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Modern Conflict Part Dos
Modern Conflict
Trail Gone Cold
Act I
Part II
I stepped out of my office and slammed the door behind me. The guard jolted awake from his light nap.
“Sorry sir, just dozing off a little, heh.”
“Well, if you wanted to get yourself shot by an assassin or lined up against a wall in front of a firing squad, I suppose you would have been completely asleep by now.” I glanced over my shoulder and smirked to show him I was pulling his leg. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again and he fell into step at my shoulder. His face hardened, suppressing a grin. We walked in silence for a few minutes before he spoke.
“Where are we headed sir?” I glanced back at him.
“DRK Kliniken Berlin.” I said simply enough.
“Oh.” he said in a tone that bordered stupid and brutish. He turned to the radio attached to the shoulder of his armor vest, and detailed one of his subordinates to prepare a car for me. We stepped into a lift and descended to the basement, walking out into the damp thick air the smells of cigarettes and flatulence permeated throughout the lower garage. I walked briskly towards the gently humming armored car, the driver opened the door and I stepped in sinking into the overly padded back bench and the guard followed me in closing the door behind him. Two outriders roared past on motor bikes and we started out of the garage.
The drive was pleasant enough I stared quietly out the window as we passed through old East Berlin. After nearly a twenty minute trip, the driver rolled us to a halt out front of the hospital. He hurried out and opened the door for me this time my guard leading me out, I strode out to meet the white uniformed nurse. Her apron was spattered with dry blood and she seemed a bit disgruntled.
“Ah, Mister Muellner pleased to meet you.” she said quickly “Doctor Van Eisel is just about finished with the autopsies, do you wish me to escort you?” her clipped tone hid the fact that she was really just trying to be polite rather well.
“No, no thank you miss. I should be able to find her on my own.” I said hiding my irritation. My entourage of four suited body guards waited for me to reach the doorway before greeting me.
“Sir.” the lead trooper snapped a salute which I returned, the other three stood at easy attention.
“Lead the way.” I said, he turned and lead the rest of us through the doors and up a flight of steps.
“Miss Van Eisel is on the third story, sir.” he told me without turning around. Our little group climbed up the stairs quietly and soon the point man indicated a door, to be honest it didn’t look any different from the multitudes of service doors and other such doors but he seemed to think it was the right one. He passed through and held it open for me and the others. A desk attendant looked up from some routine paperwork and squinted at me. Then she turned to what looked like a PA microphone but seemed to be wired to personal communications units behind the white double doors.
“Miss Van Eisel, Muellner is here to see you.” her high pitched, raspy voice was like nails on a chalk board. I turned to my team leader.
“I think it’s best you stay here sergeant, the matters the doctor and I are discussing are rather…sensitive.”
He nodded, “Sir.” as if he thought that was an adequate reply.
“The doctor is just right through here sir.” the desk attendant informed me.
“Thank you.” I nodded and passed through the doors. The dark hallway stank of chemicals and blood. The doctor opened the door at the other end of the hallway just as I entered and she stepped out. I quickened my pace to meet her halfway. “Doctor Van Eisel.” I projected my voice so I could at least sound a bit confident, on the inside I was worried about what findings the doctor had made.
“Mister Muellner, a pleasure.”
“No, no it’s all mine.” I insisted. “So what have you found?” I said unable to keep a note of uncertainty out of my voice.
“Well,” she said, removing her laytex gloves and stepping back so she didn’t have to look up at me to speak to my face. “I’ve determined that all five were…assassinated. By whom remains to be seen.”
“What’s that supposed to mean.” I said, “The Du-…our uh, friends told us what happened.”
“Were those sources verified? Evidence is conflicting and if you can’t prove this…Syndicate killed these men…” she trailed off then motioned with her head, “Let’s go take a look.” I was at a loss for words. This guy was efficient. There was a wide window that let us see in from the outside which I would have been perfectly fine with carrying on the discussion out in the hallway while the bodies stayed in there. Unfortunately the doctor lead the way into the lab. Four black body bags were laid out on four metal tables.
“There were five victims.” I said my stomach twisting into tighter and tighter knots with each passing minute.
“Yes, that’s true.” she said unzipping the nearest bag. The stench of chemicals and despair assaulted my sinuses.
“Then why are there only four body bags?” I asked dreading the answer but it was part of my job, I had to ask.
“I never said all five bodies were recovered.” she let out a mirthless chuckle, “By the time your recovery team responded, the fifth, an Edward Leibler, wasn’t much more than a stain on the carpet.” then she sighed, “Quite a big one at that.” My stomach certainly wouldn’t be recovering any time soon. “This is Otto Voors,” she said gesturing to the open bag, “a radical who was leading the Patriot Nuclear Deterrence Modification Project. He was burned badly in the throat area on the outside and the larynx was disintegrated by the same chemical. The windpipe collapsed in on itself because of the erosion, then Mister Voors was shot what appears to be twice in the head. The bullet cluster is so tight that on first examination he was killed by an assault rifle caliber bullet. Upon closer examination it was determined that it was a smaller caliber, a handgun maybe. The overlapping of the wounds were off just enough to disrupt the entry hole. This is preventing us from determining what gun fired it, the casings were removed from the scene and the actual bullets were not recovered. Whoever this was delivered a completely surgical and nearly untraceable assault.”
“This guy has apparently been deep undercover for quite a long time. When his handlers tried to pull him back in… this happened. Whoever this guy is…the Dutch have better got a leash on their maniac soon.”
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Part two of Modern Conflict! This scene is not as satisfactory as the first but gets the job done. Let me know what you think in the comments. Also yes I'll be writing for the Dutch!
