Prologue 6

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        I punched in intervals of saying his Miranda Rights, of course with my knife still in his abdomen. “Asshole… you … are … under … arrest …” I stopped and flipped him over onto his chest and said “You should know the rest.”

  “Hah! You think you’ve stopped us; this is only the beginning of the end for your glorious pig of a country. Right now you are sitting on a chemical bomb. If you don’t let me go I will detonate it and everyone here will die a slow and painful death.”

Then police, secret service and military personnel backed up and cleared the streets surrounding the building. I eased up on the grip around his wrist and got off him. The terrorist held the detonator in one hand and his rifle in the other. When the two of us were a good distance from each other, the terrorist lifted his gun towards me and said:

    “I got vun more bullet in this baby;” I heard guns lifting towards this terrorist, “I think I am going to use it on you. One person moves an inch with intention to harm I will detonate the bomb!” He yelled to the crowd of officers, marines and secret service agents. I lifted my left hand with two fingers moving in a circular motion signaling the men to stand down.

               In the distance on a building down the street I saw a hovercraft land and someone got off. Hopefully it was a sniper.

  “I’m going to count to three and you shoot. Is that fair?”

                “Da we shall do this.”

I closed my eyes, put my hands up and closed my right hand three times and said “1… 2… 3!” I just stood there, it was a misfire, empty chamber and out of his other hand, well where his hand would have been, the detonator came flying out. I ran up to him kicked the revolver out of his other hand and threw my hip and a knife into his stomach and flipped him over onto his back. I held his right arm twisted up with my knee across his neck and with my left hand; I held the knife in place

  “Unlike your dumbass, we have damn near perfected the art of snipers, stealth, skill, precision and dedication to kill.”

    “Damn that was too close lil’ bro.” Anthony radioed in from the building roof down the street. “You are lucky I am such a good shot. And that the secret services guys told me the situation before I got up here."

  I responded while I tied his arm back behind him,“You can say that but I’m 18 and you ain’t the one having girls pin up posters of you in their bedrooms.”

     “Touché little bro, we should get back to Headquarters; the president would want a debriefing on what is going on.”

  “Can you come pick me up, that asshole blew up my car.”

                                “Yeah sure, I brought that prototype from R&D.”

                                      “Lucky ass, they let you bring that out?”

  As Anthony landed the two bikes I hopped on one and we took off for our base across the “Frozen Ocean.” When we got there, we were debriefed on the situation and what planets were controlled by the Russo-Chinese.

  

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