I jogged crouched down towards the warehouse, my senses on sharp alert and clutching my sword and shield like my life depended on it. The spine-tingling thought was that it did. To my left, a column of black smoke was rising like a demon waking up from the jaws of hell. To my right, the relentless hailstones of arrows thrusting through the night sky whilst the ruthlessness of our predators acted as the perfect diversion for me to infiltrate the warehouse.
I was about thirty feet away from the warehouse when a thought rushed to my mind. I realised that I had to act like I was meant to be here. I straightened my posture. Took a deep breath. I strode towards the solitary door confidently. I checked my watch. Five minutes left till the warriors returned to their position.
I glanced l
The deafening explosion floored the Obsidian warriors, as the walls on the right hand side of the warehouse completely collapsed, leaving a mixture of big and small crumbles of concrete on the ground. The stifling midnight air rushed in, whilst dust particles and smoke flew about in a frenzy.“WHAT IS GOING ON?” Drago screamed, in disbelief that his plan was falling apart.Amidst the tornado of dust, concrete and warriors toppling over, Señor Ramirez, Zak and our three predators emerged. The warriors from where I was positioned sprinted towards them. I had the element of surprise, so I sprinted along and just as they were about to attack my saviours, I turned around and slashed my sword at their shoulder, injuring them but not killing them. The ba
I froze.The President of Obsidian strolled into the warehouse confidently, wearing a cunning smirk on his evil face. He was still dressed smartly in his suit and had no weapon on him. Strange considering we had just wiped out his whole army.He walked over his dead warriors, giving each of them a look of hatred. He stopped on the other side of the glass box, facing us. The fire in his eyes intensified as he glared at us. Our three predators got ready to pounce on him, but Señor Ramirez put his hand up, a gesture ordering them to hold back. For now.“So, Gerard Ramirez, it’s been a long time. How long has it been?”&l
“This is it,” Drago said proudly, with his arms outstretched. The familiar whirring sound of a helicopter emerged from outside, growing by the second. A rush of gusty wind poured into the opening of the warehouse that had been blasted open by Señor Ramirez. The powerful wind caused a deadly tornado, a mixture of dust, concrete, the stench of the litter of dead Obsidian warriors and the shards of glass teasing and intimidating us as the seven of us were stranded in the centre of the warehouse.Drago roared over the deafening raucous. “I’ve succeeded. Operation Golden Blaze will go down in history as the greatest revolution to ever grace this earth! Mark my words.”Our three preda
We stood back to back, assessing our one and only option. Battle. Two of the warriors fired their arrows. I instinctively ducked, as did Zak and Señor Ramirez. Rachel screamed and dropped to the floor. I looked over to her and I was zapped of my senses. Everything was in slow motion. I could not hear the clinking and swooshing of Señor Ramirez’s and the warrior’s swords right next to me, nor could I see our predators fiercely pouncing on our enemy. A pool of blood formed next to Rachel as she gazed distantly into the ceiling, with the arrow protruding from her stomach. I rushed over to her and bent down beside her, ignoring the possibility of also getting hit.
“Rachel!” He shook her body desperately. “NO!”Zak put his hands to his face and cried intensely. A wave of sadness came over me as I went over and kneeled down beside her. Señor Ramirez walked over to us and stooped down next to me. He shook his head and sighed in pity. The three predators came over and hung their heads in despair. An air of mournful silence hung in the warehouse amidst the vast scatter of dead and unconscious Obsidian warriors sprawled on the floor.Señor Ramirez ripped the bottom half of Rachel’s trouser leg and used it to cover her face.“Should…we bury…her?” I asked sadly.“That will take too much of
Just as my muscles were burning and my lungs were screaming for breath, the predators ground to a halt.Right in the middle of the island. No sign of a laboratory or anything that resembled one. Thick green bushes were dotted around us and soaring canopy trees quietly observed our every move from up above. To the right of us, in the distance, were the treacherous mountains and to the left of us, the severely damaged warehouse. Where exactly was the laboratory?“This is it,” Señor Ramirez said. Zak and I stared at him.“Are you two still shocked, despite all that we’ve been through? You’ve forgotten how a
The President of Obsidian stood by the opening that Señor Ramirez had created with his fire blaster. He dangled the Golden Leaf and smirked. The predators snarled. Señor Ramirez charged right at Drago, with Zak and I racing behind him. Drago stayed put, not even twitching a muscle. Why was he not responding to the petrifying sight of a furious Señor Ramirez sprinting right at him? Señor Ramirez dived at Drago. Still, Drago didn’t react. I realised why as I saw Señor Ramirez horribly crash against an invisible, transparent wall and drop to the ground with a loud thump.
