“This is a special news bulletin! We’ve have had word that the new CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the world is about to be announced. The company Biolife was created in the 1970’s to develop new biological products that would aid humankind. Over the years they created products from medicines and genetically modified foods to cosmetics and make up.”
“In 2007, the company signed a five-year contract with NATO forces to develop new biologically neutralising capabilities to eradicate the threat of bio-terrorism. The previous CEO, Michael Davidoff passed away in July of 2012. In a few moments the Board of Directors will make their final decision on who is going to be his successor. We have our economics and business expert Charles Macoy with us, what is your take on this quite significant event?”
“Well Susie, Biolife is a very well established company, its innovative ideas, inventions and corporate bailouts and investments have made it the most profitable company in the world. Of course this was not always the case and Biolife’s founder Michael had a vision to change the world for the better. Many sort to achieve this level of impact in world but none have really succeeded on this scale. After the success and difficult integration of food enhancing processes, the company’s value was worth a sizable amount. Despite his earlier wishes, Michael reluctantly decided to go more corporate with the vision of being able to do more good in the world. This turned out to be both correct and fruitful for himself.”
“Investment and resources came pouring in allowing him to achieve greater inventions such as extremely effective cures for malaria and energy refining machines. As time passed his empire grew and engulfed companies from retail to government departments. The company faced a difficult time as the founder’s health began to suffer with age and he begun to take a back step from the company. His board began making the important decisions but with Michael’s genius mind unavailable their shares began to drop.”
“To restore confidence in the company an announcement was issued that preparations had been made in case Michael passed away. They hired a small group of highly intellectual individuals as apprentices. Drake Steiner and Eric Stanton are two members from the group that have been reported as likely successors to take over the company. Both of these people we know little about, but for one of them this will be the opportunity of a life time!”
“I am sorry Mr Macoy we have to stop you as we’re now getting word from the company headquarters, Daniel what is the situation?”
“Thank you Susie! Yes things over the last couple of days have been crazy down here but the new CEO of Biolife has been decided and it is Drake Steiner!”
Five Years Later…
Sprinting through the streets is a man desperately trying to get past a crowd of people that are fleeing down the same road as him. The man was young in his early twenties, he wore a black polo shirt and a hooded leather jacket and this met with a pair of dark blue jeans. He was wearing large army style boots that disappeared up his jeans. He was board shouldered but did not have much meat on him but he looked healthy. He had very dark black hair that had been styled to form small spikes on side and at the front. The dark hair highlighted his very green eyes and his face had the stubble of a beard starting to grown around his cheeks and chin. He was a young looking man more so than you would expect for his real age. His body and arms showed subtle scars showing and active or clumsy lifestyle.
The air was filled with the panic of stricken voices; the whole town was immersed in chaos. The people bumped into each other in the panic and the man was nearly knocked off his feet by a frantic person trying to get by. Frantically looking around with anguish on his face, it was clear he was concerned about something. Shouts were heard in the distance, some intense fighting was going on. The man looked behind him and in the distance he saw the men who were invading their town. They were catching up!
People were forced back into their own homes and the other townspeople tried to defend themselves but were attacked. He continued to run down the road as fast as he could go but he was still looking around. He held a phone up to his ear trying to call someone but there was no answer, not even a signal was showing in the dulled out display.
Everybody tried to head out of town or retreat back into their homes but they were cut off abruptly as more men appeared in front of them! The crowd scattered further, running down the alleyways and backstreets of the town. The man had seen the upcoming force and decided to run down the nearest alley. As he run down the pathway he saw a woman lying on the floor after being knocked down by the frenzied crowd.
The attackers were getting closer but he decided he couldn’t leave her. He ran towards her, barging past the people who stood in his way. He knelt beside her and gently shook her shoulders and whispered to her
“Hello can you hear me?” he asked, there was no response
“My name is Leon and we need to get out of here!” He looked over his shoulder to assess where the men were and panicked when he could see they were close, really close! When he turned back to the woman she was awake. In her confused state she yelled out and hit Leon to the floor before running off. Leon was dazed from the assault.
