Post by INACTIVE - Hardencairnom on Nov 4, 2006 19:48:37 GMT -5
A phone rang. A man, visibly ageing, picked it up. "Yeah?" he spoke.
"Horus, this is Asmodai of the Tigris. We need your help at coordinates one seven slash four eight point nine zero one."
"Be right there."
"Thank you. You be there in one-" The phone line went dead.
Horus opened a drawer and took out a briefcase. Inside there was a Beretta 92FS, a 9mm Handgun with a high clip capacity. He ejected the clip and looked inside. He had a full clip. He put the clip back in and loaded the gun.
Outside a small building, police cars were pulled up to form a barricade. Cops were everywhere outside with guns, mainly sub-machine guns.
A black car pulled up outside the building and stopped. Three men got out, all of them agents. Agent Quinn, a devious agent who could easily gain control. Agent Ash, a program with almost no will, but luck. Agent Donovan, another agent who was devious and very smart, but not as devious as Quinn.
Quinn stepped forward to a captain. He was quite impressed that he had got there so quickly. "Good evening captain," Quinn spoke.
"Hello..." The captain spoke, nervous.
"You're not in trouble captain,-" Ash spoke. He was cut off by Quinn. He obviously wanted to talk with the captain alone.
"As my colleague speaks truthfully, you are not in trouble. I want to give this to you." He handed over a small package.
The captain took it and opened it. Inside was polythene wrapping. He opened the polythene wrapping to reveal a small pouch of heroin.
"Case file 617," Donovan explained. "We obtained it from a manufactoring facility in which we found some troublemakers. We thought you should know."
"Good. Thank you. You can leave now."
Quinn nodded to his colleagues and walked back to the car. He was stopped. He grabbed his earpiece.
"...Horus, this is Asmodai of the Tigris..."
He drew a black Desert Eagle and grabbed Ash by the shoulder, who was also alert. Donovan joined them. Cops also followed them, some even getting in to cars.
Ash aimed and fired.
"Holy sh*t!" A voice shouted, whoever was there already running. Something clattered to the ground.
Ash and Donovan ran for whoever was there. Quinn, however, walked towards the phone and picked it up. Ash had shot a piece of metal poating on the back.
"What is it?" The captain asked. He was standing next to Quinn.
"Case File 619," Quinn spoke. "Evidence piece 1. I want this ii packaging." He patted the captain twice on the shoulder before walking away.
Ash walked down a dark corridor. The moonlight stretched across and down to the other end.
A door creaked open. Ash looked inside. It was an office. He walked inside. There was absolutely nothing there but a computer on a desk and an office, along with some document folders and filing drawers.
A shadow came over Ash's back. "Did you find anything?" Donovan asked. The voice was unmistakeable.
"No," Ash spoke. "The primary target escaped."
There was a smashing sound. Ash was already alert. "Check it!" he ordered Donovan.
Donovan nodded and drew his gun, then walked in the direction of the smashing sound.
The path led to a corridor. There was a smashed pot half way down. Donovan examined it and looked around.
A bar smashed into the back of Donovan's head. The man was there with a metal bar, looking around his surroundings. It was clear. Then he dragged Donovan through a doorway and came out, looking both ways. Again, there was nothing there. He walked out of the office, took out a phone and dialed a number.
"Operator?"
"I need you to get me out," the man spoke, quiet but urgent.
"Okay, but you must do exactly as I speak."
"Move five steps down the corridor, and get in to the office to your right."
Ash, hearing this, loaded his own gun and walked out of the office he was in. He then continued in the man's direction. At the other end of the corridor, a door slammed shut.
Ash ran down the corridor. Nothing. No evidence, except behind him was a broken vase.
A phone rang nearby. It stopped ringing in a short time and then there was a buzzing sound, then the sound of a phone falling to the floor.
Ash smashed the door next to him open to see a phone on the floor. He walked outside to hear gunfire. The police men outside were shooting. But what at?
Horus lay flat against a brick wall. He peered around the corner and fired the handgun he had earlier at a few police men, killing them. Then he ran down the wall to the other end, which had a barricade on it.
Horus looked down the wall. It wasn't so much a wall he had travelled down. It was more of an alley.
His eyes met a ladder, which had a guard on it. He shot a padlock off, releasing the guard. Then he climbed the ladder as fast as he could.
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I'll continue later. The time is 12.40 am GMT and I'm feeling really tired, so I'm going to bed now.
