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The Patiots
Topic Started: Aug 31 2008, 04:01 AM (68 Views)
Jdog101
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I never was a hero. I'm just a hired killer, thats all
Chapter 1
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A car drove slowly towards a school. Nick sighed. Fifteen years had passed and he was already 37. A bit too old to be a father. It was Friday again, the day Sam would bring her friends over and have fun and play games. What was that he saw? He looked out the window and saw a huge boy picking on his defenseless daughter. So much for defenseless. She grabbed his neck and forced out the air. His arm extended out, but she grabbed it, screwed it over the other way around like monkey wrench screwing an already tight bolt even more. The boy wanted to scream but couldn't, because of the stranglehold, and then she threw him straightforward on the ground. That was his Sammy.

She turned towards the street and began walking to her dad's new Ford GT. She opened the door to the passenger's seat and sat beside her father. Nick started the car and began driving into the road.
"How was school Sammy?"
"Good, as usual. My Biology test grades came in and I was the first again!"
"That's my little Sammy Wammy." He rubbed her honey-combed brown hair like crazy with his right hand and she began chuckling with happiness. "So what do you want this time?”
“I think this time I’ll pass.” She fixed her hair.
“You sure? I hear uncle Johnny's coming into town today. He says Shawn is coming too."
"You got me. And how's the Patriots working out for you?"
"Better then the CIA." He made a quick turn that caught both of them offguard.

The Patriots. That was the company he founded a few months after the Endless War. Withing the fifteen years the company was founded, it grew to over 40 countries and nations, providing services and jobs and lowering unemployment rates from 15 million to 5 million in almost every country. A miracle on earth. But that miracle came at a cost, his divorce. Jobs around the world never allowed him to spend time with Kelly, his wife and Sam his daughter.
They divorced when Sam was only five years old, so she barely knew her mother. That, in her eyes, was the saddest moment in her fourteen year-old life, but she was able to get over it.
Nick felt the same pain inside, only worse.
The Boss.
She was like a mother to him, but he ended her love to the world and to her country. She had on soul purpose she wanted to fulfill; The world was once whole, and she wanted to make the world whole again. That wasn't just her goal, but the Patriots have been formed on that purpose to carry forth that legacy. Nick was never a happy child. His mother died giving birth to him and five years afterward was placed in a foster home because of his father's death in the Endless war. A few years had passed since that day, and the light had visited him. Boss, Lorrie Colton.
A mother to heal his open wounds in life. When she had taken him into her arms, he felt the true meaning of homr and love. There he met who he knew now as Johnny and Jack. Nick was the oldest out of them, and when Boss left fr the Endless war, he took care of them and got an early job in the CIA. Within ten years, Johnny and Jack took different turns and seperated. At 22, he became the head of the CIA espionage team and ended the war. 'But at what cost?' he thought to himself 'The death of the only person who called Nick 'My son'?
Red traffic light. Nick stopped the car and set it to neutral. A black Ford GT drove and set itself beside Nick's car and rolled its window down and the driver stuck his head out. Nick looked over and rolled down the passenger window and his eyes met his sunglasses and black tuxedo.
"Hello Mr.Saviro. Nice day isn't it?"
"Can't get any better. What do you want?"
"CIA sources have located an island with terrorist activity written on it and-"
"Tell the CIA I'm not their pet rottwiller to kill for them when they want to."
He sighed "I believe I didn't make myself clear enough. There is a new war machine they have been creating and in a few weeks, will be ready to rage our country an-."
"I'm sorry, I DIDN'T make myself clear enough. I don't work for the CIA anymore." The light turned green and Nick drove off and made a few turns.

Nick lit a cigarrete, took a few puffs, and then stuck it between his lips as he parked his car in the reserved parking space. At the office, Nick threw his cigarrete in the disposal bin and crossed the platinum halls and the marble floors of the Patriots office building and in his office. He looked over to his secratary in her desk and smiled. He was a nice man, and at the same time, serious, caring and at he same time, fun-loving.
"Anything new Ms.Mercano?"
"There's a man from the CIA waiting you for inside. He says it's top secret."
"Thank you Ms.Mercano."
"Not a problem sir."