He shook his head to regain some composure, his blurred focus trying to trace the alley he originally wanted to head down. He stumbled to his feet but struggled to see where he was going as tears welled up in his eyes. He had dropped and smashed his phone on the ground but it was useless anyway. As he stumbled along he wiped the tears with his hand revealing a blood smear on his palm. He dropped to his hands and knees, the world still a blur. The street was now quiet and Leon could hear the heavy footsteps of the men behind him, accompanied by a few muffled screams. A heavy hand landed on Leon’s shoulder, he’d been caught.
Both of Leon’s arms were being restrained behind him and he still couldn’t see the men close-up. His mind was full of thoughts, “what was going to happen to me? Were they going to kill me? What about my family and friends?” He was thrown on the floor face down with the men who had captured him and towering over him. The impact knocked the breath out of Leon and he started coughing uncontrollably. Leon looked up, the men now revealed to him. Three figures that stood in his wake they were chatting among themselves occasionally pointing towards Leon.
There were others all around him as well, though Leon could not see them. Leon knew he had to get away but struggled to focus his thoughts. His head was still badly injured. He was hugely outnumbered and was feeling weak from the fall. Blood trickled off his face as he looked up at his captors. They looked like soldiers and guessed they were something like that by their mannerisms and aggression. They wore leather armor with metal plates much like a modernised version of medieval armor.
They all looked slightly different though. The armor was accompanied with metal helms that covered the front of the soldier’s faces. As they turned they looked at Leon they flicked the switch on the side of their helmets. The metal retracted revealing their faces.
Leon’s gaze widened.
Two men and a woman stood before him. They all looked in the best possible physical condition like top athletes and one of the men was huge, about seven feet tall with a massive bulk body. He was bald and he also had a scar down his right eye. The scar ran from his forehead vertically downwards and finished up nearly down to the crease of his mouth. He had an intimidating presence about him. He wore large jeans that had metal armor held around his shins and thighs. The metal crafted look more decorative as it produced an aggressive vibe. He wore nothing on the top half of his body, just his exposed giant chest and covered in a thick brow of hair.
The woman was just less than six foot in height, slim and she had long red hair and crimson red eyes. A superior smirk was on her face, she had attitude and she wanted you to know it. She had protective gear all over her body. It was not fully metal and was similar to normal sports protective pads. They covered her shins and forearms and she wore metal plated gloves with leather underneath. She wore a kind of armor on her chest but it looked light and nonrestrictive. Under this she wore a red long suit.
The other man looked like he was in charge.
His armor had a more authoritarian look about it. It had a more elaborate helmet all the protruding metal work tinned in gold. Unlike the standard steal looking armor the other soldier’s had. He had blonde hair and a stern look about his square face and chiseled jaw.
His dark hazel eyes looked cold and dead and his body filled his armor with little room for give. He was stocky but not as much all as the massive one. He looked completely composed and showed no signs of fear.
The three were still chatting among themselves and Leon looked up at the two people who were holding him. Their helmets covered their faces so he could not see what they looked like but they were just smaller and not nearly as elaborate in appearance compared to the other three.
Leon continued to assess the situation he was in “Were they armed”? He thought.
The woman had, what looked like small guns holstered on both side of her hips. This was a strange sight in this era as most of the world’s firearms had been decommissioned due to the absence of major wars and an agreement by the Extended United Nations.
Only the military and Police services had them in short supply. The other two were different; the big guy had a massive hammer on his back. It was pretty much the same size as him.
“That’s INSANE! That should be impossible to carry even if he is as huge as he is” Leon thought. He could not see any guns on him, though this was of little constellation
Then there was the other guy. A large broadsword was strapped to his back. It was held in a black sheath and the hilt had a more modern look about it. The hilt was made of some type of memory material that fitted to the wielders hand more elegantly. Leon had seen this before, he had taken a few kendo classes in the past and he had always taken an interest in hand to hand combat as a hobby.
“This may be my only chance to fight my way out of this if I have no other choice. Not that it would matter as at the moment as I would most likely be killed outright” he thought.
Leon then heard a scream behind him, in the corner of his eye he could make out several groups of people being restrained like himself.
“Get away from her!” one of the other captors shouted.
