Chapter 1
Written by Matthew Sinn A.K.A. Sinbad the Mountain
My name is Roger Rex and sometimes called T-Rex. I was a soldier within the Canadian Army. Who proudly served for five years within the 3rd Infantry Unit. At the rank of Major. While also treating my squad mates as family. Who all watched each other’s backs until one night on June 2nd, 1986. During what was supposed to be a harmless training exercise within the North-West Territories. Had gone wrong when one of the men within my squad had caught sick and was requesting evacuation from the training exercise, only for our superior officer to be a stubborn hard ass. Refusing to let him leave for medical attention. A as you can imagine, we had ourselves a real heated argument. Which quickly escalated and lead to us having ourselves a fist fight. With him not going getting a broken nose, but also badly injured his left arm plus a black eye after he drew a knife on me.
Yet despite what my squad had scene. I was still placed under arrest by Military Police and thrown in military prison for the next three years and honourably discharged as well. Who’ve been here for about a year now. As I sat here within my jail cell at the age of 26 years old. Standing at 6′0 tall, thick dark brown hair and dark brown colour eyes. Eating my ham and mash potatoes. While sitting near one of my fellow prisoners 27 year old Captain-Sergeant Sam Wonders A.K.A. Dice. Who standing at 5′7, bald head, small scar underneath his right eye, dark blue colour eyes and had these six skull tattoo’s on his upper right arm. Which represented the worst people he’s ever killed in his military service. Who was also given that nickname for every time he was send onto a mission.
He would roll his lucky pair of dice and if it landed higher then six. Then it would be a successful mission. Though if it landed on ten. Then we should be worried. For it was a sign of bad luck. Who landed here after some asshole engineer stole his dice from his locker. Which he didn’t take very well. As they got into a brutal brawl which landed him here for the next five to six years. Sitting next to me on my left side and speaking. I must admit, that the food never seems to get better. With me replying back. No kidding. For one of the cooks nearly spit into my mash potatoes. Until they realized who I am. With Sam responding back. Pissing you off is like trying to start a fight with a dinosaur. With me letting out a short laugh as we kept eating away here. When one of the prison guards came over and began speaking.
You two got a visitor. With us kind of surprised by this. Since nobody has come to see us since last year during November. Involving the possibility of our lawyers getting us on parol. As we both left our food here before following the prison guard. Who lead us to this 43 year old man, standing at 5′7, thick black and grey hair, bushy grey beard, light brown colour eyes and dressed as a businessman. Who faced us while smiling and began speaking. Gentlemen, I’m glad that you’ve both shown up. For I’ve got an interesting story for you to hear. Curious here I asked. Who exactly are you? He told us. Call me....Mr. Clause. Who liked to offer you two a chance to get you both out of this prison. Surprised here Sam asked while looking suspicious. How?
That’s when he told us. You see gentlemen.....I’m facing a difficult problem. In which requires some very well skilled men. Such as yourselves, to deal with a difficult matter. Growing more curious here I replied. What kind of matter? Mr. Clause answered my question. Let’s just say that some powerful people. Can’t exactly handle this matter. Without getting themselves into a real big mess. Who listen as Sam spoke. Why should we believe you? Which was a very good question as he simply told us. Because unless you want to spend the rest of you’r sentence within this prison. With barely any time outside and to be stuck eating gross tasting food. Then this the best chance that’s ever going to land within you’r laps.
A won’t get another chance like this ever again. Hearing this we both carefully thought about it for a bit here before I asked. Exactly....what is it. That you’r wanting us to do? That’s when he looked at the prison guards with us and spoke. Would you please give us a little privacy? That’s when the guards left and were kind of surprised by this. Since they don’t exactly take orders from folks who aren’t the warden. Unless they have serious connections to the government. Who listen as he told us. While I’m not allowed to get into details here at the prison. This is a perfect chance for you two to get free. But also have you’r records of what sadly happened cleaned. Which was big surprising news for us. With me listening to Sam whisper into my left ear. I think he’s being serious with us.
But also telling us the truth. With me feeling the same as I spoke to Mr. Clause. Let’s say we did do this....job. That we’re being offered here and a chance to be free of this prison. What sort of support do we get? Mr. Clause told us. You’ll be given intel gathered by my trusted sources, supplies, transportation and will also let you. Pick out the other squad mates you’ll need to succeed in this....job. As you would put it. With me giving it a little more thought before speaking. Alright, we’ll do it. Which seems to have made the mystery man here happy. As he now spoke. Good....for I’ll have you’r bail ready within the hour. Who kept his word on it as we were soon allowed to leave the prison. But also shared a ride with Mr. Clause onboard this old bright red colour jeep.
Which he drove while speaking to us. As you two can obviously see within the file I have within the back seat there. It shows the picture of a man name John Tomes. Which was taken within a small town literally name Hell, down in Michigan. Doing a business deal with another man name Thomas Kingsley. An illegal arms dealer that the C.I.A. have been closely tracking for the last four years. After he sold some stolen military grade weaponry from Germany to some real nasty guys in Southern Wyoming. Who’s also responsible for murdering 7 of their agents within Western Wisconsin. After a supposed gas leak was lighted by an unexpected spark. Causing a larger explosion within the kitchen area and nearly burned down half of his summer home. With me replying back.
What about this John Tomes? What’s his deal? Mr. Clause told us while still driving here. He’s a big kingpin down in Northern and Southern Dakota. Who’s been shipping illegal drugs to three of the nearby states. With police trying to arrest this guy for six years and failed. Due to lack of evidence and also sued two Police Precincts. After two of their officers tried to give him the classic shake down within a dark alleyway gone wrong. After one of his guys saw them and called it in. But has also murdered around nine police officers and possibly nine others. Who bodies still haven’t been found. But also believed to have four or six guys working in the F.B.I. for him. Since he almost seems to know whenever the law is getting too close. To finding something within his big financial Oil Rig Business.
Reading through the profile here I replied. Well it also says that he’s got about 30 confirmed armed guards and possibly around 45 more of them. A has also been buying illegal firearms from Europe. With Sam looking worried here while speaking. It sounds like he’s plotting something big. A whatever it is, it’s surely not good. Which made Mr. Clause speak. That’s why the C.I.A. wants him dead. A me assuring them that I can get them a squad capable of dealing with this man. Before he does something really bad. Hearing all this I spoke. If this John Tomes is a possible threat to U.S security. Then why isn’t the U.S government doing something about it?Mr. Clause told us.
