Recon 1(unfinished)

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

Sitting idly by his phone, secretary of president Ramsey waited patiently for an expected call. He couldnt hold back his anticipation, 10 years of careful planning and today it all was coming into place. Power was a gift which he could never recieve, working for Ramsey was a pain he wanted control, but after he announced his successor to be his beloved daughter the secretary knew he would never get his way.

The phone rung next to him. "She took the bait sir." announced the man at the other end of the phone. The secretary smiled to himself, the president's daughter always felt sympathy for the compounds so when he was informed by the caller days ago that the mission would commense he sent her on her way to the rebellion. It took years for his secret scientists to construct the death trap for the rebellion and ultimately for the president and his heir without the president's knowing.

Tricking the daughter into trying to inform the rebels about this before it was to late was simple, now for persuading the president to follow her.

"were the mines planted?" mines were the back up plan for if they believed her and stopped the mission.

"yes sir, and they are already approaching there destination." I could feel my accomplices icy breath swirling through the phone.

"I have already informed of one of the soldiers to dispose of the threat." he continues, the secretary nods to himself there was one man on the shuttle who could ruin things for him. He discovered our trap and for our benefit should never figure it out.

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Who would want us dead I ponder over what Rachel said before she was knocked out. Walking towards her confinement cell I notice one guard walking towards the left bay, the only reason for going there was to see Lenard who was never in the mood for speech. I push the thoughts away and enter the cell, tied up in her chair is the blonde I couldn't stop drooling over.

I sigh considering my loneliness in compound 3, living alone in a worn down apartment with a tattered mattress as a bed a simple desk for important documents, while all other possessions dotted the floor. Married to my job with my eighteen wheeler as my life partner, transporting and selling goods to whoever came by. I had experience with aircrafts as my father was a pilot who left me alone at the age of eleven. I lived in the basement of a vehicle repair shop and at the age of sixteen stole a truck and continued my life as an illegal tradesman.

I came back from my memory after I noticed a pair of dazzling blue eyes digging into mine.

Our intruder was awake, I decided to question her on her remarks earlier but then it became clear that the blow she took caused a short term memory loss. Her navy blue jacket was torn from her struggles but her cheek had improved. Leaving her to be guarded I decided to see what Lenard was up to. Walking down the hallway I stopped outside his door, something was terribly wrong.

Entering the room I was filled with shock, there on his chair lied lenard his arms dangling by his side and his head staring up at the ceiling but wedged in his head was a combat knife. With fresh blood flowing around the blade, I saw the handle it was a soldier's.

I felt an uneasy presence behind me.