Interweb Intel Chapter 1

Somewhere in a dimly lit private room at undisclosed 5-star restaurant located in an undisclosed location, a well dressed man of a dandy age blew on his steaming cup of tea. He was balding and what was left of his hair had already turned grey. His form was that of a slightly pudgy but healthy old man in a light brown suit that could be mistaken for any child’s grandfather.

The room itself was a small cozy room decorated with a round table with the standard white tablecloth covering it, two intricately designed wooden chairs and a pair of dark curtains hiding the single window in the room. The room was colored with a pale cream ceiling, dark brown wallpaper and reddish-brown carpeting that stopped just at the doorless entranceway that led out to a dark corridor.

The elderly man took a quick sip and frowned at the liquid heat he had just tasted. Despite having blown on it, the tea still managed to burn the tip of tongue so he placed the cup back onto its matching plate.

He then reached for the other item on the table, a folded up newspaper, but his hand stopped midway when he noticed the man leaning on the doorway in front of him.

He let out a low chuckle and leaned back into his chair.

“Impressive,” said the elderly man to the younger man making his way to the other chair at the table. “You always seem to outdo yourself every time we see each other. I didn’t even hear you take them out this time.”

His counterpart gave an appreciative smile as he sat down.

“I’m afraid that’s simply old age sir. You’re not as young as you used to be after all,” replied the younger man.

This person who had just arrived was dressed in a dark brown suit contrasting with the older man’s lighter shade. His physique was clearly slim and yet there was the unmistakable presence of well toned muscle hiding beneath his clothes. His black hair was neatly combed back gave one the impression of a professional while his dark brown eyes held a hint of mischief in them.

Looking back at the entrance, he directed the older man’s attention to what seemed to be an unconscious man lying on the other side of the doorway.

“Those two you brought with you tonight, are they new recruits? They went down far too easily for them to be Axis agents.”

“Yes but they’ve actually worked as agents for their original agencies much longer than you have.”

“Is that so?” questioned the young man as he looked back at the doorway once more. “I’m quite certain I outdo them in terms of experience though. I drop a pen and they drop their guard. It seems that you’ll have to re-train them before they’re of use to Axis.”

“Yes, that does seem to be the case,” sighed the older gentleman. “So which maneuver did you use? P-24?”

“P-24,” echoed the man with a smile earning a grin from the older man.

“Attaboy. You were always my best pupil Alex,” complimented the older man.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now. What’s this I’ve been hearing about your stint in Siberia?” asked Alex’s mentor. “They say you were lucky to come out of it alive. You don’t appear to be wounded anywhere but are you sure that you are alright?”

“Don’t worry sir. I’m perfectly fine. Besides, I’ve gone through worse under your tutelage” replied Alex with a slight grimace as he thought back on his days as a trainee.

“I suppose…” agreed the old man recalling said injuries.

“It was just a little bit of head trauma. I was discharged after two days in the hospital,” dismissed Alex nonchalantly.

“Discharged? Reports say that you jumped out of a window on the second floor and hijacked an ambulance,” pointed out the older man. “Fieldings is out for your head because of the extra clean up duty you caused.”

“In my defense they were trying to lock me up just because I was hearing a few voices in my head. It really wasn’t anything to worry about,” replied Alex.

The older man raised an eyebrow.

“Voices?” said the older man with a worried look on his face. “It is not comforting to know that one of our top agents might be taking orders from imaginary people. Am I to assume that they are the reason for your recent activities? I still cannot fathom why you painted those elephants pink.”

“I got better,” said Alex indignantly. “There’s only one of them now. Besides, it’s common for people in the trade to be at least partially psychotic.”

Silence briefly reigned supreme as his mentor mulled over that sentence.

“That is true but… I cannot say that it is a comforting fact,” replied Alex’s mentor eventually.

“No need to worry sir. It’s not like it’s telling me to shoot anyone,” assured Alex.

“Didn’t you snipe rats in Manhattan?” interjected his mentor.

“Ahem! This one doesn’t,” continued Alex. “All it does is narrate the things that happen to me and even then it comes and goes.”

The man shot Alex a doubtful look for a few short moments but eventually he let out a sigh.

“Well… If you say so, I suppose it doesn’t sound too detrimental,” said the old man almost to himself. “However. If anymore of them should pop up and you start being told to maim anyone then I want you to head straight to one of our specialists.”

“Fine. I’ll go visit one of them if it comes down to it,” agreed the younger man reluctantly.

“In any case, what did you call me here for?” asked Alex. “If it’s just dinner then you’ll have to compensate me for my flight from the Alps. Oh, and a steak as well.”

“I didn’t call you here for a get together Alex. I have to leave soon myself anyway,” replied the old man. “I called you here because I have a mission for you.”

“What? Couldn’t you have just sent them through the usual channels?” inquired Alex. “You didn’t have to pull me away from my ski trip for that.”

“This isn’t one of your usual missions Alex,” declared his mentor. “This mission is not to be recorded in the mission archives. Your performance will determine your future in the organisation.”

The older man then picked up the folded up newspaper, pulled out a brown envelope from inside of the paper and held it out for Alex to take it.

“What is this? What are you playing at here old man?” questioned Alex, suspicion clearly hanging in his voice. “What’s with this under the table stuff? Is this something I’m going to regret later?”

“Higher orders, Alex. Higher. Orders,” stated the older man.

Alex visibly stiffened up at that.

