The next installment of The Memoirs as the climax approaches.
Chapter 9: The Next Meeting
“I knew it wouldn’t be long before you contacted me again,” the man said.
Blue1, Splashy, and the man called Deep Throat now met in the town square of Mammoth once again.
“There’s obviously more to those memoirs. I have a feeling they’re going to break out a civil war.”
“Well, there’s a simplicity to war. Attacking is the only secret. Dare, and the world yields.”
“And what about the hijacking? Does that tie in anywhere?” Splashy asked.
“For you or for them?” Deep Throat countered.
“Them?” Blue1 looked up.
“I’m one of them. How do you think I know all this?” he responded matter-of-factly.
“So you could honestly tell us who the others are.” Blue1 said in the same tone.
“I could, but all you need to know is that one of your operatives is feeding information into the Loyalist Movement.”
“And what about Cart?” Splashy asked, not sure if he was interrupting.
“Aren’t you going to rescue him?” Deep Throat turned to study Splashy.
“That would be easier to do if we knew where he was.”
“Follow the money.” and he handed them a check. “Now, I must be going.”
And without another word, Deep Throat headed down the alley and Blue1 and Splashy headed for the CPASC building for another Inner Circle meeting.
After all of them had settled Funks flipped on the television.
“The ACP President Cart and his delegates never arrived for the ACP-SWAT-LT Peace Core Meeting. With his whereabouts currently unknown, everyone is questioning what this means for the peace delegation, as well as if it has any connectivity with the events of five years ago, the fall of the Rebel’s Empire, as some called it. In other news this evening…..”
Funks flipped it off. Silence.
Then Drust spoke, “We all know Blue’s going to want to go in to rescue him.”
“That’s just wonderful, but you have no idea where the plane crashed or where he is now.” Blue2 sounded irritated.
“On the contrary,” Splashy began, “We don’t know where the plane crashed, but we know where he is now.” he threw the check on the table.
Skloop read it aloud, “From an anonymous source, to the headquarters of the Loyalist Movement. 250,000 dollars. 249 Sheath Road, Tuxedo.”
“However, Cart already disbanded all weaponry that had been provided by the ACP.” Chrisi Blule pointed out.
“I can help with that,” Skloop said. “Your newest army station, Golden Troops main headquarters.”
“It’s settled then,” Funks said. “We will meet and the GT main base and stock weapons, then move to the supposed headquarters of the Loyalist Movement. However this document ties in….” he gestured to the first page of the document, that was hung on a bulletin board, “Can be discussed at a later time.”
“One more thing.” Blue1 drew a pistol, and Splashy did the same. Blue2 immediately jerked upward, while the others froze. Drust kicked her feet up on the table and sipped her drink, as she’d seen this a million times. And, for all anyone knew, she had.
“I don’t think I need to undermine once again the importance of this group,” Blue1 circled the meeting table in very much the same way Tucker Jinx did. “And the fact that you are all sworn to secrecy under the penalty of death.”
“Blue, what are you-” Blue2 began.
“Shut up!” Splashy shouted.
Everyone stared at Blue like he was a madman. And maybe, just maybe, he was.
“I received a transmission from Empoleon right before the delegates were captured once again. Elmikey wants to know everything Cart knows about Black Snow. The fact that he knows- more the fact that he knows the name- begs to suggest that one of you is leaking information.”
“I’m keeping a close eye,” he continued, “Now, let’s move out.”
Chapter 10: Recon
“Gentlemen, I give you weapons storage.” Skloop opened a hatch.
The team: Blue1, Splashy, Drust, and Chrisi Blule, entered the room and gathered their weapons. Blue2 and Becca stood next to Skloop, as the three of them would oversee the mission from the Black Snow base Control Room.
“Now,” Skloop addressed them. “Blule will fly you into a patch of land near the outskirts of the town. You will then move in by way of the alleys and infiltrate the base. Anyone from Cart to all of the missing ACP delegates could be held hostage. Stay alert. Blue2, Becca and I will monitor your progress from the Overwatch Control Room. Any questions? No? Good luck, gentlemen.”
Meanwhile, at the Loyalist Base, Tucker Jinx and Elmikey were walking down the narrow hallway toward the interrogation room.
“You head in,” Jinx told him, “I have something to deal with, briefly.”
He turned to face his three men.
“You didn’t really think you could kill me, did you? I don’t know which one of you pulled the trigger, but I will figure it out. And once I do, you will meet a very brutal end.” he whipped around and entered the interrogation room.