Modern Conflict Part Dos
Modern Conflict
Trail Gone Cold
Act I
Part II
I stepped out of my office and slammed the door behind me. The guard jolted awake from his light nap.
“Sorry sir, just dozing off a little, heh.”
“Well, if you wanted to get yourself shot by an assassin or lined up against a wall in front of a firing squad, I suppose you would have been completely asleep by now.” I glanced over my shoulder and smirked to show him I was pulling his leg. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again and he fell into step at my shoulder. His face hardened, suppressing a grin. We walked in silence for a few minutes before he spoke.
“Where are we headed sir?” I glanced back at him.
“DRK Kliniken Berlin.” I said simply enough.
“Oh.” he said in a tone that bordered stupid and brutish. He turned to the radio attached to the shoulder of his armor vest, and detailed one of his subordinates to prepare a car for me. We stepped into a lift and descended to the basement, walking out into the damp thick air the smells of cigarettes and flatulence permeated throughout the lower garage. I walked briskly towards the gently humming armored car, the driver opened the door and I stepped in sinking into the overly padded back bench and the guard followed me in closing the door behind him. Two outriders roared past on motor bikes and we started out of the garage.
The drive was pleasant enough I stared quietly out the window as we passed through old East Berlin. After nearly a twenty minute trip, the driver rolled us to a halt out front of the hospital. He hurried out and opened the door for me this time my guard leading me out, I strode out to meet the white uniformed nurse. Her apron was spattered with dry blood and she seemed a bit disgruntled.
“Ah, Mister Muellner pleased to meet you.” she said quickly “Doctor Van Eisel is just about finished with the autopsies, do you wish me to escort you?” her clipped tone hid the fact that she was really just trying to be polite rather well.
“No, no thank you miss. I should be able to find her on my own.” I said hiding my irritation. My entourage of four suited body guards waited for me to reach the doorway before greeting me.
“Sir.” the lead trooper snapped a salute which I returned, the other three stood at easy attention.
“Lead the way.” I said, he turned and lead the rest of us through the doors and up a flight of steps.
“Miss Van Eisel is on the third story, sir.” he told me without turning around. Our little group climbed up the stairs quietly and soon the point man indicated a door, to be honest it didn’t look any different from the multitudes of service doors and other such doors but he seemed to think it was the right one. He passed through and held it open for me and the others. A desk attendant looked up from some routine paperwork and squinted at me. Then she turned to what looked like a PA microphone but seemed to be wired to personal communications units behind the white double doors.
“Miss Van Eisel, Muellner is here to see you.” her high pitched, raspy voice was like nails on a chalk board. I turned to my team leader.
“I think it’s best you stay here sergeant, the matters the doctor and I are discussing are rather…sensitive.”
He nodded, “Sir.” as if he thought that was an adequate reply.
“The doctor is just right through here sir.” the desk attendant informed me.
“Thank you.” I nodded and passed through the doors. The dark hallway stank of chemicals and blood. The doctor opened the door at the other end of the hallway just as I entered and she stepped out. I quickened my pace to meet her halfway. “Doctor Van Eisel.” I projected my voice so I could at least sound a bit confident, on the inside I was worried about what findings the doctor had made.
“Mister Muellner, a pleasure.”
“No, no it’s all mine.” I insisted. “So what have you found?” I said unable to keep a note of uncertainty out of my voice.
“Well,” she said, removing her laytex gloves and stepping back so she didn’t have to look up at me to speak to my face. “I’ve determined that all five were…assassinated. By whom remains to be seen.”
“What’s that supposed to mean.” I said, “The Du-…our uh, friends told us what happened.”
“Were those sources verified? Evidence is conflicting and if you can’t prove this…Syndicate killed these men…” she trailed off then motioned with her head, “Let’s go take a look.” I was at a loss for words. This guy was efficient. There was a wide window that let us see in from the outside which I would have been perfectly fine with carrying on the discussion out in the hallway while the bodies stayed in there. Unfortunately the doctor lead the way into the lab. Four black body bags were laid out on four metal tables.
“There were five victims.” I said my stomach twisting into tighter and tighter knots with each passing minute.
“Yes, that’s true.” she said unzipping the nearest bag. The stench of chemicals and despair assaulted my sinuses.
“Then why are there only four body bags?” I asked dreading the answer but it was part of my job, I had to ask.
“I never said all five bodies were recovered.” she let out a mirthless chuckle, “By the time your recovery team responded, the fifth, an Edward Leibler, wasn’t much more than a stain on the carpet.” then she sighed, “Quite a big one at that.” My stomach certainly wouldn’t be recovering any time soon. “This is Otto Voors,” she said gesturing to the open bag, “a radical who was leading the Patriot Nuclear Deterrence Modification Project. He was burned badly in the throat area on the outside and the larynx was disintegrated by the same chemical. The windpipe collapsed in on itself because of the erosion, then Mister Voors was shot what appears to be twice in the head. The bullet cluster is so tight that on first examination he was killed by an assault rifle caliber bullet. Upon closer examination it was determined that it was a smaller caliber, a handgun maybe. The overlapping of the wounds were off just enough to disrupt the entry hole. This is preventing us from determining what gun fired it, the casings were removed from the scene and the actual bullets were not recovered. Whoever this was delivered a completely surgical and nearly untraceable assault.”
“This guy has apparently been deep undercover for quite a long time. When his handlers tried to pull him back in… this happened. Whoever this guy is…the Dutch have better got a leash on their maniac soon.”
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Part two of Modern Conflict! This scene is not as satisfactory as the first but gets the job done. Let me know what you think in the comments. Also yes I'll be writing for the Dutch!