[Fictional Series] Corrosion: Parts 1-3

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CORROSION

 

 

Chapter 1

 

A small tank drives across the expanses of the English shoreline. In the distance, all that is seen is a small cloud of sand that is kicked up from its’ tracks. Nobody paid it any attention, they had their work to do, and they were more important than anything else that could be thought of, arrogant first world countries.

 

The tank comes to a halt. The top latch is opened, and a young adult steps out. He is in his mid twenties, graduated college three years ago with a masters in architectural engineering. Four years before that, he graduated with a demolition engineering degree. He is widely considered to be the best in his business, all of his competitors seemed to have accidents happen to them. Be it bridges or bullets, many found their graves sooner than they imagined.

 

He climbed out of the tank, shivering, it was a cold, cold night, below 0 Celsius. He jumped out of the tank, wishing he had brought a coat, and walked the rest of the way. He was given very specific directions, drive your tank to Ballard cliff, then walk the next 2 Kilometers by foot.

 

A hail soon began to fall on him. He pulled his hood over his head, trying to protect himself, and the papers. It was a cold walk, the beach was icy, he slipped every now and then, but continued to stumble along, knowing that should he not make it on time, he was fired, literally.

 

A voice came from the dense shadows of the overhang, calling his name.

 

¨John, get you bloody rear end in here right now.¨

 

With a sigh, John walked under the overhang, knowing full well what might happen.

 

¨Inspect him, see if he has any tracers on him, we can’t be too careful here.¨ the man said.

 

John lifted up his arms, was patted down by the big, muscled brutes standing next to the man. John gives the man the papers. The man looks at the papers John gave John a look that could have caused a lion to whimper.

 

¨I am very disappointed in you John, that dam was supposed to blow, not shudder a little bit. That disappointment almost just killed you, do you understand, DO YOU?" He punches John in the face, John would have a black eye for a good week afterwards.

 

¨Yes, sir, I do¨

¨It seems like you have a chance to redeem yourself, do you want to take it?¨

¨Sir yes sir.¨

 

The man hands John a new set of papers. He tells him to not fail him, and he walks away, leaving John with the papers. He opens up the folder that holds the papers, looks them over, then smiles to himself. Gonna have some fun with this one, he thought. He walks away, back to his tank to drive home.

 

Chapter 2

 

A tall man sits in a torn couch in a small, tattered apartment. The wallpaper was peeling and yellowed, beer cans littered the floor, to be stepped on accidentally. The plumbing barely works, and clogs often. It only has a stove with two gas burners, but it would suffice for his diet, consisting of Ramen, Macaroni and Cheese, spaghetti, and sandwiches. An old T.V. replays last nights news.

 

“An unknown bomber has just destroyed the Hoover Dam, causing massive floods and casualties. Nobody knows who did this, and with so many visitors, it is impossible to tell who did it. There seems to be no suspects, stay tuned America.”

 

Former police lieutenant Price turns off the T.V.  He is considered the best policeman around or at least he was. After a few charges against him for excessive use of force, he retired from the police, and joined the Army. An elite sniper, he was dishonorably discharged due to an event known only as operational group known as R.A.I.D. Reconnaissance Advantage Identification Destruction. They would go behind enemy lines to disrupt and destroy enemy facilities. He was discharged from the group and dishonorably discharged from England's Army. The other person discharged with him was John, a structural and demolition engineer.

 

Now living alone in Upstate New York, he keeps his head down, avoiding the police. He is Public enemy number one for a string due to his other job. He also happens to be a world renowned sniper and bounty hunter for hire. Known as the most expensive, yet efficient sniper, he has yet to fail a mission.

 

Price knows that his time in this apartment is almost up. He has noticed a continued police presence that has been escalating in the past week. He has noticed it is on a schedule. Monitoring the front of the building more closely, almost ignoring the back. Only one sweep one day. This disturbed him. He knows that people are too careful when things are related to him. Tempting him into a trap. For the years he has been working as a sniper and bounty hunter, he noticed that people tend to make mistakes when noticing patterns, they tend to charge in, thinking they have found an opening, when instead, they become trapped.

 

He knew he needed to go out through the front. Every patrol took 5 minutes to go bye, and then another would go by in 34 minutes. After the first pass, he must calmly exit the building, and make it to the nearest pub. He then will get a ride out of the city, leaving him on his own. after this, he must develop something new.

 

He heads out, looking for any suspicious activity, finding none, he continues down the street. He makes it to the pub with 7 seconds to spare. Upon entering the pub, he takes a seat, and orders a slice of pizza. Before the slice comes though, a man comes and sits next to him. This man was not his ride though, his name was John.

 

“Hello Price, I have not seen you in a while.” John stands up, Price does the same.

 

“It’s nice to see you buddy.” Says Price, embracing his good friend.

