The Patriots

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“It’s me did you upload the disc?”

“Yeah it had all their info on there. Names and where to find them.”

“Good, then lets go and take care of them.”

“Wait…we can’t!”

“Why?”

“…They’re all dead”

“What!! When?”

 “Err… about one hundred years ago.”

“What the…!”

        Jack awoke to the sharp sounds of his alarm. The blur in his vision eventually cleared to the sight of his extremely small room that consisted of a basic desk, TV, bed and one window, which had no curtain. It was always dark in his room and looked more like a prison cell than a bedroom.

        Jack’s heart seemed to be racing more than usual. He tended to have dreams, nightmares of something he had experienced before. Pieces of his childhood he couldn’t fit together. He could still taste the gunpowder which Colonels, Lieutenants, human beings put in his food.

        He reached over to his TV across his room and switched it on. After a while a clearer picture appeared on the screen. He then quickly switched the television off. He stopped believing in television and figured he has a bigger problem to face.

        He left his room and walked along the narrow hallway. The small table on his left opened up and a screen appeared with the words ‘FOX HOUND’ engraved on the monitor. It said,

        Password: Got a match?

        He left the building, sat on the bench just outside it and looked up at the sky. Looking at him wouldn’t make you think he was a secret agent trained for operations like the one he was going to face.

        Jack was a tall peachy coloured man with long blonde hair. He had blue eyes and a broad chest. Some thought he was a girl but never had the guts to say it to his face.

        A black car suddenly pulled up in front of him. Jack got up and approached the drivers’ window. The window slowly pulled down and Jack could see the drivers brown shark like eyes.

        “Got a match?” Jack asked

        The door at the back opened up and Jack got in. Inside the car was pitch black. Jack couldn’t see the driver or his own hand in front of his face. Jack wasn’t at all worried, as he had done this a million times.

        The car finally came to a sudden halt. The car door opened. He stepped out and found himself on the shore.

        “You need to get changed quickly. The chopper is waiting for you,” the driver said from his seat.

        “I already have” Jack said walking towards the helicopter.

        Jack had changed from his jeans and white top, which clearly showed his huge chest muscles to his infiltration clothing.  It was black all over wit lighter shades showing his skeleton structure. Delectate organs were heavily protected and looked extremely tight which helped him move very quick.

        Inside the helicopter looked like the car without the complete darkness. On his right was a telephone off its hook. He picked it up,

        “Snake do you remember the sinking of that tanker two years ago?” It was Colonel Roy Campbell, the one in charge of this secret mission.

        “Of course” Jack replied

        “Terrorists blow a hole in an oil tanker full of crude buried 20 mile off the shore of Manhattan…you’re classic nightmare. It didn’t take long for the government to put and oil fence around the whole mess. And then that mass offshore cleaning facility went up inside.”

        “The Big Shell. I hear the clean up isn’t quit over yet?”

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        “It takes time. But in the mean time the shell has become a landmark, a symbol of environmental protection. Approximately six hours ago the Big Shell was seized by an armed group.”

        “Do we have an I.D?”

        “Former members of the Navy Seal Special Anti-Terrorist training squad Dead Cell. Russian private army members may also be involved. It is a highly trained group and they have the Big Shell under complete control.”

        Jack put down the phone and inserted and ear piece known as ‘Codec’. It is a micro earpiece that directly stimulates the small bones of your ear when ...

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