Leon was startled as that voice came out just behind him. It was so loud it made him recoil in pain a little. Someone was pissed. Something was going on behind Leon that he could not see. He listened more intently, he could hear a woman yelling out but the attackers must have been covering her mouth as it was muffled. The man violently lashing out behind him must be some relation of her Leon thought. He wished he could help but he couldn’t even help himself at the moment.
“What the hell am I going to do?” Leon thought as he clenched his fists tight.
The three soldiers that looked in charge had finished talking. The blonde haired man gave a small hand gesture with his index finger out circling around. The guards that were holding Leon started dragging him along the floor and were pushed up against the wall face first. He tried to struggle free as best as he could, his teeth on display showing the force of his restraint.
His arms were held behind him, the guards then bound his hands together with hand ties. They flipped him around and kicked his legs from underneath him. He fell sharply to the ground yelling out in pain as he hit the floor. The guards held his legs together and bound them too. The events up to this point and the trauma Leon had suffered was beginning to catch up to him. He felt sick to his stomach, his vision was blurry, his breathing was heavy the sights and sounds around him becoming all the more distant as he struggled to keep conscious.
He looked over to his right where the others were being positioned as he was. The other man was violently struggling to break free. He was yelling at top of his lungs cursing his captors and issuing threats. One of the guards quickly paced over to him and without hesitating struck the man in the head with the palm of his hand. The man’s head struck the wall behind him leaving him fighting for consciousness as well. The noise made with the man’s skull hitting the wall was obvious they had done some damage to him. His body slumped over to one side towards the woman who he was with. She started to cry as she saw the man slump towards her. The guard stood firm in front of the captors, remaining perfectly still whilst their superiors wondered about the street behind them. Leon shook his head in order to gain some composure he could just about hear his captors talking. “This is Commander Kruger reporting in” the blond haired man said.
“With Lieutenant RED and Corporal LANCE”
“We have secured the East side of Haver town, the rest are secured in their homes. Any resistance we had has been dealt with and we have captured some civilians and are awaiting orders. What would you like us to do with them?”
Kruger was then listening in for a response to that message. Leon was trying his best to listen in on the conversation but it was no good, to him it was just murmured sound so he waited to see what was going to happen next. For a little bit he tried to break free from his bounds and succeeded in loosening them a little bit. This was not enough though so he sat tight.
Kruger, Red and Lance talked among themselves for a bit. This was driving Leon mad “maybe they’re doing it on purpose as some kind of sick joke” Leon thought but soon enough the guard stood back and the three took center stage. Leon then tried to pick up the courage to speak out against his captors. As he began to take some deep breaths to psych himself up, the woman next to him yelled out before he got a chance too.
“What are you doing here?” “Why are you doing this to us?” “Tell….”
“You will speak only when spoken to!” Lance yelled out interrupting the woman with an incredibly low and powerful voice.
Kruger stepped forward and raises his hands out in front of Lance to order silence.
“This is a lucky day for one of you. Not so lucky for the other two.” He begins to pace in front of all three of the captors. “We have received very precise orders from our superiors. A third of captors will be forced to work supporting our glorious campaign. Another third of the captors will be taken to one of our facilities for various reasons. You might even be lucky enough to walk among us as a brother or sister. The last third the unlucky one of you will be executed publicly. This will bestow upon the people a fear of how far we will go for our cause and that fear will help stop them rising against us. As commander of this area I have the pleasure of deciding what three of you will fit into these categories”.
Leon was shocked how calm Kruger was when he was making these life and death decisions. The fact he was so cold and calculating and put it down to simple equations was something Leon could not comprehend. Kruger demonstrated absolute power among them. The fact that his giant college responded to his orders without hesitance or attitude was show of this. There was something more than meets the eye with Kruger.
Kruger held his chin with his fingers humming to himself whilst looking deep in thought. He examines the three captors in detail still pacing in front of them. They were at his complete mercy. He extends his arm out pointing at the man who was defending the woman. He formed his hand into a shape of a gun and mimics the action of a bullet being fired from his extended fingers.
“Execute him”. Kruger ordered.
Leon thrashed around in his bounds.
“NO! He did nothing to you, nothing!” he shouted.
