When Dearth is Crowned: Is earth at stake?

Timothy was ticked. David wasn’t here yet, and it’s been fifteen minutes since the phone call. He should be here by now.  Maybe he was dead, wouldn’t be disappointed. The slob was good for only two things, playing video games, and breaching the wall between countries and starting global warfare. He was something short of a threat, just didn’t know it.

Trevor looked up from his desk with three flat screen monitors, “Guess what?”

“Where on earth is David?” He said this without looking.

“He’s on his way, his tracker shows that he’s only a few minutes away.”

“You have him on a tracker?”

His mouth hung open, while he gathered his thoughts. “Yeah, he’s a threat to any nation that is within our atmosphere, he’s under strict curfews, and diets.”

“Oh, is that what you were going to tell me?” He was calmer, conversations calm him down.

“No, I forgot to mention that there are alerts about blue lasers of death raining from the sky, in Idaho. Apparently aliens have landed, and are destroying everything.”

This wasn’t even slightly funny, “Not funny, I don’t want to joke around right now.”

Trevor picked a piece of paper off the printer, and slid it across the planning table, it read “Aliens landing in Idaho, entire cities destroyed in a matter of hours.”

“You do realize that an alien invasion is not a ‘guess what?’ matter. How did we miss this?”

“We didn’t, the United States government did. We’re on our own. Only funded by them.” This was unfortunate for millions of people. But in reality, what could we do about rays of light shining down on us, mirrors? Dumb idea. Worth a try though.

Timothy was pondering about all of this for a while, “Then what of the rabies infestation in Greenland? Its turning humans into complete raging fools. And seems to be spreading quite rapidly.” His mind was racing, why was this all happening at the same time?

Trevor didn’t say much, “We can’t worry about either of these things until we locate Heather, and get her back. She is the key to fixing everything that is going on, she just needs to believe.”

This was intriguing, “Believe, in what?”

Trevor walked down an aisle, between rows of analysts, geniuses, and foreign computers. “White men built this country on beliefs that have been ditched. ‘This nation, under God’ you know what I’m talking about?”

He knew, just didn’t want to talk about it, he looked at papers that didn’t mean anything to him, within the past three days he has found out that he has a cousin, she has been kidnapped by a nation, and probably brain washing her.

Trevor spoke, looking right at Tim, “And about the rabies, don’t be afraid to call it what you want too. Its more dangerous than most are making it out to be, we both know what zombies are, and I don’t want to be fooli-“

“Whoa whoa, when did anyone say anything about zombies?” He was so confused, alians, zombies, nations bombing nations, Heather captured. Everything was going wrong.

“The rabies in Greenland, it started with a bite from a (animal). The doctor went home and overnight, he turned into a crazed lunatic, and tore apart his wife a-“

“Stop! Talking! Let me get my breath before you continue, this is a lot for someone who isn’t used to all this, this…” he didn’t finish, a doctor tore apart his wife. That’s something the zombies in video games do, not in reality. This was making him nauseous, but what the heck, “Kay, keep going.” 

“the doctor broke into people’s houses, and starts biting. That apparently converts, you know how zombies work. The whole town has turned now. And whoever was left died, of heat exhaustion, and dehydration.”

Greenland, heat, wait what? “Wait you mean in Iceland?

Trevor knew what he was thinking, “No, I mean in Greenland. It seems that not only are the towns turning, but the weather as well. It’s been hitting up to one hundred degrees, that’s never happened in Greenland, ever.”

Timothy started to get it now, “So it’s like a plague, as it spreads, people will start turning without even being bitten, right?”

“No, it’s just gets very hot, nobody that knows about this infestation, understands.” This all makes sense now. Trevor pulled his phone out of his back pocket, it just then vibrated, “He’s here.”

“Excellent!” 

When Death is Crowned: A rude awakening.

She opened her eyes, not knowing how she was saved, or was she in heaven? No. She’d be in hell. There were two men talking to each other across the room. One she recognized from earlier, he had a nametag on, Aton Bowdon, perfect. And then, other man, not so much. He seemed spiffy, well put together. But the Darker complexion didn’t help any. He was bald, built like a tank. But he wore a suit. She dubbed him “okay.”

Aton was looking in her direction, not blinking, was he blind? He seemed relieved to see that she was awake; at least someone cared, “How’re you holding up?” was he serious?

“I’m, scared.” The words left her mouth before she knew how true it was. She needed consistency, a purpose.

“That’s very natural” the black man spun, looked at her. His nametag read “Evan Boles” The name didn’t fit him. Not even close.

