Today we continue with part thirteen of book 4. Hope you enjoy!
“You know that I am going to kill you right?” Mike grunted as he stood on the edge of the pier watching the helicopter fly east.
“I know you are going to try” Karl responded in his deep, gravelly voice, “but until that creepy little mind manipulating monkey is done with us you can’t. May as well work together and get this over with so we can mess each other up. What do you think we should do now? We don’t have a helicopter to follow them in? How are we going to complete our objective?”
“There is no we hammer head! There is only an objective, and each of us has to figure out what to do on our own. I will never work with you knowingly” Mike turned to Karl and focused his sinister blue eyes at the beast of a man beside him.
“Your choice runt, suit yourself. We will see who completes the objective first” with that Karl turned and walked away to find his own way of getting the job done.
Dead man walking Mike thought to himself.
With the sun already fading and the helicopter already out of view Mike decided to find whatever boat he could and head east, to where he had no idea, just east, and quickly before whatever light that was left vanished. It wasn’t long that the outboard motor sputtered to a stop and Mike was left floating in a sea of blackness and the lines between the Atlantic Ocean and the night sky blurred beyond recognition.
Since the power grid went down the City became a surreal version of itself every evening. The City that never sleeps slept. The eerie darkness was so all encompassing that most of the people who grew up there had never experienced anything like it. Few had been outside of the city and couldn’t really function at all in the total darkness that engulfed it with the lack of any power. No streetlights, no lit storefronts, the buildings stood as ominous darkened hulls barely silhouetted against what few stars could be seen through the heavily polluted air. Sometimes the only sign of life was the distant sound of gunfire echoing in the distance most likely between the people that had generators and those who wanted them.
The Champion stood in the darkness carrying a small knapsack. Staying in the shadows was easy; the entire dock area was one massive shadow. It was 4:00 am, and the Champion focused in on the only building that had a shimmer of light flickering behind its barred windows.
It was the right thing to do, and the Champion knew it. After what had happened earlier that day the idea of being at war and the reality of life and death had hit home. “No one died today,” the Champion thought, “but what about tomorrow. Shots have been fired now, and there is no turning back.”
Smuggling the bag of off Plum Island had been easy, the incognito mission was a perfect cover, and no one asked any questions. If they were going to fight the only fight worth winning is one fought on a level playing field, and the Champion was here to level the field a little. It was funny how the lines between the black and white and right and wrong blurred in battle.
The Champion took a careful look around and started towards the side door of the old warehouse.
Inside the warehouse, The Professor was sitting next to The Hassenpfeffer as he slept still muttering to himself about the sheer audacity of the vermin who had shot his blessed creation as Dr. Zu entered the room. She gently pushed his chair back from the bed and threw a leg over his lap while putting his hand around her waist and snuggled up close to him.
“You are all work and no play these days sweetheart, I am beginning to feel a little unwanted,” she said as she took off his glasses and kissed him on the cheek.
“Maybe it is one of your new pet psychos that you have been thinking about; I have seen the way you look at Suzie. You used to look at me that way you know” she said with a seductive grin.
The Professor pulled her close and kissed her. As he pulled away he stroked her hair, and in his best, John Wayne impersonation said, “You are the only lass for me Ms. Zu, why you’re the finest filly in all of New York City!”
Their hysterical laughter caused the Hassenpfeffer to stir, and they quickly exited the room to not disturb him any further.
“You are a bad woman Dr. Zu” The Professor finally managed to say after his laughter had subsided.
“That is why you love me….and your John Wayne is horrible” Dr. Zu replied.
As he pulled her close once again, their odd little seduction was derailed by the sound of something banging on the metal of the side door.
The Champion ran.
The Professor opened the door to find a small bag which he immediately opened. Inside was a blue suit with an initial on the shoulder and a note.
The note read, “The only thing that separates us from the animals, even in war, is that we are all human and deserve to be treated as such. This will even things out hopefully you can reverse engineer it.”
The Professor broke out into another fit of laughter at the absurdity of the comment as his goal in life was to combine human and animal DNA together and on a massive scale.
“Dr. Zu, my love, seems some sort of goody two shoes left us a little present due to their inferior human conscience. Fetch me that piece of material I managed to procure from Groom Lake, you know, the one that changes color based on its surroundings? Let’s take this little gift and make it better. We have an army to outfit”
(To be continued…)
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