Desert Storm

Chapter 1

Johannes ritcher was a farmer in the Alps of Switzerland. He lived in a small town which was located at an abyssal depth surrounding the mountains. His village was remote and isolated and satellite television was only the way of information. But today he felt different after watching his morning news show. He thought “the guts of this man, the police are going to kill him “.As he went deep inside the fleece of the forest to fetch wood, he saw a man lying unconscious floating in his own fluid. He tried to lift he man but he was limp and flaccid. He dragged the man to his home only to realize that this very man would turn his life upside down.

Desert Storm woke up in a frozen tent, instantly chilling him to the bone.” Ironical”, he thought, as he got down from his makeshift bed and immediately grabbed his walthers. He was in a state of paranoia as he tried to think where he was. Enemy camp? Bandit Hideout? But all these doubts cleared out when he saw a Swiss man probably a local farmer approach him. Immediately he pointed the gun at him almost like a reflex. The man jumped and said “Don’t shoot me. I am just trying to help you.” But Johannes was shocked in disbelief and thought “Well this is weird, Try to save his life, he tries to shoot at me”. He asked the gunman who he was. The gunman lowered his gun and said “I am Desert…” He hesitated. But then he said” Desert Storm”. Johannes went crazy “what did you just say?” Desert storm was someone who he didn’t want to meet and certainly be friends with. Well, who was desert storm? Johannes trembled at this thought. Desert Storm was a dangerous assassin who had been in the headlines this morning for killing a very influential business chief called Peter von Volker who was also a hereditary noble. Desert storm was spray painted across the room in which his dead body had been found. Almost 10 assassinations had taken place since the last month in which all bodies had been found with the desert storm name. The police were working day and night to find this so called “Desert Storm”. In the morning, Johannes had woken up early and switched on the morning headlines while he started making tea. When he heard that von Volker was assassinated he jumped and spilt his tea. He was astonished. Von Volker was the local representative .Even though von Volker was born in Austria his family moved to Switzerland to Interlaken. He became a naturalized citizen and started a business empire in Switzerland and even became a representative of the nearby district. He had recently come to Johannes’ village and had promised for better connectivity. But all of a sudden, he was dead. He was proof that no one was safe from Desert Storm. But Desert storm was in front of Johannes holding a walthers p9 gun. He was paranoid from all this and collapsed. This day was going to be special for Johannes.