Blood and Oil

Nuts and Bolts

Brown streaks past a street corner. Heels clack against the stone street. He was breathing heavily . He was running for his life. He knew he had to get away. "Halt" a mid-toned voice shouted behind him. He didn't care. His feet charged ahead. There was no stopping him. He slides down his goggles over his face and glides over the hood of a car he jumps into the driver seat and starts the engine. He turns to see guards racing after him with rifles. He reaches to his side and pulls out his pistol. "Mustang" was carved into the handle it was fourteen inches in length and made of solid brass and ivory. As he aimed the deadly weapon at the crowd advancing toward him, he squeezed the trigger. An explosion of power rang from the gun. It flashed as a two ounce steel bullet raced toward it's intended target. One of the guards flew back to the ground as he yelled out in pain, his shoulder was split in two. One of the guards knelt down to tend to him. But before he could aid him the bullet that hit emitted a loud screech and shattered in an explosion of great proportion sending the remaining guards to their feet. The car flew away from the curb with great acceleration. He was safe. He was safe.

20 Minutes Earlier

Jordan walked into the shop with one goal in mind. To get back what was rightfully his. His father's blueprint sphere "Blood". It was taken from him many years ago. This contained all of his father's work before he passed away. There was one problem. Jordan didn't know how to access the archives that were contained on the inside of the sphere. He just knew that he had to get the sphere back at all costs. He glanced around the shop. It was full of wonderful gadgets from laser watches to top hats with watches on them. Wings with jet packs were hung from the ceiling creating a spectacular light show if anyone passed by. His prize was on a shelf full of trinkets and was stuck in the back as he picked it up he noticed the intricate markings on the face. It looped around the outside as though it opened up to something on the inside. His faced darkened as he checked around. He pocketed it and casually made his way out of the shop. As he exited he felt like he was being was watched. He looped around an alley to catch the wandering eyes that were upon him. He stood prepared as two City guards passed by their uniforms were tightly pressed. They were navy blue and had black trim and each sported a top hat and a badge with a turning gear that bared the name Brooklyn Police Department Precinct nine. As they passed they gave Jordan a uneasy feeling as did most authoritative figures. He turned to leave but the sphere clumsily fell out of his pocket as he retrieved it the shop keeper saw him and at once screamed thief. The Chase was on.

He darted down the alleyways dodging trashcans and mechanical mice. As he neared a dead end he released spikes in his boots and climbed the building in front of him. While on top he checked around and dropped in a nearby alleyway. He blended into a crowd on the next street, but his he gave himself away as he saw to more guards. He ran faster than he ever thought he could. All he had to do was get to his car and he would be fine. He slid into the driver's seat and quickly fled after disabling the guards.

He returned home to get to work. He parked his car in the garage and went inside. His house was small, but it was all he needed for him and his work. Jordan was a tinkerer. He loved to work on things and to be an inventor. As he stepped into his house the walls are lined with Victorian styled art and décor. The closer he gets to his office the more mechanical things become. The floor is mad of brass and the doors open automatically. He enters the office like a second home. His satchel is flung next to the door and he sets down in a chair near a desk covered in blueprints. He pulls blood out of his pocket and sets it down on the table. " you are a lot of trouble for just a few blueprints" he said. His father was very paranoid of his work being stolen.

Jordan reached over to grab a pen when he accidentally knocked over a tube of mechanical oil. He cut his finger picking up the tube. He watched as a drop fell into the oil that was now encompassing the sphere. The sphere stared to glow. Jordan looked across the room to see on of his dads old posters "Blood, Oil, Sweat, and Tears can accomplish all the impossible. The sphere opened into wings. A holographic message of his father popped up. "Hello son" it began. "I just wanted you to know a few things before you look at this achieve." "I love you" "I'm proud of you" and "there are documents on this archive that people would kill for if they found I had them so be careful. These could come in handy to do anything you need to." It faded away without fail. Jordan looked confused. He couldn't understand what was so important about it. He took a look at the files and realized two things. The government was going to try to kill every non important person in the states and keep themselves alive. He also realized he was the only one who could stop it. He had to the blueprints to their weapon and one that could counteract it. It was now his responsibility for him to protect everyone no matter how much Blood and Oil it would take.