Project Morti

(A/N) Yo guys what's up! Potential new story idea right here! Project Morti will be an interesting new story I fear that I may be copying a story. If you can figure out what story that is please tell me. This plot seems familiar, but I do not know it :-)!

Prologue

“Everyone get down on the ground.”

The sound of machine guns had filled the entire gymnasium. People were instantly panicking. Many starting running for the doors only to be cut off by more oncoming men. We were surrounded. Nothing in my training could have ever prepared me for this moment.

Hi my name is Martin Pierce. Before I go on with this story I need to thank a few people who got me in this situation. First, General Morestead who thought of project Morti. You see, the United States military got a hold of a future terrorist plot. They found out that a up and coming terrorist organization, RANTS, Remote Anarchist National Terrorist System, were planning to blow up a series of largely populated schools.

To serve as a deterrent General Morestead came up with project Morti. This plan was to train “Spartan children.” In the old days the Greek Spartan warriors trained their babies not to cry. This would build their toughness at an early age. This brings me to the second person I would like to thank, my father. Frank Pierce. I don't have any sort of contact with my father at least not since I was very young. I have hated him since the day I was born, but I love my country. I was trained to love my country. Back to the topic of “Spartan Children”, I myself was trained not to cry from the age of two. You see, I never asked for this life. I never wanted this life. This life was forced upon me. My father was aware of this project. He worked for General Morestead in the CIA. Now here I am.

Let me get back to explaining how RANTS planned to do this act of terrorism. In the year 1997 we captured a RANTS officer, we of course tortured him with cruel and unusual punishment. He eventually spilled all the good info and we put him out of his misery. This officer told us that starting in the year 1998 they would begin Operation Fillis. Fillis is children in Latin, this stood for their plan. To make myself clear the plan was to raise an unspecified amount of children to be future terrorist. They would be planted in the United States Public School System. These kids would be pretty much impossible to get picked out in a crowd of students. They will be trained to lie, fight, and hostiley take over schools. At the end of their missions they were trained to either get away or kill themselves.

I was trained from the age of four in combat. I was entered in a harsh martial arts program that taught me to be tough. I was trained in Hapkido, Krav Maga, Ta e-kwon-doe, Maui Thai, Brazilian Ju-Jitsu and Ninjitsu. Along with being trained in art of weapon combat that ranged from num chucks to swords to automatic weapons. Also I was trained in multiple leadership programs along with being taught the basic smarts of my age. I prospered very well in my teaching so I believe I am quite a bit further than the people in my “Graduating Class.” I am only sixteen you see, a sophomore in high school. I am the youngest in my group of solders, but I am still the leader.

In 2012 I received my first phone call from the United States government in many years. When my group of three turned ten the government branded us with tattoos and sent us away to a secret location. Government paid officials were here, but most of them were just retired officers. Of course these people were only a loud to teach us. They were not a loud to teach us how to cook or help us in any way other than the way the government specifically asking them to.

Anyways back to the topic of my first phone call from General Morestead himself. I still remember it like it was yesterday:

It was just like any other day. I had gotten my four hours of sleep like I always did and had risen early for my training with Mr. Blue. They never were allowed to tell us their real names so they just picked their favorite colors. When I went to find Mr. Blue there was a man in a black suit waiting for me in my kitchen. I thought about sounding the alarms to the others, but the man said, “I have a phone for you.”

I remember looking at this man so suspiciously, “From who? Who are you?”

The man showed no emotion like any other good government agent did, “My name is Mr. Brown. As for who is calling you, it is General Morestead.”

I gasped inwardly, but I still showed no emotion to this officer. I said, “Toss the phone to me. Sorry I was trained not to trust anyone, especially suspicious looking men.”

The man grinned for about a split second before it disappeared. He tossed the phone over to me, I immediately pressed it into my ear, “This is Michael Montgomery who am I speaking with?”

The man took a deep breath saying, “Mr. Montgomery it is raining where I am can I come by to borrow an umbrella?”

This was code words we were taught to know in case of compromise. I then stated, “This is Sergeant Pierce sir, how may I assist you?”

The man cleared his throat, “Captain Pierce, I am here with an assignment. This is four star general Morestead I am the one who founded Project Morti.”

I said with the most respectful tone I could muster, “Thank you for the promotion SIR! My team and I are ready to take on any assignment the government is ready to throw at us.”

I swear I could feel the grin through the phone line, “Captain please inform Lieutenant Shockey and Sergeant Rivers of their promotions as well. Now to the assignment. In August you will enter Jupiter High school. You will find the terrorist units known as RANTS and terminate all of them. There should be no more than five. There will be a debriefing package landing in your doorstep in the next thirty seconds.” I looked for the man in the black to suit to see that he had disappeared, “You should not have any trouble with your first mission captain. Good luck, keep the phone, I or another government official will be in touch with you soon.”

The government also trained us to have an amazing memory. They started with making us memorize hundreds of numbers at a time. I remember this conversation from General Morestead 6 months ago. That was in February of 2013. My story, where I will introduce my team, home and how we got there will follow. After the story is over I must disappear for obvious reasons. Good luck, and Nos sumus Posterum, remember we are the future.

(A/N) What do you guys think? Potentially awesome? I think so. This will be a side story of Fallen Empires, which is my story on Norse Mythology. I will probably do 2-3 sub stories like this, so the updates may come slow unless the story does really well. Anyways, please Enjoy, Review, Fan, Comment and all that good stuff, Orion out!