Story Evil's War Journal - Marksman: Prelude to Chapter 6

Dedicated to @DarkTitan_ , @SoullessSpooky , and @marcel18167


The Blackhawk fought its way through the night air over the Pacific Ocean, rain battering it from every direction.

Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the bay. The choppy seas crashed as waves and rain pounded the black helicopter.

This mission reminded Evil of the fateful mission in the Bearing Sea off the coast of Alaska. Similar situation.

Evil and Soulless had been the last two operators of a team of twelve operators that went in to seize a cache of arms.

Upon entering the building a booby trapped door took out three operators and alerted the enemy to their position.

Everything went tits up from there.

The arms dealer’s bodyguards killed seven of the operators in a bloody battle.

Soulless and I had failed our mission, and barely escaped with our lives.

As you could imagine, I was pissed. I hate to lose at anything, much less to a bunch of retards trying to sell stolen hardware to terrorists.

Staring out into the blackness, I clenched my jaw. That night still gave me shivers.

I vowed that we would never lose again and I began to formulate ideas that would carry me much farther than being a covert operative.

It was at that time, I was pondering becoming a super villain.

Sure I didn’t have any powers, but I had military training, weapons, strategy, and I was one of the smartest people on the planet.

“Ship spotted off starboard." The pilot called over the radio as he swung the Blackhawk over to the left.

“Engaging, 2 targets aiming at helicopter, over.” Dark commented while aiming at the two idiots trying to shoot at our helicopter.

The helicopter swiveled and hovered over the deck of the ship, and Soulless pushed his rifle over to the side, letting it stay mounted on the arm. He grabbed his MP5 and activated the scope, slamming the palm of his hand down on the bolt, releasing it from its locked position, loading the gun.

Prior to this mission, while “Jocking up” in my Special Operator clothing, loading weapons and ammo I decided to pack my SCAR H and Glock 17. I also had a back up Rhino Revolver pistol, knifes, nades, flashbangs, and incendiary devices.

Dark gave me a thumbs up, and I returned the signal. A green light flashed, and Dark yelled, “Go! Go! Go!"

I grabbed the line and slid down, quickly followed by Rock. Titanium grabbed the line and then slid down, and then Platinum went. Then it was Soulless' turn.

The trickiest part about repelling from a chopper in the middle of a rain storm is the rope and landing deck can get slick as hell.

I pulled up my SCAR H and gave Soulless a thumbs up. We moved in like ninjas, I always got goosebumps watching us move in as one.

I reached the corner of the deck, and leaning around the corner made sure there weren’t any sentry’s. Satisfied that it was clear, I made a “Move" signal, and, moving slowly, started around the corner.

“Soulless has been hit.” Dark talked through over the coms.

Dammit, he must have run into security resistance. I was using my cell phone app to detect the scientist below deck.

Topside, Dark was retrieving his chain link breakers from his back. He knelt and examined the chain binding the doors together, and placed the jaws of the chain breakers to one of the links, snapping it, and pulling the chain off. Before he went in, he clicked his radio on.

“Evil, this is Dark. We found the container and we're opening it up. Over." Dark paused and listened, but all he heard was static.

I had found my target below deck. Doctor Fredrick Korhonen was a molecular biologist from Finland and I deviated from my mission to find this high value target.

“Evil, this is Dark, please respond." Dark said again, looking at Soulless, and again, was greeted by static. “Rock? Titanium? Platinum? Anyone?"

Still, nothing.

Dark looked at Soulless.

“We can deal with it later." Soulless said quietly. “First, let's open up that container."

Dark nodded, and Soulless drew his Glock, leveling it at the doors. He could hold it in both hands now. The handgrips were coated in blood, making the gun slightly slippery, but it was drying.

Dark heaved on the door, and Soulless waited. Nothing happened. Dark pushed open the other door. Again, nothing. Dark stepped into the container and clicked on his flashlight.

There was a crate sitting in the middle of the container that was tied in place. Nothing else was inside the container.
Dark approached the container warily, drawing his knife and cutting the cables holding the container in place.

Soulless was on the Geiger counter again. “It's picking up a little radiation. No clear signal."

Dark popped open the latches on the container and lifted the lid.

Instantly, the Geiger counter in Soulless' hand went wild. It was vibrating and screaming a siren, the meter maxed out. Soulless quickly shut it off.

Dark peered in the container and his heart skipped a beat. “Oh my god. . ."

Soulless looked in and swore.

Inside the crate sat a warhead four feet wide and four feet tall. It had a panel mounted on the side with an access hatch.

Dark stepped back and activated his radio. “Evil. Come in. NOW!"

Still silence over the radio.

Soulless tried this time. “Evil, it's Soulless. They have a nuke. Repeat, we found a nuke."

No response. While I spoke to the good Doctor. With a little interrogation he gave me all his research on the human genome project he was working I could find a way to become a Super Person….

I knocked the good doctor out with an upper cut and made my way topside.

Soulless stepped out of the container, and Dark went after him. “We have to find the others and get out of here." Soulless said. “Random has to know-"

My life model decoy (LMD) was aboard the ship. I activated the signal on my Blackberry and my LMD continued topside.

I continued down to the engine room where I was going to plant explosives.

This was my last assignment as a Special Operative.

I needed to disappear, work on my formula, and begin my “new line of work.”

