in Britain, so once Warton is down, we conquer the world.”

“Nice plan. But I’m afraid you won’t be able to execute it,” he replied back, stabbing the man dead, and silencing him. Nobody saw him as he hid the body and cleaned the blood.

He went forward and saw an entrance to a hidden room upstairs. He went in, and upon reaching the place, saw a large room with a short end, just small enough to perfectly hold within it a bulletproof glass cell with various robotic arms. It was a torture cell. The room had a complicated and elaborate design to torture prisoners, and there were various methods of torture outside the cell too.

In the torture cell, he saw a person, unconscious, lying on the floor of the cell.

A few men quickly ran into the room, catching Warton there. He was locked in, with the previous prisoner moved elsewhere in the room.

A gunshot was to be heard. A demonic laugh. And a cheer.

To Be Continued...

Edited April 23, 2017 by Hexed

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Approved!

 

Edits ~

 

1. Revise your comma usage - you're using them way too often.

2. A couple of grammatical mistakes. A sentence starting with 'And' is not correct all the time.

3. Standardized font and font size to Trebuchet MS, 14.

 

 

Looking forward to the next part!

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