SHADOW CORPS - ESCAPE FROM SHADOW

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EPISODE 2 Escape From Shadow ***** Paul felt every bone in his body freeze. “Boss, are you alright?” It was Irene’s voice and though the man behind him could not hear her, she spoke in a whisper. “I can be there in three minutes, tops.” “I can be there in less than one,” came Thomas’s voice. “Negative,” Paul muttered. “WETIN YOU TALK?” the voice boomed again, startling Paul because it was closer. “I SAID DO NOT MOVE!” “I did not move!” Paul complained, slowly raising his hands into the air. “I am unharmed.” “Then why is an assault rifle hanging from your side?” asked the voice. “SLOWLY!” he warned as Paul began to turn to see adversary. The first thing he saw was a big ass assault rifle with a high powered scope and suppressive gear. He then saw the man’s utility belt, which held several high end frag grenades, an EMP grenade and a cluster bomb grenade. Strapped to the man’s right thigh was a holstered 9mm Berretta. Paul’s mouth fell agape at how armed this sailor was even as his gaze rose to appreciate the man’s stature. He was burly. Really burly. He wore a singlet over his camouflage pants. His muscles were taut, veins bulging against the skin of his flesh and glistening in the harsh flood lights of the vessel. He was white male. “WHO ARE YOU?” the man spouted, his face contorted in a gruesome frown. His hands were incredibly steady, his finger on the trigger. Only highly trained operatives could demonstrate such steadiness in situations like this. Paul concluded what this wasn’t some terrorist scum who had managed to get his hands on some high end weaponry. Terrorist scums weren’t this trained. Terrorist scum wouldn’t even consider speaking. They’d shoot first. “My name is Paul White,” Paul said. He looked behind the man and gasped in shock. The man turned instinctively, before he realized his mistake. Paul moved to the point he became but a blur. The man, knowing what was happening, pulled the trigger. The gun jerked back with a loud report, the bullet cutting through Paul. But Paul had misted into shadow form. The bullet only went through him. Paul passed through the man, causing the man to jerk violently. Coming out from the man’s behind, Paul swirled around, solidifying as he turned to face his adversary. The man had fallen to the ground. He was now thrashing violently and convulsing. From his extremities, he was turning to ice, all the light, all the warmth, all the life being sucked from him as a result of the pieces of shadow matter Paul had left inside of him. Paul fell to his knees, totally overwhelmed by what he was seeing. He’d seen it before—this was not his first time of killing a man by what he called Shadow Pass. Still, every time he saw it, it overwhelmed him. Shadow Pass was one of the worst way to die. Paul could imagine what the man was feeling. Even as the man gurgled and thrashed and convulsed, he was fully conscious. The pain, the frustration, the terror—Paul shivered…No man should ever have to die like this. The sound an alarm brought Paul’s attention back on mission. He shot to his feet and ran for the open hatch. “Report!” he yelled above the screeching klaxons. “I’ve been found out!” Scott blared back. “I’m in the aft section of engineering. Had to use my powers.” Paul frowned, sliding down the ladder to the lower deck. He’d landed in a deserted hallway. “What do you mean you had to take them out? How?” Paul was now frowning. He hated unnecessary bloodshed. Heck, he hated any kind of bloodshed. “I had to kill them all,” Scott replied with a defiance in is voice. “All twenty six of them.” Paul was immediately stunned by what he’d heard. Twenty six? He didn’t ask for fear of being branded a sympathizer. The Shadow Corps organization was as utilitarian as it got. They didn’t tolerate dissenters and had no value for human life, especially when it came to shadow powered people. Everyone was paranoid, and everyone was a suspect. Everyone was expected to comply. If you didn’t—if you as much as sneezed wrongly—you were branded a sympathizer, which is the worst thing you could ever be. Sympathizers are usually taken away to a secret facility off the coast of Malta, where no one would ever see them again. The facility was called Purgatory. Paul had heard tales … disturbing tales. It is said that death is a better option than being taken to Purgatory. Paul shivered. The very thought of Purgatory kept him in line. He didn’t always agree with their, but it was either he complied or he was taken to Purgatory. At the beginning it was an easy choice … comply and live your life fully. Now, with each innocent man killed, with each innocent family incinerated, it was getting more difficult to stand by the loathsome organization he was working for. “Proceed to the lowest deck, Scott,” Paul said through clenched teeth, taking care not to allow his e motion bleed into his voice. He didn’t want to give his team members or the brasses back at their