red carpet. As he quietly crossed the room, his attention was drawn to the large sunken Jacuzzi to the right side of the room.
The partially glazed roof and floor to ceiling windows hung over him. He glanced out at the smoking city before standing over the sunken hot tub and lowering his gun. A naked woman lay in the bath, her wrists gaped open, her long hair and the water was as red as the crimson carpet.
“Come in Seed Two,” Finn jumped, startled at the satellite communication phones speaker. House joined Finn looking over his shoulder.
“It’s not going to hold soldier,” House shook his head. “Target is dead, a shame and waste.”
“Roof extraction point, ac2 extraction and mission complete,” Finn gave a sigh.
“Ac2 extraction code word, over,” crackled a calm voice.
“Target dead, over,” confirmed Finn as he leaned over the familiar looking woman, casting a sorrowful glance at her wounds, the music seemed to get louder, “Holy shit House, it’s the Vice President, Crafton, Sue Crafton.”
The naked woman’s green eyes suddenly snapped open. She leaped up biting into Finns neck, grinding her teeth as blood pumped from Finns flapping skin.
Swiftly, House shot the naked woman. Hunched and holding his latest wound Finn looked up to House raising his hand in submission. Before Finn could speak, House shot, the bullet went straight though his hand, eye then lodged in his brain. The projectile force sent his long-time friend following the once Vice President splashing into the bloodied cold water.
“Damn you!” He spat at the dead woman, “you were the last hope.”
House could hear the dead breaking through the door; he retrieved the phone from Finns corpse and headed towards the black metal fire escape that lead to the roof. Another coded door stood in his way. House managed to kick it open and desperately he made his way onto the roof, the cool air hitting him. A helicopter hovered between the skyscrapers in the distance.
It was only House, the sky and the phone. House took in his surroundings. He yelled down the phone’s receiver. “NO TIME FOR CODE WORDS AND FUCKING ACRONYMS! Control, Hardy, Major!”
“Mi ssion failed code not recovered.”
House listened hard to the voice not sure if it was Hardy as it was muffled by the shuffling dead as they stumbled onto the roof.
“The extraction has been compromised,” stated the voice.
“Major, I know you’re listening, after all we've been through Major? Marshal, Frank?”
The phone was silent. The gathering remorseless-eating-machines grouped closer to House. House was out of bullets, out of time and out of luck. He looked up at the oncoming helicopter. House gripped the phone tightly. House knew, as Frank knew, seventy-seven was lost with her last breath.
“Frank, I know you can hear me. I hope you can still hear me. Are you on that chopper? I did this for my country. Just do me two things, don’t let Hardy report it happened like this and tell my wife I love her,” looked intently at the hovering helicopter.
The phone remained silent. House turned and launched the phone at foul smelling crowd as they surrounded him like pack of hungry dogs. One face stood out. A voluptuous, curly haired brunette, with perfect make-up; she looked almost alive, only the veins in her arms and legs gave her away.
The cool night sky was disrupted as the roof of the building burst into a wondrous explosive display that could be seen between the other buildings for miles around.
Under Frank’s instruction House, the dead and the top of the building were obliterated, destroyed by the rain of DAP helicopters arsenal, the very same one that had rescued him from deck of the Tarvos.
PART THREE: ALLIANCES
Jack wiped tears from his eyes having just left his best friend Tim for dead. They were the same age and had grown up together. After Tim postponed his wedding to Katie, Jack’s best-man role went on hold and as part-time soldiers
The partially glazed roof and floor to ceiling windows hung over him. He glanced out at the smoking city before standing over the sunken hot tub and lowering his gun. A naked woman lay in the bath, her wrists gaped open, her long hair and the water was as red as the crimson carpet.
“Come in Seed Two,” Finn jumped, startled at the satellite communication phones speaker. House joined Finn looking over his shoulder.
“It’s not going to hold soldier,” House shook his head. “Target is dead, a shame and waste.”
“Roof extraction point, ac2 extraction and mission complete,” Finn gave a sigh.
“Ac2 extraction code word, over,” crackled a calm voice.
“Target dead, over,” confirmed Finn as he leaned over the familiar looking woman, casting a sorrowful glance at her wounds, the music seemed to get louder, “Holy shit House, it’s the Vice President, Crafton, Sue Crafton.”
The naked woman’s green eyes suddenly snapped open. She leaped up biting into Finns neck, grinding her teeth as blood pumped from Finns flapping skin.
Swiftly, House shot the naked woman. Hunched and holding his latest wound Finn looked up to House raising his hand in submission. Before Finn could speak, House shot, the bullet went straight though his hand, eye then lodged in his brain. The projectile force sent his long-time friend following the once Vice President splashing into the bloodied cold water.
“Damn you!” He spat at the dead woman, “you were the last hope.”
House could hear the dead breaking through the door; he retrieved the phone from Finns corpse and headed towards the black metal fire escape that lead to the roof. Another coded door stood in his way. House managed to kick it open and desperately he made his way onto the roof, the cool air hitting him. A helicopter hovered between the skyscrapers in the distance.
It was only House, the sky and the phone. House took in his surroundings. He yelled down the phone’s receiver. “NO TIME FOR CODE WORDS AND FUCKING ACRONYMS! Control, Hardy, Major!”
“Mi ssion failed code not recovered.”
House listened hard to the voice not sure if it was Hardy as it was muffled by the shuffling dead as they stumbled onto the roof.
“The extraction has been compromised,” stated the voice.
“Major, I know you’re listening, after all we've been through Major? Marshal, Frank?”
The phone was silent. The gathering remorseless-eating-machines grouped closer to House. House was out of bullets, out of time and out of luck. He looked up at the oncoming helicopter. House gripped the phone tightly. House knew, as Frank knew, seventy-seven was lost with her last breath.
“Frank, I know you can hear me. I hope you can still hear me. Are you on that chopper? I did this for my country. Just do me two things, don’t let Hardy report it happened like this and tell my wife I love her,” looked intently at the hovering helicopter.
The phone remained silent. House turned and launched the phone at foul smelling crowd as they surrounded him like pack of hungry dogs. One face stood out. A voluptuous, curly haired brunette, with perfect make-up; she looked almost alive, only the veins in her arms and legs gave her away.
The cool night sky was disrupted as the roof of the building burst into a wondrous explosive display that could be seen between the other buildings for miles around.
Under Frank’s instruction House, the dead and the top of the building were obliterated, destroyed by the rain of DAP helicopters arsenal, the very same one that had rescued him from deck of the Tarvos.
PART THREE: ALLIANCES
Jack wiped tears from his eyes having just left his best friend Tim for dead. They were the same age and had grown up together. After Tim postponed his wedding to Katie, Jack’s best-man role went on hold and as part-time soldiers
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