Chapter 3: The Future
Johan walked away from the president with a little apprehension, the weight in his briefcase slowing him quite a bit. A bead of sweat trapsied down the creases of the business-suit clad mans face, dropping onto the dry ground and burning up. The weather sure had changed with the increased melting of the ice caps. He turned the corner, and shrieked away from the dome of the Space Needle, where it had crashed in the Pan-Pacific War so many decades ago. In the shadows, a thin man with Orson Welles size boots waited, smoking lustily from a long-stemmed cigarette held between two metal fingers of a prosthetic hand.
"You're late." said the man of the shadows.
"I was...Detained by the previous appointment."
"I see. And how did it go?"
"See for yourself." Johan pulled open his briefcase, and held it in front of the mysterious partner to reveal a petite monitor which he focused with a dial along the side. It zoomed in to the President's location, and the location of his comrades, lit up along a map of the surrounding area.
***
As the president and his followers began to disband into New Seattle, an off-white limousine coated with gold sparkles pulled up. An Angel stepped out, an automatic photon cannon impressed into his shoulder. He looked around, then fired a quick warning shot.
"All right you Ratharian Bastards. Down on the ground."
"Shit! Hit the deck!" Yelled the President, slamming against the ground in such force that his hands began to bleed.
"We know why you are here, and we are here to stop it." The Angel continued, "By stopping the source."
***
It would be a good morning for a stroll. Or so Joshua Nazarene thought as he stepped out onto the street in his simple garmets of white and brown cloth. He tended to dote around the old sections of town- the ones that still protruded from the ground, at least. This day he decided to take a walk through the old city center, and began promptly at 0900 hours. (Just three hours before his temporary job as a contracted city carpenter began.) He walked passed a small gathering of a few people whispering to each other, including one that looked like the famed President of Rathar from the first Time War. He paid little attention as he whistled old hymns from before the fall of religion to the Angels. Later, on his way home, he spotted a man from earlier with a figure shrouded in the darkness of the alleys and ruins. He thought of approaching, but decided against it and went on his way back to his house nearby.
***
The Angel looked straight into the eyes of the president and a strange aura surround them both. The colour disappeared out of the leader's eyes entirely. In what seemed like a thousand flashes of one second, the Angel fired the cannons and beams of white light enveloped the President, who fell limp to the ground. The others scattered quickly away, and the Angel slumped back into the limousine and whisked itself away. The Ratharian looked up with his pupilless eyes and screamed one terrible scream of bloody murder, then stopped breathing.
"You're late." said the man of the shadows.
"I was...Detained by the previous appointment."
"I see. And how did it go?"
"See for yourself." Johan pulled open his briefcase, and held it in front of the mysterious partner to reveal a petite monitor which he focused with a dial along the side. It zoomed in to the President's location, and the location of his comrades, lit up along a map of the surrounding area.
As the president and his followers began to disband into New Seattle, an off-white limousine coated with gold sparkles pulled up. An Angel stepped out, an automatic photon cannon impressed into his shoulder. He looked around, then fired a quick warning shot.
"All right you Ratharian Bastards. Down on the ground."
"Shit! Hit the deck!" Yelled the President, slamming against the ground in such force that his hands began to bleed.
"We know why you are here, and we are here to stop it." The Angel continued, "By stopping the source."
It would be a good morning for a stroll. Or so Joshua Nazarene thought as he stepped out onto the street in his simple garmets of white and brown cloth. He tended to dote around the old sections of town- the ones that still protruded from the ground, at least. This day he decided to take a walk through the old city center, and began promptly at 0900 hours. (Just three hours before his temporary job as a contracted city carpenter began.) He walked passed a small gathering of a few people whispering to each other, including one that looked like the famed President of Rathar from the first Time War. He paid little attention as he whistled old hymns from before the fall of religion to the Angels. Later, on his way home, he spotted a man from earlier with a figure shrouded in the darkness of the alleys and ruins. He thought of approaching, but decided against it and went on his way back to his house nearby.
The Angel looked straight into the eyes of the president and a strange aura surround them both. The colour disappeared out of the leader's eyes entirely. In what seemed like a thousand flashes of one second, the Angel fired the cannons and beams of white light enveloped the President, who fell limp to the ground. The others scattered quickly away, and the Angel slumped back into the limousine and whisked itself away. The Ratharian looked up with his pupilless eyes and screamed one terrible scream of bloody murder, then stopped breathing.
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