headquarters, who were no doubt listening in on their channel, any reason to suspect that he was a sympathizer. “All remaining teams you are a go,” Paul said. “Sweep the vessel. And be advised, there are highly trained, highly armed operatives.” Paul paused for one second. He knew he shouldn’t add the next phrase he was thinking of adding. He knew he should just walk on and mind his business. But the way Scott had indiscriminately charred twenty six sailors, many of whom may not know what their Captain was up to unsettled Paul. He had to say something. So he did. “And be mindful of civilians,” Paul breathed into his mic. “Watch your fire.” There was a charged silence in their channel. The next reply had an uncertain ring to it. “Roger that, boss,” it was Irene. Paul ignored the man and stole down the hallway, bringing his assault rifle up to lead his way. He turned a corner, where he found three unarmed sailors running towards him. He tightened his hand around the trigger. As soon as they saw him, they cut to the right through a door and were gone. Paul continued down the corridor until he came to an access way that slanted all the way down to a lower corridor. He marched on in. “What’s your status, Scott?” Paul asked. “I’m there, boss,” Scott said. Paul got to the lower corridor and saw Scott standing before a small the door in the wall. The corridor was dark. The only light they had was the light from their weapons. “Ready?” Paul asked. Scott flashed him a weary look. He tapped his right ear, which disabled his comm system. “You’re going to get yourself killed, Paul,” he growled, flashing a set of angry teeth. Paul looked away to the door. He didn’t respond. “If they tell me to hunt you, I will,” Scott continued. “Don’t think I won’t.” Paul straightened up. He looked at the man and said, “I wouldn’t expect anything less, soldier. Let’s do this.” Scott stretch his right palm towards the door. Reels upon reels of shadow matter spooled out of his palm, splashing onto the door and immediately spreading in all direction. Before long, the entire door had been swallowed by shadow matter. Scott balled his right palm. The shadow matter fizzled away. The door was gone. Through the doorway, there were hundreds of little kids looking back at them in terror. They were all shadow powered. They all had to die. ***** To be continued…

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Jez... Children, wat are u going to do commander paul

***** It was obvious they were shadow powered people. Paul could feel the energy each of them was giving off. Combined, they were giving off so much energy that it staggered Paul. Scott brought out a scanning device and scanned the room. The device beeped erratically. Scott glanced at Paul. “It’s off the charts. They are all powered.” Paul stepped through the doorway. He looked at the lining of the wall. There was a special aluminum material coating the inner surface of the room. It somehow was preventing their powers from reaching beyond the room, which was why they couldn’t detect the presence of powered people from outside. Paul looked from one scared face to the other. The oldest here couldn’t have been more than seven years. They were all of middle eastern descent, though there were some black kids among them. They were dressed in thick clothing, which made Paul surmise that they had been transported here from a very cold region. It meant that their registered port of exit may not have been the Isle of Manne, because that place wasn’t cold. Paul tapped his earpiece, disabling his connection to his people. Up the deck, he could hear the sound of automatic fire. They had already boarded the vessel. It would take them about twenty minutes before they cleared the place and made their way down here. It meant Paul had twenty minutes to save these kids. There was no way in hell he was going to set kids ablaze! That was crossing the goddamn line. “Who would do this?” Paul muttered to Scott. Scott didn’t reply. He had thrown a mask over his face. With clinical efficiency he took more reading from the kids and the room using his device. Though his weapon was not trained on anybody, he still had a finger on the trigger as though he expected one of the terrified kids to attack him. Paul’s heart began to race. His life flashed before him. Could he take out Scott? Paul and Scott had never really fought. Why would they? They were on the same team. Paul had taken for granted that Scott had a better build than him. Scott was more trained and skilled with his weapon and with his shadow power. Paul on the other had was more strategic. He was more deliberate. He was more powerful in terms of summoning shadow power. The way he was seeing it, he and Scott were equally matched. It meant if he decided to take on Scott, the fight would drag on, until Irene and the rest came in to arrest him. Then he’d be shipped off to Purgatory never ti be seen again. The kids, on the other hand, would still be incinerated on the spot without consideration without