The Vigilante Book 1

Chapter 12

I knew it. I knew they were lying. I couldn't have been the only one. I wish I could up and leave and find some of these soldiers. They would give me some answers. But for now I'll stay put. The government has resources I could use and as long as they haven't caught on about how much I know, then maybe...just maybe I'll be safe from them.

I needed to know how to fight. Myral was like me. Bryant was like me. Drake was powerful and if Dale ever turned on me he would kill me instantly. I didn't like it, but I'd already been turned into a killer. This was something I would have to live with. I had a bullseye painted on me, and there was no way to get it off.

"Computer, do you have any pre-made environments in your database?" I asked.

It was the middle of the night and sleep hadn't come to me at all. I had wandered back into the FIAT to try and find something productive to do.

"Affirmative,"

"Are there any combat trainin' programs on file?"

"Nine on file,"

"List them,"

"Richardson combat programs one through nine,"

"Describe requested files,"

"The requested files are made to be completed in a series from one through nine, becoming more difficult with each level,"

"Load Richardson combat program one," I commanded.

The environment around me changed from the silver-blue walls of the room to an outdoor training course, similar to what the military used as a basic training course, only the obstacles were obviously higher and more difficult.

"Objective: reach the end of the course without incident," the computer told me.

I started running down the course, it was very simple with my abilities, even as unfocused as they were. I jumped over obstacles, crawled under wires and climbed twenty foot walls all to test my powers and become more comfortable with my enhanced abilities. I then stopped about halfway through the course.

"Too easy. Computer, load part two," I commanded.

The environment around me changed drastically. Instead of an outdoor training course, I was standing inside of a vehicle that was shaking like a boat and water was leaking inside. Several marines sat around me, all with assault rifles and backpacks on. I realized that I looked horribly out of place in my civilian clothes, compared to their green uniforms. I quickly sat down after the vehicle shook.

"Listen up," A man who was standing said, "We are assaulting this beach, there are gun emplacements everywhere, we need to take them out, then scale the nearby cliffs and attack enemy forces in the jungle, understood men?"

"Sir, yes sir!" came the vigorous reply of all the men in the vehicle.

"Corporal?" the standing marine asked, looking at me.

"Sir?" I replied, trying to sound as if I knew what I was doing.

"Where is your weapon?"

"Well-," I began trying to think of a response.

"I asked you a question corporal!"

"I do not need a weapon sir!" I replied.

"Very well," the marine replied, "But take this; you might use it," he added, pulling his sidearm out of its holster and handing to me.

"Yes sir," I said, taking the gun and holding it in my hand.

"Alright, we're coming up on the beach," the marine said as the vehicle lurched to a halt and stopped shaking.