Sky City Wars

Key Pieces

Harold stared at Jorge. "Go on." Said Harold. "Well so I was fed up with never finding it, so my friend and I went home and lived our early adult hood normally. My friend a couple years later was murdered by a man in a suit that had a comet and the letters G.F on it. How I knew was I saw the man leave the house. So I moped around until NASA gave me a job offer for Mars colonization. So I accepted because my friend was killed and I wanted to find his killer. I spent years building and helping the colonization for Mars to what it was today. When we first arrived there was a spacecraft on the improvises landing pad. It had the same logo and letters on it. A man in the same suit walked off that craft." Said Jorge. 

"Well what did you do?" Asked Harold. "I held my tongue. I learned about how the Galactic Force was the police for the whole galaxy and would make sure nothing was to happen to us during building time. I plotted my revenge for years. One night I was sitting in an empty meeting room drawing the schematics for the capitol building when I heard the door squeak open. I looked back and saw the man in the suit behind me. He told me how my friend and I were looking into the wrong things and how he needed to die and I was next. So I was dumbfounded and he pulled out a pistol and shot me. Gave me this scar. So I was thrown onto the floor from the shot and I was slowly bleeding out. He spat next to my foot and told me how the key of Atlantis was his. He was holding a square package in his other arm as he walked away." Said Jorge. He took a sip of his drink and sighed. 

"The next thing I did was press the emergency shut down button, locking all the doors and any entrance or exits to the hangers or landing pads. I stood up and walked clutching my stomach to the intercom and I told everyone to look out for the man in the suit. I walked down the hall and towards a locker grabbing my gun and my bag. I jogged after the man catching up faster than I thought. I slowly walked up behind him and shot him point blank in the back. He fell and I grabbed the package not knowing what it was. So I unlocked everything and ran to the loading bay stealing a small scooter, I drove away as fast as I could into the barren grounds of Mars. Next thing I knew I was on the ground looking into the package. In it was the third key piece. I stuck it in my bag and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. I wrote the note and then an invisible note between the lines. I stuffed the bag into a small hole I dug and then crawled behind a dune as the Galactic Force searched for me." Said Jorge. "That's intense." Said Harold.

 "They found me during the night and took me in. They beat me and tried to find the package I buried in Mars. To be honest even I forgot where I buried it. Well they tried to force me to tell and then they did a lie test and I passed, they had no reason to keep me so they threw me into a cell for a night and then I was released back to work. Since then I've been expanding this city, drawing plans and being busy." Said Jorge taking a bite of food. "That's awesome. So you had the third part of the key, this other man is searching for the pieces as well. Who is he?" Asked Harold. "He has no name." Said Jorge. "No name? Impossible." Said Harold. 

"He is the leader of Galactic Force and is said to have an infinite life." Said Jorge. "Well that is insane." Said Harold. "It is." Said Jorge. "I have a question." Said Harold. "What is it?" Asked Jorge. "Why all the gear on my clothes?" Asked Harold. "You'll need it to be safe in the city." Said Jorge. "What do you mean?" Asked Harold. "There are gangs, corrupt police, military and others." Said Jorge. "Makes sense." Said Harold. 

"Well it's getting late." Said Jorge standing up. "I agree. What is on the agenda for tomorrow?" Asked Harold. "I'll show you to your new house tomorrow, your new factory and office head quarters here as well." Said Jorge. "New all that?" Asked Harold. "Yes all new and all yours, but tomorrow." Said Jorge walking up the stairs.

Harold walked upstairs to his room and closed the door. He went to reach into the jacket pocket. "What is this?" Asked Harold pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. He flipped it over and looked at the paper and smiled to himself. 

"Thank you Jenny." Said Harold smiling as he set the card down on the bed side desk. He picked up a phone and dialed a number. The phone rang and rang for a few minutes and then it went to voicemail. He set the phone down and sighed. He dressed into sleepwear and crawled into bed. He looked at the ceiling as the one bladed fan spun above his head. He turned his head and looked at the clock. It read 22:56 on it and he tried to go to sleep.