Listening to my com's I heard my life model decoy fighting with some sailors. While they were distracted beating the crap out of my decoy I made my way down to the engine room and planted enough C4 to sink the titanic.

Topside ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Suddenly, floodlights in the room began switching on. Sailors and guards were swarming the catwalk around the top of the room. A team of them kicked in the door and leveled their guns at Soulless and Dark, flicking the safeties off. “Don't move!" One of them yelled.

Soulless had his hand on his Glock but didn't move to draw it. Dark had his MP5 aimed but did not fire. More enemies moved on behind them, leveling G36 carbines at them.

One of them stepped forward. He had Evil held from behind. Evil's hands were secured behind him by a pair of zip ties. He was holding a Five Seven to his head. “Drop your weapons, or your friend dies." He said with a thick Irish accent.

“What should we do?" Dark muttered. He now had his gun aimed on the man holding Evil, who shifted Evil so that he was in the line of fire.

“Drop them!" The man yelled.

“Do it Dark!" Evil yelled suddenly. “Shoot this guy! Do it through me!"

“Shut up!" The man yelled, jabbing Evil's head with the Five Seven. “Drop your weapons, or I put a bullet through his head!"

Soulless stared at the man and the man stared at Soulless. Evil gave Soulless a pained look, mouthing “Do it."

There was silence through the room except for the clicking of weapons.

“Drop it." Soulless murmured, placing his hands on his head.

Dark was immobile for a second, then, with one hand, placed his MP5 on the floor, rising and putting his hands on his head.

Four men rushed forward, removing Soulless' Glock and picking up Dark's MP5. One of them grabbed Soulless' hands from behind with a pair of zip cuffs, but Soulless didn't care. All he could see was Evil looking into his eyes, the normal cool and calm look gone. Evil was defeated.

Below deck ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I’ve set the explosives to detonate in 10 minutes” and my team as well as my life model decoy are caught upstairs.

My plan to steal the science behind super soldiers and “retire” from active service were in jeopardy.

“Time to go to back up plan, Wildcat, Tango, Foxtrot I repeated into my special com set.”

Using my alternate set of com's I radioed my Alpha team of battle bots.

A Second Helicopter----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The battle bot pilot flew efficiently and accurately through the storm. While the copilot signaled GPS locations to my artificial intelligence system aka “Scion” I made my way to the far end of the ship.

In my “free time”, I had been secretly been orchestrating criminal acts all over the world.

While the guys on my team though I was teaching at a local university I was secretly hacking the largest banks all over the world.

I was ready to walk away from this life and enter a new one where the stakes were higher and my enemies had super powers.

The robots dropped a line and I held tight. They were wrenching me up to the stealth chopper.

I gave the order to the robots to save my crew. The Scion mainframe AI instantaneously developed a plan to rescue my team.

While the three 6 foot tall battle bots pulled up their rifles as the chopper swung around to where everyone was.

They began taking aim, precisely calculating targets distance, wind speed, as well as weather.

I knew their shooting programming was calculating trajectories and they were prepared to save my crew upon my command. Their high powered pulse rifles powered up as the chopper swung around to the starboard side.

I slipped out of my old Special Operations clothing into my armor and helmet. One of the battle bots assisted me as the wind rocked the chopper back and forth.

My battle bots look like the robots from Terminator movie. Heavily armored, nuclear powered, and programmed for mass destruction I was ready to put them into play.

Side profile of a Battle Bot:


Once I put on my helmet, I was able to see heat signatures as well as the heat signal to the nuke.

In my armor, I am able to move faster, farther, and lift up to 10 tons.

I’ve built enough high tech weaponry into my suit to give me the advantage when tangling with super people.....these idiots are in trouble.





Stay tuned to the conclusion….

 

Love your stories, just like adding a little twist.

I'll finish and publish the book early next year.

@DarkTitan_ will be in it!

I based my story off @SoullessSpooky 'a the Marksman ch 6 story.

 

Yes, still writing my book...I am planning on wrapping that up early next year. BOOM! Also, planning on submitting it for publication.

The book synopsis:

A Super Hero team like the Justice League becomes infected while battling a crazed, billionaire, Super Villain who is secretly running for president of the United States. The battle is covered on live TV.

Something goes horribly wrong and the heroes and villains become infected with a zombie virus....unable to control their powers they shut down a major metropolitan city and infect mass causalities.

The "Superman" on the team has a complete nervous breakdown when his team is infected.

Super hero teams from all over the world converge on the city to save the population. Most of these heroes have trouble killing and quickly become infected. This adds to the mayhem.

The military is powerless to do anything other than contain the infection.

Within 72 hours, the President of the United States issues a plea to people with "special abilities" to assist in retaking the city. The plea is directed toward the Super Villain community...

The President agrees to terms and conditions of a "Mea Culpa" style deal. She agrees to pardon a Super Villain team of "Ghost" operatives the world knows little about.

This team has been retired nearly 10 years. They are legends within the Super Hero & Villain community.

These "Ghosts" were rogues of the highest caliber, assassins, thieves, weapons developers, killer robots, and hackers. They were responsible for hundreds of billions of dollars of theft, death and destruction, in the US and Europe. They have never been caught and were outlaw legends.

Their mission: Kill the zombies, find a cure, save the world, and stop an a-hole from becoming President of the United States.........dundundun!

 

I'LL see what I can do!