Bermuda, Year 2030
A small black car sped across a small gravel road. Large plantations could be seen on either side of it. Gregory Fordain wiped the sweat off his face as the mid-day Sun beat down on him. He was wearing a red suit in the back, while there were two men wearing sunglasses and black suits in the front.
Of all the places, they’d have an informant, why here? What information could they possibly squeeze out of this backwater country? Don’t tell me Lord Ragnarok has a secret base here? Hah, how likely would that be?
Several minutes later, he looked out once more and saw a beach off in the distance. Ah, wouldn’t it be nice if we could hang around a little before going back? All I get are the negative aspects of coming to this place. Sigh.
The car veered off the road onto the beach and slowly stopped outside a small shack. Many tourists could be seen relaxing under the Sun and swimming in the ocean in the background. The trio stepped out and Gregory sighed once more at the lost opportunity.
He was about to knock when he noticed that the door was already open. “Come in,” a voice beckoned from within. They stepped inside and caught sight of a young man in his 30s hurriedly packing various documents and a grey box into a chrome briefcase.
“We’re from-” Gregory was about to say when the man interrupted.
“I know, you’re Gregory Fordain, right? I’ve been expecting you. We have no time to lose. They’ll be here any minute now,” he said as he grabbed the briefcase. Gregory’s carefree expression turned cold, as he and his subordinates quickly led the informant out of the shack.
Walking towards them from the distance were various people of different backgrounds walking towards with blank expressions on their faces as if their very souls were ripped out of their bodies. Rich. Poor. Young. Old. Casual. Formal. They numbered twenty in total.
Some of the beachgoers found the congregation unusual, but thought nothing of it after the first glance and went back to enjoying themselves. Gregory even caught sight of one person among the group who had glowing blue eyes. Ragnarok’s minions…! How did they find out so fast?!
The trio quickly backed away towards the car, not daring to turn around lest he be accosted by the horde. Gregory’s escorts pulled out a couple of pistols, and several members of the horde did the same. They positioned themselves so that the informant was behind them.
Of course, they’re all armed. Why wouldn’t they be? It was hard enough for us to get a couple of guns into the country with the help of our trusty 3D printer. How the hell did they manage to do it on such short notice?
Gregory reached towards a knife, while the enemies put their fingers on the triggers, and he sent it flying at a fat man staring at him. It completely missed, but this didn’t matter as he flicked his finger and an invisible force knocked it towards the man’s chest.
Just as the man was about to pull the trigger, the intense pain spread across his torso and he momentarily let go of the gun, dropping it on the ground. Just as he was about to pick it up, several bullets whizzed through the air in both directions.
One of the bullets was lodged in the leg of one of Gregory’s subordinates, while most of them scraped by the group barely missing. The enemies weren’t as lucky, and several clutched their legs in agony. Damn, we’ll have to use it after- Wait, what’s that…
The beachgoers finally realised what was going on and shot out of the beach. Several were on the phone to the police. The two groups were about to make their next move, when a large police van flew off the road at a high speed before screeching to a halt.
A dozen police officered poured out, heavily armed with semi-automatic weapons. A man with a moustache with several badges on his uniform shouted, “Drop your weapons!”
Oh great, now the local police has appeared. Good luck getting the akrons to drop their weapons, they’re like zombies who will do anything to complete their mission. I wouldn’t put it past them slaughtering the entire police force.
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The horde turned towards the newcomers, ready to open fire on the police officers. The officers noticing their commands were left unheeded moved into a defensive formation, when they heard groans coming from their colleagues.
Several police officers stared into the void, as if their very souls had been ripped out and the eyes of one slowly turned blue. They infiltrated the police? Just as the chaos was about to ensue, a small metal cylinder rolled around the feet of one of the officers releasing a vast amount of smoke.
Gregory’s group took the opportunity to dive in the car whose doors had automatically opened when they came close, keeping their heads low and slamming the doors shut.