Nick walked through the well-lit hall and into his office. He opened his door and then closed it.
A man.
He well-dressed in a tuxedo and sunglasses and trimmed hair and no goatee to make his point. The usual CIA agent.
"I hope I wasn't late for what ever it is you want." Nick sat in his chair, across from him.
"Not at all Mr.Saviro, you're right on schedule. We, as in the CIA, want to discuss something with you." He said.
"Before we begin, What is your name?"
"Joe. Joe Craveci. I work for the CIA."
"Alright. So, what do you want Joe?"
"Well Mr.Saviro, there has been an island taken by terrorist through force. Inside operatives tell us they're just a few weeks away from unleashing a weapon of mass destruction on our country. and-" Nick said, hoping it would be different from what the man he met said.
"I'm not interested. I already told one of your friends that I met today that I don't do your work anymore. That's why I quit with the espionage faction and started the Patriots."
"Mr.Saviro, please listen to-"
"If you please, tell your company I'm not intrested in their information or their jobs. Besides, if there was such a thing, my operatives and sources would tell me so and so far, I've heard nothing. Now please leave my office."
"Will you atleast look at-"
"Out!" Nick raised his voice.

The man frowned and walked out cursing under his breath.
Nick wasn’t some one you wanted to mess with. His muscles were huge and works out two hours a day, everyday. He maybe strong, but that never meant he was stupid. In fact, Nick scored the IQ of 185 on a normal test. Smarter then the average Scientist. Nick got out of his chair walked over to the plaque on the wall, right from where the desk was facing. He looked closely at it and in his mind he read

"The world was once whole, and it shall be again, once more."
The Boss - Lorrie Colton

Nick saw his reflection in the bronze mirror on wood. Those once light blue eyes he had now turned dark blue, and his hair grew more rough but the distinguishable brownish-black was still there, and a five o'clock. He looked at his face and was able to distinguish it from the engravings. He could see them ripple in the writing, and in reality, his body grew heavy and his eyes looked as though they were going to cry blood from the pain.
"Boss....I'll get the revenge you deserve. I promise." he muttered to himself quietly.








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Chapter 2
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Saturday shone through the window and it signaled Nick Saviro awake. He looked at his clock

Sat 9:20:45 AM

He walked into the bathroom, took a shower, brushed his teeth, and dressed in jeans and a black shirt. It was big so it would cover his muscles which would stick out like a blood stain on a newly bought carpet. Today was his day off from work. He was busy. Very busy indeed. He had many jobs: A father of a fourteen year-old girl, an agent, a soldier, and at the same time a medic. It was a gift of how he could do all of those, let alone carry the eternal burden of life-ending.
Nick slowly and quietly opened the door on Sam. She was sleeping like an angel. She had his blue eyes and honey-comb hair from her mother. Her skin was soft white, just like his. He smiled and closed the door softly and let her rest. He turned to the kitchen and went inside. He cut a small stick of butter and dropped it on a frying pan and let the fire go. He grabbed a couple of eggs from the fridge. and set them on the counter-top. He heard the door open and close somewhere inside. Sam was awake and ready to start of the day.
"Sam, how do you want your eggs? eyes or scrambled?" He asked in a high voice for her to hear.
"Scrambled." She replied.
"Alright, breakfast will be ready in five minutes."

Life was a burden on Nick. He had to top off breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday, unless that is they decided to order pizza. Things were alot easier when Kelly was around. Just the thought of her made Nick frown. They loved each other so much, they were inseparable. Now she just took the marriage, spat on it, threw it on the ground and stepped on it. He wasn't the victim of this act, but the girl they named Sam.
He returned back to reality and remembered the eggs. He lifted the pan of the stove and shut it off. He slipped the eggs on a with a spatula and yelled out
"Sam, breakfast is ready!"
"Alright, I'm coming."

