Tuesday, June 29, 2004

   In the Shadow of the Dragon: Chapter 1
Alright, here it is, the first chapter of my action adventure. It's a little long but I hope you struggle through it.


"Zeke, you there?" "Yeah, yeah. I'm ready when you are", Ezekial Stryke mumbled into his headset. Even from the dark street below, Zeke could barely see Cyrus Kane sneaking into an entrance on the roof of the old warehouse. "I think the sunglasses gave him away", he thought idly. He crossed the empty street to the basement window he scoped out later that day. Pulling the slide back on his Sig-Sauer 9mm, he slid in feet first. Above the damp basement where he crept one of the largest drug deals of the century was taking place. Representatives of the Columbian Domingues cartel and an unknown american buyer were set to exchange over 500 kilos of cocaine for something a little more special than money. Cyrus watched from a catwalk above, the bodies of three dead guards strewn at his feet. Leaning casually on the railing, he watched as his partner Zeke attached an explosive device to the bottom of the unmarked semi-truck. It without a doubt held the cocaine that treatened to flood the streets. "I wonder what he chose this time", thought Cyrus. Zeke whispered into his com-unit as he crept back into the manhole he snuck out of, "How can you feel so righteous about doing something so horrible". They frequently feigned philosophy on a mission. "I keep telling you, it's for the kids." This part, at least, was honest. He hated the thought of innocent childrens lives being ruined by drugs. "You're so full of shit sometimes Cyrus", his youthful voice laced with static from the headset, "whoa we got action. Limo incoming. Two more cars...enforcers, probably." "Well at least we won't be bored", Cyrus chuckled as he checked his guns. Men in suits filed from the cars, one in front caught his eye. As if reading his thoughts "Well, well. We have a VIP tonight, Mr. Luthor Van Darren, head lackey of Megadyne Inc. You owe me five bucks Kane." "Yeah, Yeah. Eyes open, don't let that briefcase Luthors handing over out of your sight." "Showtime." Cyrus stood to his full height. Brushing his earlength brown and red hair from the lenses of his fiery sunglasses, he pulled an electric detonator from his vest pocket. "Gentlemen, may I have your attention please!", he held the detonator out in front of him. " I regret to inform you that there will be no transactions tonight. It's time to pay the devil his due!" "What the, shoot h--." Before he could finish Cyrus pushed the button sending flames and the truck spiraling through the gigantic room. "Napalm", he muttered with a smile. Zeke lept into action from the shadows. Confused stragglers were dropping left and right. A hail of automatic gunfire chased Cyrus across the catwalk as he dove for a rappelling line he had set up earlier. "Me and my dramatics", he cursed as he spun down the rope, unholstering is twin .45 Colt 1911's. The sound of the high cailiber pistols ripping through the chaos of the warehouse, he landed lightly behind a stack of crates, three gunman short. "How are we doin' Zeke!?", Cyrus yelled into his com. "You sure did start a shitstorm man!" Zeke peeked out of his cover and squeezed two more rounds into the nearest man. "I count 15", he said as he fired twice from his hiding spot "make that 13." As Zeke laughed behind his crate, slugs slammed rather close to his head. Before he could react, two large men armed with Mac 10's ran around the side of the box. Laying on his back, he kicked strait up at their guns knocking them off target. Chunks of dusty concrete erupted around him. Flipping to his feet he stuck his boot knife in the neck of one man and the barrel of his gun in the other. He was already gone before they could hit the ground. Elsewhere he could hear Cyrus' .45 roaring destruction, no doubt with pinpoint accuracy. "Damn", he fled from his position, firing shot after shot, only stopping to reload. "Very nice Stryke, almost all of those hit. Though I'd wish they weren't so close to me", he heard his grating sarcasm in his ear. "Any left", said Zeke. "One, Van Darren" They strolled out to the middle of the room, firelight playing about on the walls. Ezekial picked up the briefcase laying next to the dead guard. "Who the hell are you?!", said the sniveling beuracrat. "That doesn't concern you", Cyrus said as he lit a cigarette. He pulled a squeeze bottle out of one of the many pockets on his tac-vest. Covering him in the liquid inside, they started to walk away. "Your're gonna DIE FOR THIS!!!!", screamed Van Darren. Cyrus smiled over his shoulder, the lenses of his glasses mimmicking the fire in the room, "You first". He tossed a lit match and walked away, watching his shadow that the human torch was casting.
As they drove away: "So, whats in the case", Cyrus could already hear the sirens headed for the building in his rear view mirror. "My God, your never going to believe this", the glow of a laptop computer shining on Ezekial Stryke's face.

Well there it was, give me some feedback if you liked it. If I get positive responses, I'll put the rest of it on later. Thanks.

Cyrus Azrael Kane
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