“Take us to L.F. Airport!” Gregory screamed. The car’s navigation computer whirred in response, and sped away from the scene. Several gunshots could be heard as the smokescreen dispersed and the two groups descended into chaos.
What the hell was that about back there? How am I supposed to deal with an entire gang of akrons with only four people? What the hell were the higher-ups thinking when they send us on this ridiculous mission?!
As he was thinking that, a bullet smashed through the window on his left. He briefly raised his head to peek out and spotted several cars holding blue eyed akrons and drones in close pursuit. We still haven’t lost them. Don’t tell me they’re going to follow us to the airport?!
“We need to shake these guys off,” Gregory shouted as one of his subordinates took control of the car, swerving around the roads and making sharp turns. Several screams were heard from the pavement as several pedestrians jumped out of the way of the car.
“How many smoke grenades do we have left?” the informant asked.
“That was the last one. We travelled light to keep a low profile and stop them from noticing us. But apparently, that wasn’t enough,” Gregory said.
“Mm, that ‘thing’ is more important to the akrons than you could imagine,” the informant said.
“What is that ‘thing’?” Gregory asked.
“A Raestone. I don’t know how it works exactly, but I hear that the akrons need raestones to open the way to Lord Ragnarok’s Realm,” the informant explained. Lord Ragnarok’s Realm? Raestones? What? If we had real weapons and bullet-proof armour, these drones wouldn’t amount to anything. If it’s so important, then at-least equip us properly! Those damned higher-ups.
“Once the gate is open, the Red Eyed Army will descend and slaughter us all. Not only that, but we have a lunatic dealing with us. Clair.” the informant nervously laughed, as the car swerved around violently, and Gregory had a look of despair on his face as the words sunk in.
Of all the base commanders, why did it have to be her? Even Glenwood would be an angel compared to her, the worst he’ll do is separate my head from my body, not sadistically torture me for the next six months.
Gregory suddenly jerked up in his seat ready to shoot any enemies. What am I crouching for? If she catches me, I’m doomed for a fate worse than death anyway, I might as-well take my chances with the akrons.
As if responding to his resolve, several bullets rained down on him, and by some stroke of luck, all of them missed. A blue car with a faded paintjob came up next to theirs with several blue eyed akrons staring him down.
Gregory fired back in response, occasionally raising his head to see what’s going on, and most of his shots missed. Weird, there only seem to be blue eyed akrons. If so many of them are moving out, there must be an Akron Commander somewhere. Wait, what on earth… I-It couldn’t be…
The sounds of a helicopter’s blades spinning could be faintly heard in the distance, as Gregory turned back to see a helicopter following them. What he couldn’t see due to the distance was the figure of a red-haired man with two golden eyes barking orders into a radio.
“Clair’s absolutely useless. If we had a couple of missile launchers, we’d easily be able to take care of a little car, instead of using this 3D printed crap,” the red-haired man muttered.
The car rumbled violently as it went over pothole after pothole at a speed clearly exceeding the legal limit, despite this no police officers came near them, and just turned back with frustrated looks on their faces.
The car suddenly swerved into a corner with several tall buildings blocking the sight of the helicopter, the Akrons followed closely in pursuit. The blue car which was previously next to theirs had fallen behind, and an Akron leaned out the window to fire at them.
Gregory jerked forward as the rear window exploded into little fragments, before turning around and returning fire on the oncoming vehicle. One of the bullets struck a tire and Gregory’s car made another sudden turn into another road.
The pursuing vehicle tried to follow, but the punctured tire slowed them down gaining extra distance for Gregory’s car. Gregory’s car made a sudden turn once more, and then another, and then another before losing the Akrons entirely. He sighed in relief at the lack of pursuers. They’re gone for now… The sooner we get out of this country, the better.
“We seem to have lost them for now, but just to make sure, we should take a long-complicated route to the airport. I wouldn’t put it past them pretending they’ve lost us, only for us to fall into a trap,” Gregory said and the others nodded in agreement.