recourse, without investigation. “A hundred and thirteen illegals,” Scott pronounced. He was in the back of the room, making his way to the front. The way he said ‘illegals’ made his skin crawl. A shadow powered man who used his power to rape unsuspecting women was an illegal. A shadow powered woman who used her power to rob banks was an illegal. A shadow powered crime lord who used his power to push crack and guns was an illegal. A shadow powered terrorist who used his power to terrorize innocent communities was an illegal. Paul had no trouble killing these guys in the past. But a bunch of scared ass kids? Illegals? Hardly. For Scott to have branded them illegals already meant he was thinking of protocol. Because the protocol was clear they had to… Scott grabbed Paul’s hand, startling him for a moment. He pulled Paul to the corner of the room. “Protocol’s clear, boss,” Scott whispered. “I need you to remove yourself from this situation. You don’t have to watch.” Paul tore his hand from Scott’s, unreasonably angered. “Fuck you, Scott!” he boomed. “you want to kill kids?!” Scott’s eyes widened in shock at Paul’s response., Then they narrowed in rage. “Be very careful what you say to me, Paul.” “Or what?” Paul blurted. “You’d run to the Council and snitch on me?” Paul was beginning to feel his power tug on him. Shadow energy boiled in his innards, ready to be unleashed. Ready to leak up life. Ready to snuff out light. Paul shut his eyes and tried to rein his powers in. Scott placed a calm hand on Paul and spoke in a friendly whisper. “Think, Paul,” he urged him. “think. These foreign kids are not worth risking your promising career over.” Paul shook his head, trying to refute the logic with which Scott spoke. “You can’t save them,” Scott said. “Even if you take me out. The rest are outside. They have this ship surrounded. Where will you go with a hundred plus kids? You’ll end up getting arrested and for what? The kids will still die.” “I can’t, Scott,” Paul pleaded. He opened his eyes, which were already teary, looking Scott in the eye. “this is crossing the line, Scott. I can’t do it.” Scott’s hand tightened on Paul’s shoulder. “You don’t have to. Leave the ship. I’ll handle it.” “You don’t understand, Scott,” Paul said. “I can’t let you do it.” Scott’s face hardened. “You’re going to get yourself killed, Paul,” Scott warned. Paul pulled away from Scott’s hold. He grabbed his assault rifle in a threatening pose and said, “So be it.” Scott was about to speak, when the Captain of the ship was shoved into the room. He tumbled to the ground all bloodied up and bartered. Standing in the doorway was a tall, sexy-as-hell lady, who was wearing a black, tight-fitting jumpsuit. She held a flame thrower in one hand and gallon of petrol in the other. She looked at the kids first. There was not as much as an iota of emotion in her eyes. Then she glanced to the side, where Paul and Scott had been whispering to each other. She said, “Let’s burn these kids down.” ***** To be continued…

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***** Paul was dumbfounded. He only stared at Irene. Scott on the other hand walked over to her side. He said nothing. The Captain recovered from the ground. He looked at Irene, shock evident on his face. “You would kill children?” he said. “What kind of monster are you?!” Irene squeezed the trigger briefly, sending flame into the air momentarily. She grinned at him. “The good kind of monster,” she replied. The Captain looked from Irene to Scott and back to Irene. The confusion in his eyes was understandable. How could two human beings condone incinerating children? Who did that? The Captain then looked at Paul. “You would allow this?” he asked. Paul frowned. “Why were you transporting powered children into the country? You knew what would befall them. You knew we’d come for you. Yet you did it all the same. You are the one who brought this fate upon them, not me.” The Captain’s face fell into horror. He made to speak, but Paul raised a hand to shut him off. “You will answer for your crimes. You will also answer for their crimes. But we are not killing them … at least not now. Not here.” That drew a surprised gaze from Irene. Scott didn’t look surprised. But he didn’t speak. “What do you mean, boss?” she asked, uncertain. Her aim dropped. It was almost as if she didn’t like the prospect of not killing the kids. Paul wondered why he still had feelings for her, knowing what kind of a monster she was. It was beyond him. “I mean we’re not going to set them ablaze,” Paul replied with a hard tone. “We’re going to dock them and transport them to a hospital, where they can be taken care off. Then we are going to find out where they came from and so on.” Irene’s confusion only increased. She glanced at Scott for explanations. Scott shrugged. “Don’t look at me. He’s the boss,” Scott said. Irene glared back at Paul. Paul didn’t dignify her glare with one of his own. Instead he looked away. He tapped on the communication device in his ear as he