More importantly The Patriots. They were the Boss' legacy. Her body from beyond the grave, was Nick and his army of loyal men and women. Sam came down the stairs dressed and ready.
"Eat up, and get ready. Were going to uncle Johnny's at 1."
That was her gift for the test. For every test Sam had, they would make a deal. If she scored the highest in her class, she would be rewarded. So far, Nick wasn't very lucky.
If it was in bets or games or anything alike, she would beat him and and he would be forced to keep up his end of the deal.

"Has the CIA gotten to yet Nick?" Johnny asked as he took a sip out of his coffee.
"Not yet. What is it they want anyways?"
"No good, as usual."
"Well, it's a good thing I haven't said yes."
"Good, good." Johnny smiled.
"Hm?"
"I have a friend in the CIA. He says the CIA are coming up with ways to get you to go."
"Tell him the CIA should forget my existance." Nick finished his mug.
"They can't and won't. When you founded The Patriots, the CIA was practically ruined."
"Heh. Thought as much."
"Look, the CIA is determined to get you to go. They're practically doing anything to make it happen."
"What's so important about this island anyways?"
"Dunno. How's life holding out on yeah?" He switched topics.
"It's been better. Now that I'm a single parent, everything has to be perfect."
"I'm sorry for you man."
"Don't mind me. Just think about your future."

Sunday came to visit. Today was the day Sam did her homework. Nick would help her out and once they were done, Nick would go to work and she'd do what ever she wanted. True that Nick was a millionair, but he decided living in your everyday house was a good idea.

"Mr.Saviro, there is a person waiting for you in your office." Sally said.
"Great." He sighed "Is it the CIA?"
"No sir, it's a person with a very interesting resume. His name is Jack Fallow."
"Jack Fallow?"
"Yes sir."
He caught his senses again "Anything else?"
"No sir."
"Thanks Sally."

To the world, Nick was a very busy man. To Sally, he was the sweetest guy on earth. Never asked much and she got a good wage from him. She almost felt sorry that she couldn't more.

Nick walked in his office and saw a man walking aimlessly around his office and then stopped at the plaque and stared at it.
"Longtime no see Jack."
"Nick. It's been too long."
"So what do you want bro?"
"I want to join The Patriots."
"Alright. You know the procedure. Only a bit different. Now, let me see your resume and personal records, and you'll have your answer in an hour. How's life going so far?"
"It's good so far. Got a wife and kid and I'm still the perfect age to have a family. I hear you've been through a nasty divorce. Care to explain?"
"Hm. You still have the guts I see."
"I'm Jack. The risk taking freak."
"That's you alright. Now go hang around in the waiting room, while I look at your resume, when I'm done, I'll call for you."

Jack nodded and walked out. He was wearing Nike shoes, a blue shirt, dark blue jeans and a watch on his left hand. He had hazel eyes, blondish brown hair, and white skin.
Jack Fallow.
Once a friend of Nick Saviro during the time when Boss trained him. When she went to war, they were still young and were forced to take both necessary and unnecessary action to stay alive.
At five, Nick's mother died from a maniacal robbery, and was put into military school to be trained for the Endless war. At seven, his father died in the war and a few years later, was taken away by Boss. For ten years straight, he, Jack, and Johnny were trained by Boss and turned to super soldiers for the war. When Boss had disapeared into the war, Nick joined the CIA and in six years, became the head of the CIA espionage faction.
Jack reminded him of those moments they had as mindless children. The moments they had with Boss. And at the end of the that trail was nothing but misery.
Jack knew that Nick killed the Boss and couldn't do anything about it. The Patriots was the only thing he could do, and relive the moments.







