And Justice for All?

He was sitting in the court room surrounded by bullet-resistant glass and a room shitful of armed police guards and armed baillifs. His attorneys standing and sitting beside him. He was chained and bound sitting in an uncomfortable position in a custom-made escape-proof wheelchair. The female Judge Marsal looked the defendant in the eye chained to his escape-proof wheelchair.

"Is he high on drugs or disabled?", asked Judge Marsal.

"Judge not or be judged" , answered The defendant.

"The defendant Mister Charles is accused of Terrorism, Blackmail, Extortion and Assassination. How to you plead innocent or guilty. Mister Charles.", said Judge Marsal.

"I plead neither." replied Mister Charles.

   And Then, A round piece of the concrete floor dropped Mister Charles and his wheelchair on to a maze of subterranean tunnels. A group of masked men pushed and moved Mister Charles through a series of labyrinth mazes. They were followed and chased by The U.S Marshals Service officers. Who had the look of amazement on their face. Bad things rarely happens. So, They were caught totally by surprise. They were loaded down by too much donuts and coffee. The courthouse police officers couldn't and wouldn't pursuit  because Their main job was to transport defendants and protect the safety of the judge and courthouse. The masked bad guys formed a delaying action to delay The U.S. Marshals. The U.S. Marshals were delayed for just a moment. It was enough to propel Mister Charles and his wheelchair over and out the cave-like exit. It flew through the air and caught in midair by a Quadcopter. A daring bold move and some what dangerous. That was executed with precise timing and plenty of man hours of practice with development of skill. The Quadcopter escaped with Mister Charles. He was sweating bullets. This was only a few times in his criminal career. That, He showed signs of being human. But none of the masked men notice it. They were too preoccupied with the job at hand. The snatch and grab was a success. As, The  Quadcopter was flying. Mister Charles wondered. Who had bailed him out and for what inhuman purpose? It was going to cost him. Either in money or flesh or blood. He owed forever for his very costly escape. Whatever forces were pulling the strings. Mister Charles knew that. They have power in high and low places. They have inside and outside help. They had to have inside help to pull off the escape with success.         

The Balance of Power

 Twelve of the world's greatest Rogue agents were seated around The Roundtable of Retribution. Their faces were covered with white masked and They wore from shoulder to ankle black judge's robes. They didn't know each other but knew of their peers reputations. They knew each others dirty deeds as it was called in their profession. In the world's oldest profession killing. They belonged to an elite secret society called The Balance of Power. They came from all over the world and different walks of society life. They wanted to mold the world in their own image. They wanted to put end to greed and war of countries. They would use their talents for peace. A contradiction of sorts. They were assassins with morals and a conscience to boot. They would only kill humanely to change the world and make it a better place. The laws of natural selection applied to them. Those who couldn't adapt or change were weeded out. Mister Charles stood up inside The quadcopter. He was blinded-folded. He could tell their voices were electronically altered.  They were hiding or trying to hide, who they were.

"What do you need with Mister Charles?", said Mister Charles.

"Who we are is no concern of yours", said the voice.

"We know of your talents, Mister Charles", said another voice.

"We want you to do us a favor", said a different voice.

"We have provided you with the means. It's up to you Mister Charles to provide us with your talent and expertise", said then another voice.        

dropped

Mister Charles was blind-folded suddenly heard a door open with it's electronic sound. He knew from the sound. He wasn't in The Court of The RoundTable of Retribution. He was still on The Quadcopter. That helped him escaped. The Roundtable was talking from a comsat from their location to The Quadcopter. Then, He felt cold air. He breath the cold air into the nostrils of his nose and felt the chill all over his body. Someone pushed Mr. Charles and He went flying out the door of The Quadcopter and into wild blue yonder. He could feel the cold air behind his neck and he had the chills.  He took off the black cloth bag. That was over his head. The laws of Newton and gravity was pulling him towads the earth. He was accelerating at a rapid speed into Terminal Velocity. He saw buildings. He didn't know. Where, He was suppose to land. He realized. He had to being thrown out of an aircraft. There was a communication device in both of his ears. Someone put it there in his ears. Which at the last second gave him the commands of what, how and when. He parachuted on and landed on the roof of a white skyscraper building. He was instructed. That, It was the designer human DNA gene pool bank. He took the equipment from his backpack. He bypassed the elaborate security system. He went down an elevator shaft and down some stairs. This was his bag. Killing and Stealing for money. Being imprisoned didn't hurt his talent or ability for as he called it High Class crime. Mister Charles thought piece of cake until He got to the main man level that held the frozen DNA of the world's most powerful people. It was guarded by a mult-layeri-tier security system. The first tier or layered level was an invisible laser light syetem. No special googles were ever invented to make it visible to the human eyes. The second tier or layered level was a seismic system. That only a human would set the alarm off. The third tier or layered level was the human element. They were special outfits and boots. Which, Made them immune to all alarm systems except the human recognition fail-safe system. They had to eye and fingerprint I.D and DNA I.D to patrol once every hour this sector of the building. The fourth tier or layered level was a series of wireless artifical controlled remote cameras. That was actually inside the designer DNA gene pool bank. He didn't know if it was the final tier or not or was there an unknown factor fall back system nobody knew. Except, The upper echelon of management. Mister Charles could no longer hear the voice. His communication device in both of his ears was being jammed by the steel beam structure of the white skyscraper. So much for technology.                       

Cold Reception

 It was a dark gloomy cold winter night. He was on R&R.  He was in the middle of making love to a beautiful perfectly young nude female form. They were joined as one male and female formed as of one organism. Their warm breath heated up the small living room of the cabin. Without warning, There was the knocking down of the front door of the cabin. He could see the green glow of the night vision. He climaxed inside the beautiful nude woman,  way too early.

"Rats, It was nice. I've got to go", He said rather quickly.  

He disappeared like a puff of smoke. Something a trained magican might do or like a ninja. Nothing like a ninja movie. Movie ninjas didn't represent what

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Curtis L Fong
Lektorat: BookRix
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.01.2016
ISBN: 978-3-7396-3244-5

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