Action story. Enjoy.
San Diego, California.
The city that seemed like paradise; warm beaches and sunshine. But for one man, it was an inescapable hell…
The sky was gray as heavy clouds loomed overhead. Thunder rumbled menacingly off in the distance. It was quite obvious that a storm was coming, and it was going to be rough. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a lightning bolt cut the sky. The flash snapped, and was gone as quickly as it had came. Although she expected it, the rolling thunder that followed sacred her. It seemed to shake the towering business complex that she worked in.
Alyssa Frits, Manager of the Data and Documentation Department at the Industrial Markets headquarters. Every one of her coworkers had already gone home to beat both the traffic and the storm. The floor, and the entire building, seemed empty. It was almost to be expected with this weather at 4:30 pm on a Friday.
She sighed, and saved the data file she had be laboring over for the past four hours. She was usually the last to leave, considering she was not married, had no children, and even no pets to look after at home.
The lightning and thunder erupted from the sky again, jolting her from her thoughts. As she calmed herself down, Alyssa finally decided to go home, and possibly beat the storm. Good thing her apartment was only 4 blocks away. She stood from her desk, and walked down the empty hallway to the elevator. She rode it down, and walked through the lobby, her footsteps echoing on the marble floors and limestone walls. Everything seemed darker than usual, like she was in a partially lit cave. Alyssa exited the building and took no more than 6 steps before a heart-stopping roar of thunder made her jump and cringe. Thunder had always reminded her of the gunshots that cut down her father on a day much like this one. As if to feed and fuel her misery, the torrential rains poured down from the sky. In no time, Alyssa was soaked to the bone, and chills ran up and down her spine. The chills were not from the cold rain. She knew it; she was being watched.
Another streak of lightning lit the sky, followed by an angry clap of thunder. Her mind wandered back to the day of her father's brutal murder…
Paul Frits was a long retired FBI agent. He had gray hair and a matching mustache. He preferred a suit and tie over anything else, although he no longer worked. He a man very fit for his age. He knew 3 different forms of martial arts. But that couldn't help him that day. The day when two cars filled with men in black clothes and dark sunglasses arrived at their house. They had gotten mad that in his time, Paul had put away too many of members of the Sunset Organization, one of the most powerful and influential crime organizations west of the Mississippi River.
Alyssa remembered the day had low, dark clouds. She remembered hiding under the bed and barely breathing. She remembered hearing her father, trying to be polite, and act innocent. To try to protect her. She remembered the crack that shattered her father's skull. But most of all, she remembered the loud gunshots that followed as the mobsters all emptied their pistols into that one man, limp on the ground. From that day on, she never, ever, wore that color red. It reminded it to much of the blood that stained the floors, and colored the walls.
Alyssa was almost home. Only one more block to go before the apartment building where she lived. So far the sidewalk had been empty of all souls, except hers. But there was one other person, walking towards her. The figure was slouching slightly, wearing a trench coat with his hands in his pockets. It was understandable. Anyone would want to protect themselves from this depressing downpour. She started to get weary only when the figure didn't try to avoid her, but almost seemed intent on colliding with her. As she stepped aside to let him pass, he lurched out and shoved a knife into Alyssa's gut. He pushed in until the blade was no longer visible.
Alyssa gasped in agony as a fire seared her insides. She opened her mouth and tried to breath, but found the pain multiply with each inhale.
Still gripping the hilt, the demon whirled around her to put her in a choke hold. Alyssa could clearly hear his ragged and uneven breaths and smell the putrid stink of his breath. She turned her head to see the face of her attacker. The man had thin black hair, and very bloodshot eyes. His eyes were open very wide, but the pupils were contracted so much that it was almost difficult to see them. The man proceeded to pull out a 9 mm pistol, put the barrel to Alyssa's right temple, and pull the trigger without any hint of hesitation. The gunshot was drowned out by the thunder.
Alyssa's body immediately went limp and slipped from the ragged character's arms onto the sidewalk. The blood gushed from the massive hole in her head, but was carried into a storm drain by the rain.
Almost like he was never even there, the killer was nowhere to be seen. He had just disappeared into the increasing dark.
From his vantage point, he almost couldn't believe it had happened. It went down so fast, he didn't have a chance to react. He was supposed to her guardian angel, her protector. He has promised Paul all those years ago.
And he had failed. Miserably. For the first time in his life, United State Navy SEAL Robert Stone had failed a mission.
