Black

22 1 1
                                    

Situation Room

2200 hours

I'm sitting on a big, black chair staring at the attorney general. He is pointing to something on the screen of a television.

"Mr. President," the Attorney General said, "do we have permission to go in?"

I contemplated a moment before nodding my head in affirmation.

The assault on the lab commenced. We watched it live on the screen. Everything was moving so quickly! A gunshot from an AK-47 from the right, an RPG coming from the left. I watched all of this happen. Men and women, dying.

Suddenly,

All

Went

Black.

"Whiskey? Whiskey, come in! Do you read? Whiskey?!" Cried the General. Silence answered us in reply.

"Mr. President, we need to get you down to the bunker..."

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Dec 02, 2012 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

BlackWhere stories live. Discover now