Feel free to comment, criticism welcomed.
"Horus, this is Asmodai of the Tigris. We need your help at coordinates one seven slash four eight point nine zero one."
"Be right there."
"Thank you. You be there in one-" The phone line went dead.
Horus opened a drawer and took out a briefcase. Inside there was a Beretta 92FS, a 9mm Handgun with a high clip capacity. He ejected the clip and looked inside. He had a full clip. He put the clip back in and loaded the gun.
Outside a small building, police cars were pulled up to form a barricade. Cops were everywhere outside with guns, mainly sub-machine guns.
A black car pulled up outside the building and stopped. Three men got out, all of them agents. Agent Quinn, a devious agent who could easily gain control. Agent Ash, a program with almost no will, but luck. Agent Donovan, another agent who was devious and very smart, but not as devious as Quinn.
Quinn stepped forward to a captain. He was quite impressed that he had got there so quickly. "Good evening captain," Quinn spoke.
"Hello..." The captain spoke, nervous.
"You're not in trouble captain,-" Ash spoke. He was cut off by Quinn. He obviously wanted to talk with the captain alone.
"As my colleague speaks truthfully, you are not in trouble. I want to give this to you." He handed over a small package.
The captain took it and opened it. Inside was polythene wrapping. He opened the polythene wrapping to reveal a small pouch of heroin.
"Case file 617," Donovan explained. "We obtained it from a manufactoring facility in which we found some troublemakers. We thought you should know."
"Good. Thank you. You can leave now."
Quinn nodded to his colleagues and walked back to the car. He was stopped. He grabbed his earpiece.
"...Horus, this is Asmodai of the Tigris..."
He drew a black Desert Eagle and grabbed Ash by the shoulder, who was also alert. Donovan joined them. Cops also followed them, some even getting in to cars.
Ash aimed and fired.
"Holy sh*t!" A voice shouted, whoever was there already running. Something clattered to the ground.
Ash and Donovan ran for whoever was there. Quinn, however, walked towards the phone and picked it up. Ash had shot a piece of metal poating on the back.
"What is it?" The captain asked. He was standing next to Quinn.
"Case File 619," Quinn spoke. "Evidence piece 1. I want this ii packaging." He patted the captain twice on the shoulder before walking away.
Ash walked down a dark corridor. The moonlight stretched across and down to the other end.
A door creaked open. Ash looked inside. It was an office. He walked inside. There was absolutely nothing there but a computer on a desk and an office, along with some document folders and filing drawers.
A shadow came over Ash's back. "Did you find anything?" Donovan asked. The voice was unmistakeable.
"No," Ash spoke. "The primary target escaped."
There was a smashing sound. Ash was already alert. "Check it!" he ordered Donovan.
Donovan nodded and drew his gun, then walked in the direction of the smashing sound.
The path led to a corridor. There was a smashed pot half way down. Donovan examined it and looked around.
A bar smashed into the back of Donovan's head. The man was there with a metal bar, looking around his surroundings. It was clear. Then he dragged Donovan through a doorway and came out, looking both ways. Again, there was nothing there. He walked out of the office, took out a phone and dialed a number.
"Operator?"
"I need you to get me out," the man spoke, quiet but urgent.
"Okay, but you must do exactly as I speak."
"Move five steps down the corridor, and get in to the office to your right."
Ash, hearing this, loaded his own gun and walked out of the office he was in. He then continued in the man's direction. At the other end of the corridor, a door slammed shut.
Ash ran down the corridor. Nothing. No evidence, except behind him was a broken vase.
A phone rang nearby. It stopped ringing in a short time and then there was a buzzing sound, then the sound of a phone falling to the floor.
Ash smashed the door next to him open to see a phone on the floor. He walked outside to hear gunfire. The police men outside were shooting. But what at?
Horus lay flat against a brick wall. He peered around the corner and fired the handgun he had earlier at a few police men, killing them. Then he ran down the wall to the other end, which had a barricade on it.
Horus looked down the wall. It wasn't so much a wall he had travelled down. It was more of an alley.
His eyes met a ladder, which had a guard on it. He shot a padlock off, releasing the guard. Then he climbed the ladder as fast as he could.
---
I'll continue later. The time is 12.40 am GMT and I'm feeling really tired, so I'm going to bed now.
Feel free to comment, criticism welcomed.