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Chapter 3
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"I already told you the answer is no." Nick said calmly.
"But Mr.Saviro, you have to! The fate of our nation depends on it!"
"I told you no. When my company gets the information, I might consider it."
"Please Mr.Saviro! Your the only one who can do this!" He stood up and smashed his hands on the table.
"There are three ways out of this office sir. The easy way, the hard way, or in a body bag. I'll let you decide."
"Don't you care about your nation?!"
"The hard way or the body bag?" Nick asked calmly.
"What are you talking about?!"
He took out his radio "Mr.Fallow, take him out the hard way please."

The door smashed open. Jack grinned and walked over "My pleasure." He grabbed the man and forced him out the door. But he fought back and he was becoming a real pain
"You don't know what youe doing! it's the wrong choice!"
"I know what I'm doing. You guys don't. Mr.Fallow, please finish what I asked."
"Yes sir." He said proudly.

He grabbed his neck and put in him in a stranglehold and showed him the door.
Many people would think Nick is an insane man working for a well respected company. In truth, Nick wasn't insane at all. Through out his life, lots of people got on his nerves for no reason, but he was able to preserve his sanity and keep it simple all this time.
It was 9 at night.
The time of day Nick clocked off and visited his home.
He opened the door to his home and slid out the key's with a grating noise.
For some reason, there was no noise. At this time of night, Sam would be watching t.v or having fun.
"Sam?" He called out. "Sam, are you here?" Here called again.

Nick checked every room around the house until he was convinced Sam wasn't there. It was unlike her to do something like this. He went back in the living room, and saw Joe sitting on the couch.
"This is a really soft couch Mr.Saviro."
"Where's Sam?!" He yelled out angrily.
"Oh her, your little sweety had a little accident and had to see the doctor." He stood up "Help the CIA out and we won't have any trouble with your daughter again. She was a feisty little thing. We warned you 'no' was a big mistake."
"What you did now was even a bigger mistake."

Nick grabbed Joe by the throat and took him to his garage and began beating him mercilessly.
After an hour or so, Joe was dead and Nick called the hospital.
"Yes sir, there is a girl here matching your description. Says here, her name is Samantha Saviro. She also says her father is the director of The Patriots."
"That's me."
"Your Nick Saviro?! Oh my lord!"
"What is it?"
"Your daughter is in horrible shape!"
"How horrible?"
"'She could've died' horrible. But thanks to modern medicine and extensive research The Patriots provided, she was able to hang through.
"That's good to know. Is it ok if I come now?"
"Of course. As a matter of fact, she's awake right now."

Nick hugged Sam tightly in her bed but didn't know what to say. Jack was with him. It was ironic how Jack moved in the same neighborhood for a week and hadn't known about it.
"Do you have an idea who did this to you?" He asked.
"It was a man, he said he was from the CIA." Sam replied.
"The CIA?" Jack looked at Nick.
"Yeah, the CIA. Why?"
"Lets just say it won't end pretty." Nick said.

The doctor came in "I'm sorry sirs, but you have to leave. Sam needs her rest if she wants to heal up fully."

"Jack, there's one reason I've called you with me this night." Nick began as he drove the car.
"Let me guess, I'm fired." He joked.
"I wish, but no." He chuckled "I have an offer to earn an extra buck or two. Of course you don't have to take it. I'll tell you now and I'll get your answer at work."
"What is it?"
"This is gonna take forever, so, let me make this simple. When my daughter is released, you can watch from the sidelines and make sure she’s fine. You can get and extra buck that way.”
“I’ll do it, but without the money.”
“You sure? It’s about the Benjamins you know.”
“Heh, I’m sure.”