The room had a cold cement floor and brick ceiling, and was lined by filing cabinets on all four walls. In the center sat a table with six chairs, three on each side. Tucker and Elmikey took a seat opposite from Cart, Mon, and Emp.
Tucker drew a gun, but simply placed it on the table. He gestured, something none of them really understood.
“I’d like to give you a fair chance.” Tucker studied them. “If you choose to kill me, kill me. But I think it’d be more professional to get the information.”
Emp suddenly snatched the gun, but was kicked by either Tucker or Elmikey, knocking him to the ground. Tucker picked up the gun and got up, shooting him without a second thought. Emp was dead.
“May we continue, Mr. President?”
“Good, good. Now, tell me-”
“Code red! Code red! Hostiles-” Qwerty radioed Tucker.
“Damn it!” Elmikey shouted. “Get them out of here!”
Tucker and Elmikey climbed up the ladder, followed by Tucker’s three men, who held a gun to Cart and Mon’s heads as the clambered up.
One of the men jumped into the cockpit of the helicopter as the others jumped in.
Inside the base, Blue shot down Qwerty and now Cali was running for the ladder. Drust ran forward and stabbed him. Cali fell to the ground.
“Search the compound,” Blue told Splashy as he, Blule and Drust ran up the ladder and saw the copter flying away.
“God, damn it.” Drust said. “They got away.”
“Attention, Overlord. Negative precious cargo. They got away. However-” Blue turned as Splashy clambered up the ladder, holding a body, “Empoleon is dead.”
There was a long pause.
“Very well,” Becca said quietly, “Come on home.”
Chapter 11: The Memoirs
“When am I ever ready?”
“Never expected you to be,”
Blue, Splashy and Drust were carrying out a bugging of the Presidential Mansion, where, even though they believe Deep Throat’s source was correct, could still be of use to them.
“That’s a good sign.”
“If you’ll allow me,” Drust pushed the both of them aside and began to lock. The door swung open.
“After you,” Splashy gestured, and the three entered the mansion.
It had fallen into absolute disrepair. The spiral staircase had collapsed, probably from the riots when Cas was assassinated, and the garden’s weeds had crept all the way into the main foyer. As they traveled to the top floor, they noticed a reddish-brown substance forming a path on the ground.
“That’s his blood.” Blue said, and they stopped. “We need to keep moving,”
Eventually they reached the top floor, containing the offices of Cas, Sergie, and Commando. Cas later occupied Commando’s office, Blue later occupied Sergie’s, and Drust later occupied Cas’s.
“Sergie’s won’t be worth bugging,” Splashy offered.
“I agree,” let’s move into Cas’s old office, and then Commando’s.
They successfully bugged Cas’s room, and then moved to Commando’s. The door was closed, with a pistol on the floor in front of it.
“This is new blood,” Drust said. “At least, fairly new.”
Splashy opened the door slowly, and they found the body of a man with a trench coat, a hat covering his face. A winged lighter littered the floor near his hand.
“Deep Throat,” Blue said.
As Splashy removed the hat, it became clear who he was: Boomer.
“No, it’s not,” Blue cut Splashy off, “Boomer formerly led the RPF. I would bet he was posing as one of Jinx’s accomplices to leak us information. And I would bet Omega was involved too.”
“That’s how Elmikey knew of Cart’s involvement,” Splashy pointed out.
“I’m going to take him and get a medic.” Drust said.
“Very well,” Blue said as Splashy turned to see a book on the table with a few pages ripped out.
He turned to read the cover.
“The Memoirs….” he read aloud, “By Casiusbrutus. The directions of what will come next if I am assassinated.”
Blue ran over and found the first page, the one Boomer had presented them with, was ripped out. The book detailed a rebellion, profiles on all important people relating to his life, and a message to….
“Me.” Blue said. “He intended for this to get in my hands.”
Et tu? My friend, my ally, my pawn…and my betrayer.
You may think you’re extremely clever with what you’ve done. I knew you would someday attempt to kill me. If you are reading this, you have succeeded. But I warned you before, when I told you taking out Commando and Sergie would be the easy part. The same applies. Taking out me was the easy part. Dealing with my followers, and the forces of chaos… that, my friend, is the real battle.
History is written by the victors, Blue. And I do not intend for you to be the one writing it.
Blue paused for a moment. Then a voice ringing in his ear jerked him into reality. Realizing it was Skloop’s voice, he listened.
“Blue! Blue? Blue!”
“Cart has cracked. Black Snow is compromised.”
So, what do YOU think? What will happen now that Cart has cracked? How will the Memoirs be involved? Comment with YOUR opinion!
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