Chapter 2
As I sat in the darkness between the two trash dispensers I could see Kara as she walked up the sidewalk towards her house. She was dressed in a fashionable business suit that was a double breasted design, much like my uniform. It was a dark color that was hard to discern in the darkness, maybe burgundy or dark blue and I noticed that she was wearing her hair up in a bun. I also noticed that she was alone, but I felt a nervous sensation pass through me as she got closer to the sidewalk leading to her front door.
Like clockwork, three policemen emerged from behind various cover points down the street from where she had just walked. I was surprised that three policemen would be assigned to this hit; I was more shocked by the thought of what she might be involved in to warrant that kind of detail. Outnumbered three to one I did the only logical thing that I could do. I leapt out from the shadows and ran across Kara's lawn as she opened her door. A split second later three blue beams of light engulfed the door frame. I kicked the door shut behind us to act as a barrier. My instinct to do so was misguided as a blue laser cut through the door like it was paper just above my head.
Kara rose frantically and gasped from the dual surprise of seeing me and having her home attacked by a group of unknown assailants.
"Serus, what the hell is going on?" She shouted.
"You've been assigned as a hit, Kara," I said as I reached for her hand. We ducked into the small kitchen area as the door was kicked open. I quickly adjusted my gauntlet to a high enough beam to kill the intruding policemen and fired at the first one I saw, hitting him in the chest, a kill shot. Kara screamed behind me as a second policeman targeted her through the kitchen window. I pushed her out of the way as the beam shattered the glass and burnt the flooring where Kara once stood. I fired quickly and hit him in the arm. He recoiled from the pain and redirected his aim back to me. I spun around quickly and ducked behind a wall as a blue beam cut through the dry wall above me. I aimed at the policeman using the trajectory of his own beam as a reference and scorched the wall of Kara’s home as I fired. His beam faded out of sight and I worked under the assumption that he was now dead.
"Kara!" I called out to her to see where she was.
"Serus, I'm in the pantry," she called out.
"Stay there, and don’t move!" I said as I scanned the perimeter. There were three policemen initially and now there should be just one. I moved through Kara's small house and surveyed the area, trying to identify which hiding places I would have used if I were to perform the hit. Sometimes knowing how your enemy thinks can help you come up with a better offensive strategy. I heard a rustling sound in the bushes outside Kara's bedroom so I went to peer out of the window. The second policeman was still alive and lay on his back shaking the bushes outside the window. I realized why he was rustling the bushes almost a moment too late as a beam singed past my head. It came from around the side of the neighbor’s house where the third policeman was hiding. He must have assumed that I would roll left because the beam cut through the wall in a low sweeping maneuver.
I avoided the beam by rolling to the right and fired through the wall in a circling pattern. It caused a lot of damage but it was effective when you lost your opponents precise location. I stopped to listen to see if I had wounded the third policeman. All I could hear was the heavy breathing of the second one I had wounded before. I took a moment to fire upon him to alleviate the threat of him potentially getting the best of me.
All I heard for several seconds was the ambient noise of the air conditioner unit outside. No breathing or crawling sounds coming from outside. I sneaked into the next room and gazed out the window. Once there I could see the lifeless body of the third policeman lying next to some broken bits of the exterior wall of the neighbor’s house.
I wasn't convinced that all threats were alleviated until I patrolled the house and the outside perimeter several times. Once I was satisfied of the relative safety of our situation I returned inside to collect Kara from her hiding spot in the pantry. I opened the door and saw that she was crying as she sat on the floor.
"Kara," I said. "I'm here now and you're safe." She looked up to me with her moist green eyes that showed the fear that she had of dying, the same kind of fear that she had of me. She looked at me like I was a monster.
"Serus, what's going on? Why were those policemen targeting me?" She asked me those questions in a way that made me think that she might already know the answer.
"I was going to ask you the same question," I said as I took her hand and helped her up. I looked over her to make sure that she was not injured in any way. She looked fine.
"Oh my, Serus, you've been wounded!" She said alarmingly. I looked down at my left arm and could see burnt flesh behind the charred sleeve of my left arm, just above the elbow." Are you in pain?" She asked as the expression of fear she had of me turned into an expression of concern.
"No, it must be from the adrenaline." I reached into my pocket and produced a bottle of Serum. It was a drug issued to policemen to dull our pain sensitivity without affecting our cognitive thinking. It also worked well with sleep deprivation and to dull hunger.