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Chapter 3

The car pulled up in front of the house and Sam wondered who the man was. She had seen him at the hospital when Nick visited two weeks ago, but the only answer was ‘He was his friend’. He’s been taking her to school everyday for the last week or so. And so far, every time she rode with him, she felt as though she wanted to drive forever from how smoothly he drove.
Jack dropped Sam off at school and headed towards work. Nick stayed home and began wondering about random stuff, how to get back at the CIA, and then it struck him and he smiled.
He got in his Ford GT and drove to only god knows where. After an hour, he reached an abandoned-like warehouse. He swung open the gate and a few men greeted him.
This was Nick’s sanctuary away from life. Virtual reality he created based on a couple of games in relevance to ‘Devil May Cry’. As young adult, Nick would always play Devil May Cry and beat it. He imagined himself in that world and thus created the ‘Virtual Reality Devil May Cry’.
The men took him to a large room. It was black, and neon green lined from all sides.
This game was a bit different from actual games. This would grade the user’s skills on a percentage and IQ from his actions.
It swirled around and Nick was in another world.

Jack drove with his sunglasses on and radio tuned. He also had a Ford GT, and that meant he kept the foldable roof down and would enjoy the pre-summer wind. He was on his own on the highway and Nick was nice enough to give him the day off.
POW!
A bullet hit his windshield and Jack turned around. He was aware of the car behind him, but he wasn’t aware the driver would try to kill him. He saw a guy from the passenger’s seat aiming slowly and fired multiple time again. Jack ducked and the bullets hit his windshield again
“So that’s how you want to play.” He took out a Desert Eagle 10 inch.
Jack sped up crazily and out of nowhere made a 180 turn. He grinned and rammed the car, making the passenger lose his gun on the streets. Jack aimed slowly at him and shot him in the arm, making him scream in pain. Then he aimed to the other guy’s arm and did the same. He got out of the car and threw the door open
“GET OUT OF THE CAR NOW!” He screamed.
They complied and got out of the car.
“NOW GET ON THE GROUND AND HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEADS!” He ordered.
They did as told again, knowing this guy would kill them if they didn’t do what he said.
“Now, I’m going to ask you a couple of questions. Who sent you?”
“Were not going to tell you-“ Jack smashed his foot in the man’s face “The CIA!” He screamed afterwards.
“The CIA? What do they want?”

Nick was surrounded by loads of men. All he had was a Yamato and a dual USP tactical. A man came up and charged him, Nick got out of the way, put the gun in the back of his head and fired. He fell dead and the body disappeared. Another charged, and then another, and another. Nick answered by shooting them and tricking them by killing their own friends. One was left. He charged and jumped in the air. Nick grinned and cross-aimed his duals and began firing repeatedly. The man was basically in midair by bullets piercing his chest. Nick stopped firing and let the body fall. He kicked the body back in the air, put away his duals and raised his Yamato, and when the body came down, he slashed it in half.
Nick was on the final level.
Here he would have to fight the mirror image of himself. The mirror image was called a ‘Nega’.
Nega appeared from behind and fired a couple of shots to knock him off guard. Dying in virtual reality doesn’t mean dying in actual life.
He was suddenly knocked out of the game.
“What happened?”
“You have a call from a man named Jack Fallow. Will you be taking it?”
“Yeah.” He took the phone and put it to his ear “Yeah, what is it?”
“Nick, I was driving normally and then CIA agents came and tried to kill me.”
“The CIA? Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. I have the men on the ground at gun point. What’s your order?”
“I’m coming to check it out, where’s your current position?”

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Chapter 4
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"Assualting one of my men, and actually trying to kill him. What do you have to say for yourselves?" Nick walked back and forth
"We had orders."
"Orders to kill one of my men?"
"It's not like that, its-"
"Shut up. You bastards hurt my daughter. And the guy who hurt my daughter payed the price hard." He dug into his back pocket and took out a picture "And that's what happened to him."
"Your nuts, doing THAT to a human!" one of them said
"I'm not nuts. You guys are. You actually took a risk of hurting my family, and look what happened to your friend. Now, why'd you assault one of my men on a public highway?"
"we already told you. We had orde-" before he finished, Nick smashed his face with a kick
"Orders aren't going to cut it. You either tell me or, I'll hand you back to the CIA in two body bags."

