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Blades of Salvation: Part I
Blades of Salvation
Alberquerque, New Mexico, 11:41 A.M
“Check. Check. No sign of activity yet. Keep lights on patrol.”
“Copy that. We’ll keep looking.”
The winds breezed through the chilly atmosphere. It was already close to noon, and Patrick was tired. His sore eyes kept blinking. “Duty has been hard these days.,” he thought to himself. “Maybe I’ll just finish another shift and head home for a good rest....”
His brief, inner tranquility was interrupted through the sound of his comms.
“Patrick! Intruder on the east gate. Go find out what’s happening. And don’t get sloppy.”
“I’m on it.”
As the line went out, he quickly hurried to the spot as he was told. Heavily armed guards we pointing their guns over the unknown person, and security was fortified. The sound of computers in this particular branch was buzzing pretty high.
Guard 1: “Sir, there’s a scruffy, bearded man in some damaged armoured bodysuit carrying a body—in some sort of bodybag.”
Patrick: “How did he appear?”
Guard 1: “Uh...well, just a couple minutes ago. Definitely not teleportation, he had a car with him”.
(Note: Cars don’t have wheels in this universe and time of age, it’s advanced and can harness electricity and anti gravity, kinda better than hoverboards and a bit similar to police spinners from Blade Runner.)
Patrick: “Any weapons?”
Guard 1: Nope. None detected.
Patrick: Fine, but I’ll have to use the mic to make sure.”
***
Patrick: “Hello? whoever you are, you better speak up. And just to make sure you’re listening.
Unnamed person: “I’m all eyes and ears.”
Patrick: “Good.”
Unnamed person: “Look at my tag and see what it says.”
Patrick: “Crew, zoom in on him. Okay—closer.....closer. Right there, Green.”
Guard 1: “Yup, Green.”
Patrick: So, Mr. Green, what brings you here? How can I know there’s nothing in the bag?”
Unnamed person: Please, just call me Green. Inside me is a comatose body of my friend. I have nowhere to go but ended up here in New Mexico, approaching this military base that was supposed to be designated. And I am in need of desperate help.”
Patrick: “Please, scan it.”
Green: “No need for seeing, it’s definitely a body. I can open it up if you like—“
Guard: “No need for that. My superior has confirmed it.”
Patrick: “Of course. Now, a few more checks.....and you can pass. We will be escorting you to a room for safety. Anything you need?”
Green: A shave would do fine, at the very least.
*******
*hours later*
Patrick: “Your companion in the bodybag is safe. My friends will handle it with care. Now are you ready to explain why are you here?”
Green: *scratches clean shaven chin* “Well, I bet your friends next door are watching me.”
Patrick: “Only for extra measures.”
Green: “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Patrick: “Anyways, we should start. Now let me ask you: What are you here for? Why hide your friend in a bodybag?”
Green: “To seek refuge for now. I need a good place to settle. No way I could hide my friend somewhere, and I stole him from the hospital.”
Patrick: “Go on....though, something must have happened at the beginning.”
Green: “The start? Fine, though everything I say might not sound....very believable. So let me ask you this: have you ever heard of the Exiled Spectres? Are you aware of it?”
Patrick: “Little. Very little. Our boss hasn’t told us much about it. Why?”
Green: “Because I am a part of it. Used to be once. Now that I’m saying it, it will be confidential information. All of this started with the CIA. Then shit goes down, we are nothing now. Me and my friends—-still alive out there, are disavowed spies.....no, nothing, people without an identity. Nomads that are exiled into hiding.”
Patrick: “The CIA? And what was the cause.”
Green: “The man who goes by the name of North. Mr North. They worked with him. There were us who feared him and worked with him, some who stood up against this man—-were blatantly killed like his toys....”
Patrick: “North? I thought he was only a rich magnate....some tech mogul....”
Green: “But he’s more than that.”
As the conversation went on (for hours), Patrick started to feel uneasy. His mind was subjected to lots of secret and sensitive material—unlike the ones he had seen or heard before. Now he knew the history, the operations, everything. By the time Green went to executions, he heard one of soldiers wanting a bin. Then another quit the room.
Patrick: “Wait...stop. That’s a lot to process.”
Green: “It’ll sink in. I’m pretty sure your friends don’t feel comfortable either. You sweated a bit as well. Listen, these are secrets no one will tell you, so you’re lucky to have me here. Your superiors are as aware as I am, however I’ve served my agency for a long time, I have now knowledge.”
Patrick: “Then....how about we get to your friend? Are you ready tell me about him?”
Green: “I did the unthinkable. To ensure my own survival, I turned against the original team. I had to work for North. Tried to kill my friend, but to no avail. North had an agent who shot him down. My feelings and gratitude overtook my coldness—-so I left with his body.”
Patrick: “And?”
Green: “We left.”
Patrick: “So in the aftermath of your escape?”
Green: “I’d like to tell you more....but only if you can get me Doctor Edens.”
Patrick: “Which Edens?”
Green: “Vergil Remus Edens. Get him on the line, and tell him I will be meeting him——now.
——****——
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Blades of Salvation: Part I
Blades of Salvation
Alberquerque, New Mexico, 11:41 A.M
“Check. Check. No sign of activity yet. Keep lights on patrol.”