“I am not supposed to know of the details yet so just take the orders and keep everyone out of the loop until commanded otherwise. What Axis doesn’t know won’t hurt us.”

Alex stared at his mentor for a moment before taking the envelope.

“Don’t open that here. My orders are to give that to you and that’s all,” declared the older man.

Alex looked over the envelope. He noted that it was an unmarked brown envelope was of a generic brand, sealed up with no sign of it having been tampered with.

“What is this really about?” asked Alex.

“Let’s just say a few things don’t quite fit into the scenario and how you do on this mission will decide how we will handle those things,” answered his mentor. “Can I count on you Alex?”

Before Alex could answer, the two of them heard a low moan coming from the doorway.

“Hmmph. That was sooner than I expected,” said Alex to himself. “Looks like I’ll have to take my leave now.”

Alex got up and made his way to the door. He stopped just at the doorway though and looked back at his mentor.

“Don’t worry old man. You can count on me for this one,” said the young man confidently before disappearing from his mentor’s sight.

The older man gave a small smile at that and took a sip from his tea which was now of a tolerable temperature.

The Phantom Genocide: Prologue

On July 19th at 1300 hours Greenwich Meridian Time, a mysterious incident struck the entire world without warning. This event lasted 42 minutes ending at 1342 hours Greenwich Meridian Time.

During this period of time, approximately two billion members of the human population from all over the world have died during this period. It is believed that almost all of these deaths were cases of manslaughter.

Video evidence acquired from numerous sources supports this hypothesis but no legal action has been taken due to a significant discrepancy between the evidence and potential witnesses.

Absolutely no one has any recollection of what occurred during these 42 minutes.

Evidence proves that all of these killings were intentional as the general level of awareness observed in video records indicate that the perpetrators were visibly conscious and in control of their actions at the time. In spite of this, the worldwide consensus is that no one was responsible for the deaths and that this event should be regarded as a yet to be explained phenomenon.

Investigations are actively being carried out to uncover the true nature of this incident, the Phantom Genocide.

Five Things to Write

I made this blog so that I could post up stories here and see how well I can write. If I'm lucky I might be able to sell some of the stories I write here to a publisher and make a little extra cash. In any case I do hope you guys enjoy the stories I write here. Feel free to tell me what you think of them. After I post them up of course. This post is just so that I can present the five possible stories I'll post up here. Please vote in the poll on the right so I know which type of story is to your tastes.

1) A Class of Disorder
Genre: Comedy, Mystery, Slice of Life, Action, Romance
A young teenage boy moves to one of the few artificial drifting islands to study there at a boarding school. Upon introducing himself to his new classmates he is asked, "So what kind of mental disorders do you have?". Stumped by this odd question he finds out that the class he's transferred into has a reputation for being made up of people that don't have a hold of all their marbles. The first thing on his mind after learning this is "You've got to be kidding me!". Watch as he tries to adapt to his new classmates and solve the problems that start popping up on the island soon after his arrival.

2) Interweb Intel
Genre: Comedy, Action, Slice of Life
A field agent working for a secret international peacekeeping organization is ordered to join the highly classified information control department. Once he is officially transferred to this department he sees just exactly why this department was almost treated as an urban legend among his former colleagues. This department codenamed "OTOM" uses methods so uncoventional, so ingenious and so ridiculously effective that he cannot help but question the reality before him. How could he not when Otom's objective is to take down a group of superhackers called "Anon" and that communication between agents are carried out using so called fansubbed videos that are popular through the internet. The fact that his first assignment is to infiltrate a group of college students doesn't help either.

3) Collective Wishes
Genre: Fantasy, Romance
A young loner is questioning his future and his ambitions. After contemplating just what exactly his future is like, he goes up to the rooftop of his apartment complex. Up there he looks down on the ground and considers the choices presented to him. Before he can come to a decision he is pulled away from the edge of the roof by a girl who begs to him not to jump. Before he can explain to her that she was misunderstanding him, she declares that she's going to stick with him 24/7.

4) End's Worth
Genre: Psychological, Sci-Fi
In the future the world is facing a problem as overpopulation in many countries have lead to a lack of resources causing a crisis in energy and economy. One day, a mysterious organization causes an incident that shakes the whole world where an entire region is completely decimated by an airborne fortress. After their show of power, the organization announces to the world that they have the solution to the energy problem and if they wanted it they would have to take part in a twisted game. The organization declares that using the world's Census System whichever country has the highest death count in the next 4 years would gain the semi-perpetual generator powering their superweapons. 3 years have passed since then. On the surface, nations of the world still refuse to take part in this game. However, behind the facade these countries have put on there are those who intend to win this game while maintaining their official stance on the matter. Because of this game, the world is enveloped in a cold war where the winner will no longer have a shortage of energy. With such a tempting prize on the line, just how far would people go for this solution?

5) Simple Horror
Genre: Mystery, Fantasy, Horror
A series of stories that may or may not be connected to each other. If they are connected then it'll probably be due to a common theme between the horrors. Basically I just want to see if the stuff I come up with is disturbing enough to be traumatic.

Those are the story ideas I came up with. Personally I'm in favor of Interweb Intel since I have a lot experience I can use for jokes in that one but Collective Wishes seems like a challenge since I've never written a romance story before. I'll probably write Simple Horror whenever I have those occasional scary thoughts and I have the plot and characters already planned out for A Class of Disorder and End's Worth. I'm not quite sure which ones will be the ones I'll stick with so I'm going to try writing the first chapters or prologues for each one and decide after that. Until then please look forward to my writing.