Kara was unbuttoning by jacket to get a better look at the wound. I groaned as the material scratched against my torn flesh a little more roughly than I think she intended. It was a nasty looking wound but there was no bleeding. I could move my arm fairly well so I doubted that there would be any serious permanent injury to my arm. Kara threw open some cabinets looking for a way to clean the wound and found some alcohol and bandages.
. "I'm sorry, but this will burn," she said. I winced slightly as she poured the contents of the bottle onto the open wound.
"Kara," I said. "We need to talk."
"So talk," she replied while pouring more alcohol on the open wound.
"I don't know why you've been targeted, but you're a fool if you think I believe you're ignorant to that knowledge," I said through gritted teeth as the alcohol burned inside my wounded flesh.
"Way to beat around the bush about it," she said with an irritated tone.
"I'm here to save your life, Kara. This isn't some stupid game that children play where you can start over if you lose. This is life and death. The same organization that killed dad is now targeting you. All I know if that Whelming assigned the hit. He said it had something to do about global security. I thought he was bluffing to try and prolong his life..."
She cut me off, "Whelming is dead?"
"Yes. He has been for a couple of hours."
"Good," she said. "That maniac has been messing around with my research for months. I'm not surprised at all that he put a hit on me." Her words hit the air with a stoic matter of fact attitude.
"Look, tell me what's going on so that I can help you. The hit isn't over until the assignment is complete. The only person who could call it off is dead. Our only other choice is to hide you until I can cancel it on my end. That could take several days."
She finished cleaning my wound and took a hard look into my face. I knew that my face was not the one she once recognized as her brother. I was someone or something else entirely now. She bit her lip and looked around the room nervously.
"Where can we go?" She asked.
"I have a friend named Thom who is a policeman. I trained him two years ago and I can trust him."
"Alright," she said. "I'll follow your lead on this, but I have to tell you what I know first."
"First, do you still have one of my uniforms here?"
"Yes," she said as she went to retrieve it from a chest at the foot of her bed. She unfolded it and shook the wrinkles out before handing it to me. "Here."
I took the jacket and gingerly put it on, careful not to snag the sleeve against my wounded arm. It was a little loose from the years of long hours and lack of proper nourishment typical of my line of work. Policemen typically only eat to survive; there wasn’t much in our lives that gave us purpose beyond our daily assignments. It was just another perk o
f being in the Agency.
"Let's leave now and go to Thom's," I instructed. She gathered her things and we left her home behind. I could see a tear streaking her makeup down her face as we walked silently. She kept wiping at her eyes so I maintained a watchful eye as we walked the five miles to Thom's apartment.
Policemen are not permitted to own possessions but we are given the luxury of having a choice in where we live. Thom picked an apartment by the water. His father had been a fisherman and Thom liked to sit by the water and think about his dad. To the best of my knowledge I believe his dad was still alive, but like most families they were fragmented because of Thom's recruitment into the Agency and the only memory Thom had was a vision of his father on a fishing boat. Thom had preferred to suffer in silence on the matter, a usual method we policemen used to deal with our internal torment, the kind that no amount of programming can ever cover up.
We approached Thom who was sitting by the water watching as the moonlight reflected off the surface. I purposefully made a sound as we walked to alert him of our presence. It was never a good idea to sneak up behind a policeman, even if you are one yourself. He looked back at us when we were about thirty yards away.
"Serus," he said in his usual one word greeting.
"Thom," I returned. "This is my sister Kara and we are seeking refuge." I said getting straight to the point.
Thom looked around before answering, "of course, let’s go inside." He led the way into his apartment and offered his sofa for us to sit. "What's going on, Serus?"
"That's something that I'm still trying to figure out myself.” I said. “Kara is caught in the cross hairs of the Agency and a hit was placed by Whelming," I looked at Kara urging her to let us know exactly what she was involved with. She lifted her hands to her face and massaged her temples as she exhaled.
"Alright, I’m ready," she said as she lowered her hands to her lap. "This is a long story," she motioned for Thom to take a seat. We both leaned forward, intent to hear what she was about to say. Something that was big enough for the Syndicate to want her dead.
If you enjoyed this preview of Dead Planet Book One: Exodus then email at
[email protected] and I will send you a PDF version for the low, low price of FREE! Thank you for reading!
Thank you for reading books on BookFrom.Net Share this book with friends