walked over to the Captain. He pulled an electronic handcuff from his utility belt and cuffed the Captain. Then he hefted the man to his feet. “Paul to the DSS lead, come in,” Paul said. “This is Captain Ayomide, sir,” said a voice in his ear. “We have secured the vessel, but we are standing back while you do your shadow work. We are also keeping the media away. They somehow got wind of this operation.” “Good man,” Paul said. “But I want you to allow the media access. I also want you to proceed into the vessel. We are taking prisoners…” “Say again, sir,” the man interrupted. “Did you say you are taking prisoners?” “Roger that, Captain,” Paul replied, refusing to meet Irene’s heated stare. “Prepare a bus. There are a lot of kids.” “Roger that, sir,” the man said, “DSS lead out.” “Thomas, come in,” Paul said. “I heard it all, sir,” Thomas replied. “We’re allowing them access to the vessel. What do you want us to do with the sailors?” “Hand them over to the local police,” Paul replied. Thomas didn’t reply for a moment. When he did, e said, “Are you sure about that, sir?” Protocol demanded they don’t leave hostages. The fact that there were shadow powered people was still a secret in the world. Usually, when they operated, they killed everyone involved so the news wouldn’t get out. Now, Paul was telling Thomas to let the sailors go, sailors who had seen them use their shadow powers. Sailors who could talk to the police. It was a massive breach of security. “Do it,” Paul said. “Roger that, sir,” Thomas replied. Paul shoved the Captain in Irene’s direction. Irene didn’t take him. Instead, she smashed an angry fist into his right temple, sending him to the ground, unconscious. She tapped on her earpiece to disable it. Then she glared at Paul. “What the fuck, Paul?” Irene bellowed. “You want to get yourself killed?” Scott folded his arms. He was fuming, but he wasn’t saying anything. “Pick him up and dock him,” Paul said in a measured voice. He was still wondering why they were all fighting him, when they knew he was just trying to save a bunch of kids. “Fucking answer me, Paul!” she yelled. Paul heaved a sigh. “If you speak to me like that again, I will have you arrespted, Irene,” Paul said, his voice totally calm. “Now, I gave you a direct order. You will obey me otherwise I will dock you as a sympathizer.” Irene’s mouth fell agape, her face exchanging fury for shock. Her entire body trembled with rage. “He gave you a direct order, Irene,” Scott muttered. Though he was calm, though he was obviously on Irene’s side, he spoke with an edge in his voice. Irene shut her mouth up, frowned, and nodded. She slung the flame thrower over her back, shifting the gallon of petrol to her other hand. She roused up the Captain with a couple of slaps, before helping him to his feet and leading him out of the room. Moments after she was gone, DSS agents began trouping into the room and helping the kids out. They found out that some of the kids were injured, while some were disabled. Paul ensured that the TV news crew that had gathered on the harbor were getting everything on camera. The DSS lead agent had organized about thirty black, tinted SUVs to ferry the kids to the nearest General Hospital. Paul had ordered Thomas to go with the vehicles ensure that the transport wasn’t waylaid en route. Paul’s superiors could have sent another tac-team to arrest the vehicles and kill the kids. Thomas would ensure that didn’t happen. The sailors and terrorists were handed to the local police. The DSS agent cordoned off the ship, stationing a unit of ten agents to keep the vessel cordoned off. A Shadow Corps clean up team would come to destroy the ship, since shadow energy was still very much evident all over the vessel. Paul and his team of agents were the last to exit the vessel. The DSS has succeeded in sending off passersby, but they had left a couple of news crew behind according to Paul’s behest. A fleet of four black Cadillac Escalades lined the harbor. The trunks were popped and the hidden armory was open right before the TV news crew, who were recording the whole proceeding. Paul and his team went on to remove their weapons and store them in the trunks. Scott, Irene, and Paul shared the lead vehicle. Irene was the first to be finish loading her weapons in the trunk. Before she went into the car, she muttered into Paul’s ears, “You’re finished.” And she was gone. Paul glanced at Scott, who had heard. “Don’t look at me, boss,” he replied. “I warned you.” He finished up and went into the car. Paul’s last weapon was a pistol, which he gingerly dropped in its casing before sealing off the armory and returning the plastic platform that hid the armory. He taped a button and the trunk closed up. Paul heaved a sigh, swirled on his heels, and marched to where the DSS agents were keeping the TV news crew in line. He had one more thing to do before he was shipped off to Purgatory. He was going to give a speech. ***** To be continued…

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