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Chapter 5
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"What should we do Nick? The CIA are already making threats and actually taking them!" Jack began
"I know that Jack. Which is why I have a plan to make sure this all ends and I know what the CIA really wants." he smiled
"Nick, what is that head of your thinking?"
"How would you like to get back at the CIA?"
"I'd love that."
"Help me round up atleast 15 men. Elites."
"I thought we were gonna hit their agents!"
"We're not. Our target is bigger. If the people think attacking you and assaulting my daughter physically is ok with me, then they've got another thing coming."

Jack had gotten used to calling Nick by his own name. What did Nick have in mind? Jack wondered, but it wasn't something pretty, that was true till now.

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Chapter 6
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A helicopter flew above a huge building and dropped a long rope down. Nick was the first to slide down, and then more men, and more, until they were all there. It was the perfect time at night. They had already disassembled the cameras before they got ontop. Nick bashed the roof door open and let the men go first and then followed them. He grabbed his M4 tightly and set against his chest and walked through the halls
"What should we do? Joe is dead, and those other two guys didn't give a report." a woman said
"Don't worry, he will go. I will make sure." Said a latino man. He got up and went to another room.

Nick bashed into the chamber and began aimed his gun.
"No body move!"
The men and women in the chamber looked oddly. Damn that Alex. He knew this was gonna happen and so went to another room. "I want to know whose responsible for the attacks on The Patriots!" He screamed.
"Calm down sir, we will tell you the meaning of everything." A woman stood up and took the risk of walking towards him.
"Stop where you are!" He aimed his lazer at her forehead. "One more step and that head goes bye bye!"
"But sir, we just want to explain everything! Some people we sent to deliver the message did the job in their own way."
"Get back to your chair and explain everything!" He screamed.

She went back to her chair and sat down
"It's all a misunderstanding sir. We simply want you to investigate an island swallowed inside out by terrorists. The CIA lacks the men and funds to do so. The Patriots, however, have more then enough equipment and you."
"Give me three reasons so I can believe you."
"Alright sir. First is because we've picked up anonymous activity on an island. We automatically sent a few agents to check it out, and hadn't a report since then. They are persumed dead. Secondly, before our agents were persumed dead, they reported a sighting of a new weapon. Something both living and mechanical, and ready to be released in a matter of weeks. Thirdly, and most importantly, if you suceede in that mission, we will right a contract to never assault neiher your company workers, or your family. The island is called Jahanam, or 'Hell' in Arabic."
After a few minutes "Teh. Nice try. You nearly got me with that third one." He lowered his gun "I'll give you one more chance to get me on that."

Alex walked out of the other room and saw Nick, his old friend and comrade from the Endless War. He was a bit older then ussual. 15 years never did anybody any good. Nick looked at him and gave an odd look.
"Nick!" Alex said in a spanish accent
"Alex! Longtime no see!" He looked around "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing really. I decided to join the CIA for fun."
"Teh. What do you know about an island called 'Jahanam'?"
"Not much, only it's swallowed by terrorist and their planning something big on it."

Nick looked around. Same info, but in different ways. When was the last time Nick had fun kicking enemy ass? Now that he had a daughter and no wife to take care of her, he couldn't risk marching to his death. What would Sam do? But at the same time, something inside Nick told him to go do it, but at the same time, he had to think about Sam. She was his only family left, and he loved her alot. But when would fun come around the corner again? He ripped out of his fantasy and grinned
"I'll do it. You guys have to keep your end of the deal though."
"Of course sir."

Jack busted through. "Your orders sir?"
"Round up the men and get to the roof. Were done here."
"Sir, you sure?"
"Don't question my authority. Now move."

Jack ran out with no questions and began rounding up all the men and stormed to the roof.
"We'll discuss this later. Be at my office. 8:30 in the evening. Don't be late. This includes only the people in this room." Nick turned and walked out.

