My fan fiction is here. 'Cept its not fan fiction per say, merely fiction. But I hope you enjoy it. This is the first three chapters of Book 1: Of Lies and Spies. The series is called The Trust Chronicles. Enjoy!
The Trust Chronicles
Book 1: Of Lies and Spies
Prologue
It was dark. All was still. I was waiting silently for them. It was then that the ninjas attacked. I fought them off best I could but it was for naught. I was captured, helpless. I was putty in their hands. “Prepare to die,” one said. It was over. All those people I failed. All those innocent lives lost in this one murder. All was los-
“Stop.”
I couldn’t believe my luck. For an instant I was free.
“I want him alive.”
A cold dread washed over me. So this was Marshall; the tormentor of despots, the killer of killers. Why would he be working with the ninjas? It didn’t matter; they would get the information or kill me eventually. Both options would mean doom for the world. The EAS had lost.
Part 1: Antarctica
Chapter 1: Socialism
The Eastern Alliance Socialists were not a large or well known group. They were not elite, nor were they novices. They were just a group help keep the minds of the American people open. Or at least that’s what they told every one. They were actually an underground subversion group. They were there to make America fall. They were the end. They were the problem with the American Democracy. Or at least that’s what the President and Congress maintained. And they were probably right. But thanks to carefully placed propaganda, people thought otherwise. In reality the group was neither of these things. They were the protectors of the world. They held secrets that no one knew. They had done things considered reprehensible in almost every country on earth. But that didn’t matter in Antarctica. This was where they were based, where nobody cared.
Deep within the land mass lay a twisting labyrinth of tunnels. These tunnels were made of carbon steel coated on the outside with Boron. If anybody decided to just detonate a nuclear weapon on Antarctica and be rid of them forever, they were sadly mistaken. This fortress was impenetrable to every force known to man. Except for one: subterfuge. And thus, ever since the beginning the New United Nations has been trying to infiltrate the EAS. And now we must turn our attentions to one of those attempts in progress.
“There has got to be a better way to do this,” said the worthless pawn, whose name happened to be John Rivers. But no one cared about that. His was only the latest in a series of unsuccessful attempts to figure out what was going on. The EAS hadn’t been active during the last few months, and the NUN figure that they were planning something big. They were right. So as he hurried down the hall, he tried to figure out how he was going to get out of this situation. His instincts told him the EAS were on to him; hence why he was called down to Briefing Room # 12 late that afternoon. He arrived at his destination and cautiously opened the door after a soft knock. He had expected a squadron of Imperial Raiders, what he found was quite different. Mr. Burns, his associate Mr. Lincoln, and one guard were waiting for him in the room. Burns was a tan,burly man, who looked slightly Italian. If there was an accent in his voice, it was not recognizable. “Please sit down Mr. Rivers,” he said rather pleasantly. Too pleasantly for John. He immediately tensed. Was this some kind of trap? If so, he had walked straight into it. These guys were good, no doubt about it.
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Burns?”
“Yes. Let’s get straight to the point. We know you are a spy.”
John felt the urge to rise, but Burns stopped him.
“Wait, hear me out. As you know, we have captured all your governments other worthless attempts at spying; what makes them think that you will be different?” he rose. “They didn’t think. They just want to keep us on our toes. This is a game of silence. They are waiting for us to do something. The truth is, we have been doing things, they just don’t know about it.”
“What kind of things?” John asked, skeptically.
“We have been trying to rid the world of the Inequtus.” John frowned. “By your expression I can tell you have never heard of them. They are undermining all the world’s governments. They have agents everywhere. The only place we are free of them is here. We have reason to believe your government is totally controlled by them. We have almost everything we need to rid the world of them. We only have one thing left to acquire.”
“And what would that be?” Asked John, with a note of sarcasm audible in his voice.
“You,” said Burns, simply.
Chapter 2: Subterfuge
“What?” exclaimed John, incredulously. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“I wish I were, Mr. Rivers, I wish I were.”
“Why do you need me?”
“Simple, no one suspects you. You are a novice. They would not expect you to do anything to hurt them. You are the perfect spy.”
“If I’m a novice then why trust me?”
“Because we see something in you, something different, a spark, if you will. You are different, destined to save the world perhaps.”
“How do I know this threat is real?”
“Wait a week. They are planning a coup then. A country will fall. There will be abrupt changes in policy. You will see. Come back next week with your decision. You may leave.”
John abruptly got up, gathered his things, and left the room. He returned to his room and stayed deep in thought for many hours. Then, the day came almost as quickly as he had left the Briefing Room. He turned on the television and there it was, plain as day on CNN: Russian Prime Minister Boris Checov resigns; handpicks replacement.
So it had happened. Checov would never resign, he was too power crazy. It was time. He strode down to Burns’ office.
“Ah! Rivers! I take it you heard the news?”
“Yes. I’ve decided to work for you. American Democracy cannot be jeopardized.”
“Very good, I have your assignment here.” He handed John some papers. “You will start on that first thing tomorrow. Good day.”
As John slowly retreated from the room, he wondered. Is this the right thing to do? Yes, it must be. America is the greatest country on earth. It is worth being considered a traitor to preserve that.
Part 2: Paris
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Chapter 3: The Tarmac Encounter
John boarded the plane that waited on the underground tarmac the next morning. The plane started up and the tarmac was quickly raised. By the time it reached the surface the plane was already in the air. The plane was under the guise of a private airliner from America, bound for Paris. Why didn’t the CIA know about this? Had Marshall censored the information? John cleared his mind. He had to focus on the mission. His thoughts drifted towards that subject as the Eiffel Spire loomed over the horizon. Once the Eiffel Tower, the militarization of France had caused dictator Antonio DeChouvelin to order the tower be converted into a show of power. The newly renamed “Spire” was armed with anti-aircraft batteries, automated machine gun turrets, and specially trained snipers. Anything, man, tank , or aircraft within a one mile radius could be destroyed in about 5 seconds. As the tower grew bigger on the horizon, the pilot announced that they would be landing. John steeled himself for the task at hand.
As he stepped off the plane a man in a tight business suit strode out to meet him. ”Hello, Mr. Rivers, welcome to the country we call France. I’ve been sent out to welcome you to the country. As the American liaison to France, I’m sure I will be able to guide you through your stay here.”
Rivers nodded apologetically, “Thank you for your kind offer sir, but I am quite capable of guiding myself through the city.”
“But sir-” The liaison turned the color of a white sheet.
“It will be quite alright. I shall tke the blame from your superiors.” God- he was even starting to act like a conniving EAS agent now. He made a mental note to correct the personality flaw later.
“Very well, this way.” The man did not look particularly reassured, but moved toward the terminal none the less. As the great philosophers say; “Onward and upward.”
If you read to the end, thank you. *bows* The next chapter is Chapter 4:The Spire unleashed. I should have that, along with at least chapter 5 if not 6.
