Chapter 1: Alpha
Our Story starts in a command center deep in a bunker somewhere in flyover country US. In a dark room with multiple huge monitors on the wall, a Director barks out orders.Team Alpha!..status!... This is Team Alpha,..target spotted..Team Alpha is a go!... Team Charlie!? Target spotted!,..Team Charlie is a go! ...Team Bravo!?,...Team Bravo!!..Status...........................................Team Bravo if I have to.... This is Team Bravo leader,..Target spotted,..Team Bravo is go!,...But Director Sarah, there are too many innocents,...we can. !!GODDAMMIT BRAVO LEADER,....NEVER USE NAMES OVER THE COMM!,...F*CK IT! ON MY MARK,....3,....2..........1.............GO! GO,...GO,..GO...MOVE, MOVE, MOVE,...Where’s the Target!? All teams SITREP!..Team Alpha,... no visual on the target,..Team Charlie,..the same...Team Bravo...ditto! Where could he have gone?,...Our eyes would have seen him! Director no doubt he is hiding among the civilians! Any friendlies Team Alpha Leader?...No Director!,......Then mow them all down before they scatter among the friendlies! !!WHAT JUST BECAUSE THEY’RE MUSLIM?,...YOU CAN’T DO THIS!,..........................!KA-CHA-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-CHUN-The two elite teams of private mercenaries gun down a group of muslims in a heavily frequented tourist town in the middle east.All right children,..everyone gather around,..c’mon you guys! The Prime minister wants to take a picture with you all! Hurry, hurry,..it’s almost time to go if we want to catch the buffet we need to do this quickly!....!!WHERE IS JERRY!.....JERRY!I’m coming, I’m coming,...OOF!,.....OH,....SNAP!,..MY BAD!In a mad dash to make it into the picture, Jirmih trips, and falls on the Prime minister. I’m so sorry!,... says the Teacher responsible for the group of young tourist. It’s ok!,. says the Prime Minister,..As a matter of fact,..You stand by me, and shake my hand while we take this picture,..Yes?... YES!,..YES!,.says the teacher as she claps her hands in jubilation. What Is your name young one?,..asks the Prime Minister. My name is JirMih(ger-mye) Johnson. Well then good lad on behalf of the country, and this beautiful town of Mayat’-to-riah,..we welcome you, and hope you enjoyed yourself today! OK!,..OK!..that’s enough pictures,..the Prime Minister must be leaving now! Everyone board your buses promptly,..thank you,..thank you!As all the other young teens rapidly make their way to the air-conditioned buses,..Jerry notices movement,..it’s the Elite Squad of US mercenaries, they are frantically searching for something, or someone, while trying to remain discreet. The main ones are dressed in suits, but the attention getters are the soldiers in fatigues, and armed to the teeth, trying to hang in the back ground. These are different from the guard that he just saw protecting the Prime Minister...They had long left the area by now.!Hey ,..hey kid,..can you help,...help me.....pleeeeeeease! I don’t know man!,.says Jerry. Please young one,.. Jerry looks down and sees the man is bleeding. !!JERRY GET ON THE BUS!,..screams the teacher. I’m coming,.just wanted to get a game from my bag under the bus!,.as he slam closes the under carriage of the Tour bus. Jerry boards the Bus to see the Elite mercenaries looking around in frustration as the last of the buses leave the Oasis town in Middle East called MaYat’oriah. Where Jirmih Johnson has unknowingly entangled himself in a web, that he will not soon be able to free himself.Two weeks later in an empty hanger in a private Airport. Director Sarah and the teams that were in MaYat’oriah are having a briefing on the operation. A screen showing Jirmih being the last to jump on the tour bus is running in a ten second rotation, over, and over again. Director Sarah gets up in an intimidatingly sexy manner, and speaks gruffly.You let me down Bravo team leader. ....Sorry Director Sarah,..but we can’t just kill innocent civilians,..I’m tired of hearing about innocent “brown” people around the planet being massacred, because of trifling US interest! You’re tired!!,..says Director Sarah,.....you’re tired!? Let me get this straight,..YOU’RE TIRED?... I thought you guys were the best,....Apparently not! I thought you knew,..but you must NOT know who I AM!,..and what we do! Director Sarah reaches out her hand. The quiet and sharply dressed gentleman standing beside her hands her a high-tech looking small arms 9mm......!!POP!!In a second Director Sarah shot the Bravo team leader in the head. !!HEAR ME AND HEAR ME WELL!...I DO NOT TOLERATE FAILURE!,....And(talking with a sweet voice) I simply loath insubordination, and rude comments! She hands the gun back to the gentleman. Someone take out the Trash please!,...Oh yeah,..and someone....FIND OUT WHO THAT BOY IS!,,........And bring him to me!