His words were met with silence. The man was still dazed by the attack he suffered earlier and was unaware what was about to happen to him. Lance smirked and with a sinister pose walked over to the man, grabbed a hand full of the man’s shirt and picks him up with ease. The woman next to Leon was screaming out begging the captors to let him go. There was no changing their minds though despite the woman’s plea. The woman slid down the wall in shock. Silence filled the air. The man was put on his knees and Lance places hands around his head and mouth. Lance grinned and a few pain staking moments passed as the woman looked helplessly on. A soft thud was heard as the man fell hard to the ground, he was gone. The silent air was filled with the hysterical cries of the woman next to him.
Leon could not believe his eyes and he shuddered away in disgust with what his captors had just done. He wished he could have done something to save him and felt completely helpless and vulnerable. He looked over at the woman next to him as he noticed she had stopped crying. She snarled and her sorrow was turned to anger and rage.
“You will never get away with this!” “So long as I’m still alive I will kill you!” she yelled out and said with such irrational confidence.
There was no immediate reaction from any of the group. Lance had left the body on the floor and returned to his squad and Kruger just smiled and let out a degrading laugh.
“You better shut up and calm down! Unless you want to suffer the same fate” Lance demanded.
As the group turned to themselves for another discussion Leon tried to get the woman’s attention.
“Psst, do you want to get killed now before we get a chance to do anything” Leon whispered to the woman.
“I don’t care! I just want to break free and snap their necks!” The woman said through her teeth.
“I know I understand you’re in shock but getting yourself killed now will mean nothing. Didn’t your friend just try to protect you?”
“No, you don’t understand! He was more than that to me and how do you expect me to feel!” she said scowling at Leon.
“Look we both need to find a way out of this and the only way we can do it is if we stay alive. You know live again to fight another day.”
The blunt truth from Leon was a bitter pill to swallow for the woman. She did take some acceptance on what he had said and sat in silence.
The squad finished their discussion and Kruger turned his attention back to business.
“Right and now for you two” Kruger said in such cheerful manner.
“The woman for testing and the man sent to work, you two really are the lucky ones from this” Kruger said as he laughed to himself.
“This guy has a sick sense of humor” Leon thought.
He found the confidence to speak out.
“You will never get away with this! The world and everyone will fight against you all! They will not stand for this unjustified attack and with such a display of horror. The world is at peace and it will make sure it is again!
Kruger just smiled.
“I hope they do retaliate, they will prove a good warm up exercise for us superior type of people” was his only response before moving on.
“Right guys take these two to the appropriate travel check points. We have more pressing matters to attend to” as Kruger said this he began to walk away with his two colleagues hot on his tail.
As they begun to run down the road to their next engagement the guards began to communicate with someone.
“We need a pickup from area twelve” one of the guards said, their voice sounded electronic as the voice was generated by the helmet and mask. The three that were in charge were now out of sight and Leon could now focus on what was going on now.
Whilst the guards were making arrangements Leon realised two things. The first was his leg ties were starting to loosen up so he could get out and the second was the guards were armed with swords as well.
“Time for an escape plan” Leon thought.
Leon felt he needed to redeem himself. He began to look around, there were only three guards left the rest had gone with the others. As the guards moved away Leon leaned over to the woman.
“I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now but I am going to try and get us out of this. What is your name?” Leon said.
“Erica” she replied.
“Erica, do you live in the town?”
“Yes” she replied with little emotion.
“I have a plan all you need to do is run, run as fast as you possibly can back your home and I will follow you”
“Why should I trust you, I don’t know you and I have never seen you before?” she asked.
“Because at the moment we’re in an impossible situation, I’m desperate to find the people I care about, my girlfriend and family and I need to get back home to them. I do not live here though and I know no one here so please can we help each other?”
Erica paused for a moment she took a deep breath.
“Ok, are you sure you can get us out of this? If you get it wrong were both dead”
“I am sure, I have to be for this plan to work but it is going to be hard”
She looked into his eyes that were calm and collective.
“Then I believe you can, what is the plan?”
“She believes in me even though I really don’t believe in myself. I need to if this is going to work, I need to” Leon thought to himself.
“Ok, here’s the plan”