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Chapter 7
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Nick sat in his office chair discussing what he had set up. Ironically, the lady he spoke with the night before was there only. The rest had something else planned and were not able to come. Nick doubted it. Besides that, Nick wanted to speak to Jill only, it felt like they shared a connection. Something like a hidden line in white snow.
"Before we begin, let me say one thing. I'm not your friend and I'm not your enemy. So don't expect me to do everything for you."
"Of course Mr.Saviro. We want to ask you, as you already know, to take a mission for us. A one man mission the CIA can't do."
"And why can't the CIA do it?"
"We lack everything The Patriots have. Let alone what you have. You've been trained by The Boss, and stopped a 30 year with another planet."
"And you sick bastards made me kill Boss on purpose. Keep that in mind."
"I am aware of that Mr.Saviro. We are truly sorry for your loss. It was our loss too. She wanted to die, and not in a war Mr.Saviro. She wanted you to kill her."
"I wish I could prove that." Nick laid down his hands and focused into her dark brown eyes.
"I have a file on what the terrorists have been making. It's a bio genetic war machine. Something like the Metal Gears you fought previously, only this time with a switch."
"Switch?"
"Yes. It's a normal machine, but with the same abilities as a human. It can talk, breath, eat and even think. What ever you want it to do, it does. It's called 'Shaytan' or 'Devil' in Arabic."
"If we were to make an assumption, when would the construction finish?"
"If we take in restless building around the clock, I would say two weeks at most." She looked into his eyes deeply and tried to find the old Nick Saviro who they forced to go into war 15 years earlier.
"That would be bad if we left them alone for sometime. So, how do you plan to stop this whole thing? I mean you have thought it out completely, haven't you?"
"We have. We've designed your infiltration method, how to destroy it, and escape plans. No glitch, there all in this file." She set a Topaz colored folder on his desk. "Take your time, and look through it."

Nick opened the folder of secrets and read the truth encrypted in words.
"What's this?" He asked "Rhino, The Dream, Snyper, Mantis and Reno?"
"I forgot to mention, they also know we would try to stop them so they set up a group of people with strange powers to stop us. Thanks to loyal operatives, we were able to sneak some information on their strengths and weaknesses. They are referred to as "Group Terror". Like I said, take your time."

He flipped through pages of the file on these 'people'. Nick looked at the first one. He was reading the summarized version, there was also a detailed version, but Nick skipped it for later .

Reno.
The leader of Terror and was said to be unbeaten in everything from brawn to brains and all in between. His weakness is conceitedness and glory of himself.

Rhino.
The human tank. 8 feet 6 inches in height and possess enough strength to break a boulder with a punch. His weakness is his the mechanical heart he has. A blow strong enough to destroy it or hit the major part is all it needs.

Snyper
A mind reading Snyper. She can find anyone anywhere through their thoughts and actions. Her weakness is up close combat. But none have succeeded in getting near her.

The Dream
The deadly child. A 13 year old boy with wide imagination and powers to somehow transport a man into his imaginative world. None were able to make it out alive. No weakness has been found up until now.

Mantis
The cyborg ninja. He sides with no one except Terror. No one knows much about him. It's been rumored he is man in an exoskeleton suit made out of titanium. He is the ultimate weapon and has no known weaknesses. Some even say Mantis is a female. not much is know, let alone gender.

Jill got up and turned to the door "I have to go now Mr.Saviro, I have important stuff to do. Look at the file and when you feel ready, let us know."
"I will. See you later. And remember, if the CIA assaults my daughter or one of my men again, and you can forget about everything you have."
"Alright, I'll make sure they stay good."

Nick watched as Jill walked out of the door in her black dress. He laughed to himself quietly. She tried to get him to go with that dress. He flipped the page into the detailed section. When he tried to read, the thoughts of Jill came back into his head. Something got to him alright.
He wasn't sure what it was, but it was Jill. Something she had reminded him of Kelly. The traitor he thought he would spend his life with, but in the end, left him with a baby girl.
Aside from all that, Jill seemed familiar to him. Like a childhood friend from the past. He couldn't place the idea for sure, but it was there.