“And are you a professor in, sacredness?” she asked this sarcastically.

“Nope, but I interrogate prisoners. Quiet often actually.” He said, there was a tone of mockery in his voice. At least someone had a sense of humor. 

Aton then interrupted, “Now Tracy, we need to get started on the training, as soon as you are ready. We have a deadline to be ready for, and we don’t exactly have a lot of time.”

Training? “Training? No, Ugh!” Both men seemed confused, they didn’t understand of course, “Is that my name, Tracy?”

Evan laughed, very loud, and wide “She’s always been a joker, hasn’t she?”

Aton wasn’t amused though, she wasn’t either, “I’m not joking, I woke up with no memory.  Just had the most eerie dream, I truly need some help.” She was starting to cry. “I need to see someone who can help me with this, condition.”

Aton piped up, “We will have our psychologist come to see you first thing in the morning, but right now was you might need is something to eat. How about you come out to the dining room and we can get you a turkey sandwich?”

Yeah. That sounded good. “Please, I would love that.” She was relieved to know these men were at least trying to help her, that’s the last thing she needed, was to wake up with no memory, and have nobody there to help her. She was following Aton out into a hallway, there were dark, hardwood floors, and logs lining the walls. She was in an formal log home. When she got to the end of the hallway it split two ways, to the right was a huge room with a towering ceiling. In the middle of the room was a long rock table, with wooden chairs lining around it. At the end of the table there was a huge six foot tall fireplace, and it was boasting a beautiful welcoming flame.

Were flames welcome? Was fire a sign was welcome, or was it a sign of pain? Why is it that when she feels freedom she feels contained? The mysteries of her mind were racing. And she had no idea where they were racing too. Or why they were racing. She could only push forward and hope to find the answers to her questions. She has yet to find out who her friends were. She was Tracy. And that is all she knew.

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Eating was one of the most awkward things, well, that she could remember. Everything seemed to be focused on her, and that was the last thing she wanted. Here she was eating a sandwich, at a huge table. And 4 people were seated at the same table, and watching her eat. She knew if there was a moment to ask her questions. Now would be the time.

She pointed at Aton, and Evan, “I know you two. But who are you guys?” She was being polite. She meant this question directly to the tall man with long, brown hair. And a blond, mustache, it was so wrong! He needed some help, serious help. The other man was an average height from what she could tell. He had a darker complexion; his face had “evil” written all over it.

Of course the evil one spoke first, He had a quick way of speaking, “I’m David Lewiston. I’m the President of Atom Laboratories. And this is Matthew, our chief scientist. He’s the one who will get you started in the morning.”

Wow. So she’s working as a lab rat, a test subject? So I’m Tracy, I have no last name yet. I’m a Test subject for Aton’s little lab. This sounds like an interesting life she’s gotten herself into.  “Well thanks. Now what exactly am I training, to become?”

Matthew smiled “An assassin! You probably don’t remember. But we chose you.”

“Chose me? Like picked me off the street? ‘She’d be a good lab rat’ what do you think I am?”

David answered while scribbling in a notebook, “You are Tracy Thompson. You are a very skilled martial artist. We invited you to join us in our cause and you accepted. You signed a contract, no backing out.” He opened a folder on the table; he started to look for something.

She crossed her arms, “I’d like to see that contract.” She regretted saying that. He had it out of the folder in no time. He slid it across the table to her. He pointed to her signature. Crap.

“Well, I’ve forgotten all I know, in the whole martial arts thing. So what do you expect me to do?” She was looking for excuses now. And they all knew it.

“We expect you to learn it! Matthew is an expert in these ways. And you will pick up fast, and thorough. It’s in your blood.” He took the contract in front of her, and slid it back into his folder. She studied it to make sure she remembered what it looked like.

“And who will I be targeting on my, like, first mission?” She wasn’t sure how to word that question, it came out awkwardly.

Matthew spoke up, he obviously was involved in this “We will be flying you to America, where you will be deployed in New York City. There is an agent there by the name of “Timothy Shelfer” and you will study his ways, and when you think the time is right. You will strike. We want it quick, clean, and we want him dead.”

That name. It rang a bell in this empty head of hers; it’s probably nothing, really. Her head was like a massive tornado of memories, and she was drowning in all of it. She didn’t know what any of them were about, or what was happening to her. But she knew that there was something fishy about this. And she had a feeling that there was someone, or some people out there in the world who are looking for her. And all she needs to do to get their attention is come through with this assassination. And everything will be all right.