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San Diego, California.
The city that seemed like paradise; warm beaches and sunshine. But for one man, it was an inescapable hell…
The sky was gray as heavy clouds loomed overhead. Thunder rumbled menacingly off in the distance. It was quite obvious that a storm was coming, and it was going to be rough. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a lightning bolt cut the sky. The flash snapped, and was gone as quickly as it had came. Although she expected it, the rolling thunder that followed sacred her. It seemed to shake the towering business complex that she worked in.
Alyssa Frits, Manager of the Data and Documentation Department at the Industrial Markets headquarters. Every one of her coworkers had already gone home to beat both the traffic and the storm. The floor, and the entire building, seemed empty. It was almost to be expected with this weather at 4:30 pm on a Friday.
She sighed, and saved the data file she had be laboring over for the past four hours. She was usually the last to leave, considering she was not married, had no children, and even no pets to look after at home.
The lightning and thunder erupted from the sky again, jolting her from her thoughts. As she calmed herself down, Alyssa finally decided to go home, and possibly beat the storm. Good thing her apartment was only 4 blocks away. She stood from her desk, and walked down the empty hallway to the elevator. She rode it down, and walked through the lobby, her footsteps echoing on the marble floors and limestone walls. Everything seemed darker than usual, like she was in a partially lit cave. Alyssa exited the building and took no more than 6 steps before a heart-stopping roar of thunder made her jump and cringe. Thunder had always reminded her of the gunshots that cut down her father on a day much like this one. As if to feed and fuel her misery, the torrential rains poured down from the sky. In no time, Alyssa was soaked to the bone, and chills ran up and down her spine. The chills were not from the cold rain. She knew it; she was being watched.
Another streak of lightning lit the sky, followed by an angry clap of thunder. Her mind wandered back to the day of her father's brutal murder…
Paul Frits was a long retired FBI agent. He had gray hair and a matching mustache. He preferred a suit and tie over anything else, although he no longer worked. He a man very fit for his age. He knew 3 different forms of martial arts. But that couldn't help him that day. The day when two cars filled with men in black clothes and dark sunglasses arrived at their house. They had gotten mad that in his time, Paul had put away too many of members of the Sunset Organization, one of the most powerful and influential crime organizations west of the Mississippi River.
Alyssa remembered the day had low, dark clouds. She remembered hiding under the bed and barely breathing. She remembered hearing her father, trying to be polite, and act innocent. To try to protect her. She remembered the crack that shattered her father's skull. But most of all, she remembered the loud gunshots that followed as the mobsters all emptied their pistols into that one man, limp on the ground. From that day on, she never, ever, wore that color red. It reminded it to much of the blood that stained the floors, and colored the walls.
Alyssa was almost home. Only one more block to go before the apartment building where she lived. So far the sidewalk had been empty of all souls, except hers. But there was one other person, walking towards her. The figure was slouching slightly, wearing a trench coat with his hands in his pockets. It was understandable. Anyone would want to protect themselves from this depressing downpour. She started to get weary only when the figure didn't try to avoid her, but almost seemed intent on colliding with her. As she stepped aside to let him pass, he lurched out and shoved a knife into Alyssa's gut. He pushed in until the blade was no longer visible.
Alyssa gasped in agony as a fire seared her insides. She opened her mouth and tried to breath, but found the pain multiply with each inhale.
Still gripping the hilt, the demon whirled around her to put her in a choke hold. Alyssa could clearly hear his ragged and uneven breaths and smell the putrid stink of his breath. She turned her head to see the face of her attacker. The man had thin black hair, and very bloodshot eyes. His eyes were open very wide, but the pupils were contracted so much that it was almost difficult to see them. The man proceeded to pull out a 9 mm pistol, put the barrel to Alyssa's right temple, and pull the trigger without any hint of hesitation. The gunshot was drowned out by the thunder.
Alyssa's body immediately went limp and slipped from the ragged character's arms onto the sidewalk. The blood gushed from the massive hole in her head, but was carried into a storm drain by the rain.
Almost like he was never even there, the killer was nowhere to be seen. He had just disappeared into the increasing dark.
From his vantage point, he almost couldn't believe it had happened. It went down so fast, he didn't have a chance to react. He was supposed to her guardian angel, her protector. He has promised Paul all those years ago.
And he had failed. Miserably. For the first time in his life, United State Navy SEAL Robert Stone had failed a mission.
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