“Copy that. We’ll keep looking.”
The winds breezed through the chilly atmosphere. It was already close to noon, and Patrick was tired. His sore eyes kept blinking. “Duty has been hard these days.,” he thought to himself. “Maybe I’ll just finish another shift and head home for a good rest....”
His brief, inner tranquility was interrupted through the sound of his comms.
“Patrick! Intruder on the east gate. Go find out what’s happening. And don’t get sloppy.”
“I’m on it.”
As the line went out, he quickly hurried to the spot as he was told. Heavily armed guards we pointing their guns over the unknown person, and security was fortified. The sound of computers in this particular branch was buzzing pretty high.
Guard 1: “Sir, there’s a scruffy, bearded man in some damaged armoured bodysuit carrying a body—in some sort of bodybag.”
Patrick: “How did he appear?”
Guard 1: “Uh...well, just a couple minutes ago. Definitely not teleportation, he had a car with him”.
(Note: Cars don’t have wheels in this universe and time of age, it’s advanced and can harness electricity and anti gravity, kinda better than hoverboards and a bit similar to police spinners from Blade Runner.)
Patrick: “Any weapons?”
Guard 1: Nope. None detected.
Patrick: Fine, but I’ll have to use the mic to make sure.”
***
Patrick: “Hello? whoever you are, you better speak up. And just to make sure you’re listening.
Unnamed person: “I’m all eyes and ears.”
Patrick: “Good.”
Unnamed person: “Look at my tag and see what it says.”
Patrick: “Crew, zoom in on him. Okay—closer.....closer. Right there, Green.”
Guard 1: “Yup, Green.”
Patrick: So, Mr. Green, what brings you here? How can I know there’s nothing in the bag?”
Unnamed person: Please, just call me Green. Inside me is a comatose body of my friend. I have nowhere to go but ended up here in New Mexico, approaching this military base that was supposed to be designated. And I am in need of desperate help.”
Patrick: “Please, scan it.”
Green: “No need for seeing, it’s definitely a body. I can open it up if you like—“
Guard: “No need for that. My superior has confirmed it.”
Patrick: “Of course. Now, a few more checks.....and you can pass. We will be escorting you to a room for safety. Anything you need?”
Green: A shave would do fine, at the very least.
*******
*hours later*
Patrick: “Your companion in the bodybag is safe. My friends will handle it with care. Now are you ready to explain why are you here?”
Green: *scratches clean shaven chin* “Well, I bet your friends next door are watching me.”
Patrick: “Only for extra measures.”
Green: “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Patrick: “Anyways, we should start. Now let me ask you: What are you here for? Why hide your friend in a bodybag?”
Green: “To seek refuge for now. I need a good place to settle. No way I could hide my friend somewhere, and I stole him from the hospital.”
Patrick: “Go on....though, something must have happened at the beginning.”
Green: “The start? Fine, though everything I say might not sound....very believable. So let me ask you this: have you ever heard of the Exiled Spectres? Are you aware of it?”
Patrick: “Little. Very little. Our boss hasn’t told us much about it. Why?”
Green: “Because I am a part of it. Used to be once. Now that I’m saying it, it will be confidential information. All of this started with the CIA. Then shit goes down, we are nothing now. Me and my friends—-still alive out there, are disavowed spies.....no, nothing, people without an identity. Nomads that are exiled into hiding.”
Patrick: “The CIA? And what was the cause.”
Green: “The man who goes by the name of North. Mr North. They worked with him. There were us who feared him and worked with him, some who stood up against this man—-were blatantly killed like his toys....”
Patrick: “North? I thought he was only a rich magnate....some tech mogul....”
Green: “But he’s more than that.”
As the conversation went on (for hours), Patrick started to feel uneasy. His mind was subjected to lots of secret and sensitive material—unlike the ones he had seen or heard before. Now he knew the history, the operations, everything. By the time Green went to executions, he heard one of soldiers wanting a bin. Then another quit the room.
Patrick: “Wait...stop. That’s a lot to process.”
Green: “It’ll sink in. I’m pretty sure your friends don’t feel comfortable either. You sweated a bit as well. Listen, these are secrets no one will tell you, so you’re lucky to have me here. Your superiors are as aware as I am, however I’ve served my agency for a long time, I have now knowledge.”
Patrick: “Then....how about we get to your friend? Are you ready tell me about him?”
Green: “I did the unthinkable. To ensure my own survival, I turned against the original team. I had to work for North. Tried to kill my friend, but to no avail. North had an agent who shot him down. My feelings and gratitude overtook my coldness—-so I left with his body.”
Patrick: “And?”
Green: “We left.”
Patrick: “So in the aftermath of your escape?”
Green: “I’d like to tell you more....but only if you can get me Doctor Edens.”
Patrick: “Which Edens?”
Green: “Vergil Remus Edens. Get him on the line, and tell him I will be meeting him——now.
——****——
For more lore and story understanding, you can refer to this:
www.flickr.com/photos/128407574@N08/44230869771/in/album-...
www.flickr.com/photos/128407574@N08/43488451895/in/album-...