 

“I haven’t seen you in a while John, what brings you over here, and how did you find me?”

 

“Oh, Yeah Price, I needed your help, and I have some contacts, I was hired to destroy a building, actually, not just any building, but Big Ben. I need some help infiltrating and cover, just like what we did in R.A.I.D.”

 

“Sounds like fun, who hired you?”

“Tucker, Tucker Rall.”

“You still work with him, he does the most dangerous stuff around. If you fail, you die, usually.”

“Yeah well, not always, remember that Dam problem, that was me.”

“Saw on the news, how about we head out to a less public area, this place makes me feel uncomfortable.”

“Yeah sure”

 

They head outside and grab a Taxi, going to the local airport.

 

“You said we were going to destroy Big Ben, how exactly, and why do you need me?”

“I need to let Tucker tell you that. Lets just say that we need cover.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

 

They go onto the resting Learjet, and head across the Atlantic, to inevitable destruction, both of property and lives.

 

Chapter 3

 

Tucker Rail paced the room impatiently. Price and John should have arrived one minute ago. This was not a good start, Tucker hated it when people were late for anything, especially when it involved his time. For a project as important as this, every second counts. Exactly one minute and 27 seconds later, Price and John ran into the room out of breath. A three story climb is rarely fun, especially when sprinting up the said stairs.

 

“I would like welcome you men to this project. I would call you gentlemen, but you, Price have become unrefined and arrogant. And you, John, failed once. You should know I do not accept failure.” Said Tucker. It was a pre prepared speech designed to lower the morale the men, and make them more willing to do anything to regain favor. “I have been hired to destroy Big Ben. For $400 million dollars. Someone thought that they should show these big governments that anarchy will always rise out of the ashes of order. I choose you two due to your past so called accomplishments, and your willingness to do anything for money. I can not afford to be double crossed.”

 

Tucker was a practiced orator. Between mentally tearing down his men and bringing them up, they would take a bullet for him. In fact, many had. Well known in the Underworld, Tucker had a high price on his head to go along with his massive amount of wealth. He was an intimidating man. While seemingly short, at 5’7”, his presence and reputation had given him an air that few could match. Known to take on any challenge, as long as you had the money, he was considered a wild card, but he was successful.

 

“Now, men,” He continued, “We have as much time as we want, but we are only getting a third until the job is complete. So it is suggested that we accelerate our plans. JOHN,” Upon hearing his name, John jumped up in surprise and minor guilt that he had zoned out for a minute. “Are your plans ready.”

 

“Yes sir, they are.” He swayed nervously, noticing Tucker's hand stroking the hilt of his knife on his belt, a knife he had demonstrated his above average competence with. John still wore the scar to prove it.

 

As he laid out the plan, Price began to twitch, this felt like to much even to him. Too much mayhem in just one place. Was the money really worth destroying part of a country's heritage. He was not an anarchist, Tucker was. Price cared about money, and he would get it in any possible. But there was a limit. And Tucker was beginning to to the line with intent of going over.

 

The presentation took 30 minutes, with Prices part being the easiest, “If you see anything moving, it had better not stay moving.” Price nodded. It was the best he could do without throwing up.

 

Even John was sceptical. The Hoover Dam had been fun. It was a challenge. This was just crazy. The Colorado River is not nearly as populated as London, and Big Ben is the center. After a few years of doing this, guilt had begun to set in. But John was motivated by money. And the money here was great. He could taste it.

 

Tucker reveled in his power. He could bring a nation to its knees, and have more than enough money to live under a different life and live an easy life. Smiling throughout the plan. At the end, he called Price to him after dismissing John.

 

“Price, I need a favor. Not just a favor, but half the pot for one small shot. Just one. I want you put a bullet in John’s head. He failed me once, and he better not fail twice. He will have a second chance, but not a third offering. I need you to make sure of that.” Tucker smiled as he walked away.

 

Price walked away. He felt numb on the inside. What has this world come to, where men were asked to murder their best friends. He went to his hotel room and threw up everywhere. He then made up his mind. He would kill him, and end this once and for all.

 

 

To be continued.

 

 

Edited May 20, 2016 by TriNitroToIuene

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For all of you who did not follow TWG in the first 3 Issues, I started this series as a break from my normal writings. I stopped because my initial writing of Part 3 was not up to snuff. However, if you were a fan, I am planning on finishing this series. I am working on part 3 right now, and there will be a total of 4 more parts. I hope you all enjoy.

[TheRollingSlab 803]

Great story. Nice job!

[DragonOfStorms 2,706]

Awesome! Glad to see you reviving this series.

[Quarks 2,255]

Part 3 is up and ready to be read

[asifmehmood 1,576]

Ok Nice.

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

Fixed the formatting errors in the topic, Bry - keep it up, you're doing really good!

[NERF836 202]

Nice