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Chapter 8
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The bell ran signaling Sam to go to the final period of the day, Math. The teacher told them to write down what was on the board. Sam, side everyone with her, felt that school was a like a slavery where they are forced to learn, and would be punished if not done so. The megaphone crackled to life, and an old lady's voice was released "Samantha Saviro, report to the principle's office. Samantha Saviro report to the principles office."
It struck Sam hard. She never got in trouble. Why the twist of events? Had somebody blamed a prank on her? Had something happened to her father? She would soo find out. The teacher excused Sam from the class and let her go to the principle's office.Over at the office, she looked over to the secratary and she motioned her hand at a door that read 'Mr.Stone' and underneath it stood the words "Principle". Sam gulped and placed her hand on the door knob.
"Alright, lets see what we got here." Nick moved towards a table with a huge rifle-like cannon with a barrel of that of a rocket launcher.
"Sir, this is the improved version of the Stinger. Its been upgraded, the missiles travel longer and faster, not to mention the strength has been increased powerfuly." A man said "We call it, 'Spiral-117'." He then said proudly
"So what's the catch?"
"Glad you asked. Aiming is now easier and rockets have been loaded with piercing rays, with halflife exceeding Gamma rays. It gauranteed to destroy anything in its path."
"So, what's the only thing resistant to it, that is, if it exists?"
"Were not completely sure, but it's pretty strong. Look over at wall over there." he pointed to a busted up wall.

Nick looked at it. It was pierced heavily, leaving a nearly 4 meter radius along with heavy cracks. Nick turned again
"What did you say that wall was made out off again?"
"Cinder blocks and a 2 inch coating of diamond. Strong isn't it?"
"Pretty much worth the money and trouble."

What was he going to do? In about a week, he'd be parachuting into a terrorist island heavily overflowing with guards and sentries. He promised Sam he'd be back from his trip in no more then 3 days. What if he'd died? What would Sam do? She only had one family and that was her father. Her mother left her as a child and Nick was an only child with no known brothers or sisters. he would leave her at Jack's place. That's what he'd do. He'd take good care of her.
Other then that, Spiral-117 came out nicely. Enough to destroy even more then diamond in a pull of a trigger. The Spiral had one purpose only: If otherworldly creatures came to visit again, some what like 15 years ago, they'd be ready to fight back at any moment given.

Johnny wasn't ussualy the guy you'd see everyday. He had snow white hair landing nearly half an inch above his shoulder and aquamarine eyes. His skin was a bit darker then his hair. He was tall, standing nearly up to five feet and eleven inches. He wore black Reebok sneakers, blue jeans, and a greenish blue shirt. He was sitting at a table outside a cafe, as if waiting for someone.
Jill came to him and sat across from him. Johnny turned his aquamarines to her hazels. She smiled at him and began
"Step one complete. We got Nick to go. What's step two?"
"Step two, we make sure he gets there. And once he does, we'll let him figure it all out and then boom."
"Of course sir. Anything else you'd like to do?"
"Nothing really. I just wanted to make sure were on the same trail."
"Yes sir." She got up and walked away
Johnny smirked "And before all that happens, I intervene." he mumbeled to himself happily

Something about this made him feel guilty, and at the same time happy. The CIA thought they had everything, even a close contact to Nick. It was Jack's turn to make the smile of false trust appear on their faces. Nick had told him about everything the CIA did and told him precisely what to do if they came in contact, and luckily for him, it worked perfectly.
Jack's end was a success as well. The CIA payed him to help against Nick. Jack agreed to 'help' them, but at first ordered the payment at first. Then they got what they thought he did.
The CIA took the invisible bait and went to his friends. This was a trick play. Jack would get the money and information on the plan, Johnny would hear out the plans and became Nick's little bird, and the star of it all would apear to have fallen for it.



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