We split up and desperately searched for any opening from this deadly trap. Señor Ramirez used his muscular shoulders and barged against the invisible wall, yet it remained firm. I darted to the back of the laboratory, frantically pushing over chairs and stampeding on some of the equipment that was lying on the ground. A vast array of tree trunks from the towering canopy trees were in sight and I almost fell into the trap of charging straight into the invisible glass, as the sight of our escape became more and more tempting with every second that mercilessly ticked by. I nudged the butt of my sword against the rigid invisible wall. Nothing. Zak was in the opposite corner and used his iron sleeve to swing a punch at the barrier that stood firmly between our life and death. His wrist slammed against the wall and he yelped in a mixture of pain and rage as the wall remained persistent in its duty to prevent us from escaping. Our thre
“This is Sir Cornelius Slater. He is a wealthy English businessman. In fact, he is the richest man in the UK, with a net worth of £450 billion. He has now integrated himself in the world of English politics and is the leader of the new Action Party. He is running for Prime Minister of the UK in the upcoming elections,” Malcolm informed, pointing at the close-up photograph of a man in his early fifties, with a few strands of white in his otherwise dark brown hair. The CIA employees around me were typing rapidly on their laptops and scribbling notes on their notepads. I certainly felt out of place here, as I simply could do nothing but look ahead at the large screen ahead of me and wait for Malcolm to continue. Senor Ramirez, who was standing next to Malcolm, whispered something in his ear. Malcolm frowned and nodded.
I was greeted with an abundance of blinding white light as a wave of cool, refreshing air slapped me in the face. I found myself in a narrow corridor that led to another door, which was twenty feet further ahead. Apart from the stream of white light shining from the in-built ceiling lights, everything else in the corridor was sparkling black, from the tiled flooring, to the two walls either side of me. Senor Ramirez stood by the door, gesturing me to hurry along. He seemed unable to contain his excitement, which was strange considering his usual stern and serious demeanour. “I just want to say a few things before we open this door, Marco,” Senor Ramirez said, breaking the eerie silence of the corridor as we stood in front of the mysterious door. “I know this might be all too much for you. After all, it was literally a
“Marco! We’ve arrived now,” I heard Senor Ramirez.I had drifted off to sleep, which was an inevitability in the scorching sunshine and the luxury of the Mercedes. I slowly opened my eyes, eager to see where we’d arrived. I looked through the tinted windows and was truly stunned at where the Covert Operations division of the CIA was located.“Thank you,” Senor Ramirez said to the driver. “Your car is a gem!”“Thanks mate! Indeed it is,” the driver replied, patting the steering wheel in admiration.
“Well?” I demanded, as Senor Ramirez helped himself to another cup of tea and sat down on the sofa.“Relax. Everything I said was a lie. Malcolm Sanchez told me to make something up so that you could enrol in the CIA. I’m proud that you agreed to join the CIA, but as you know, we cannot tell your parents or anyone about this. So, your parents and everyone at school will think that you’re off to a school in Singapore when actually you will still be in the United States!” Senor Ramirez chuckled.“You think this is funny? Is this some sort of game?” I asked incredulously. Senor Ramirez’s expressi
09:33.I had overslept once again. I groaned, as I uncurled myself and sat up on my bed. I winced in pain, as my ankle was still sore. My head felt heavy and a wave of thirst came over me. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stood up. Limping off to the bathroom, I splashed three handfuls of ice cold water on my face, instantly waking me up. I looked myself in the mirror. Dark circles surrounded my eyes, as the events that had unfolded just a few days ago played itself out in my mind, like a ghost that remained persistent in its pursuit to haunt me. First, Zak and the tiger. The staircase that had appeared literally out of nowhere. Adrian’s betrayal. Obsidian’s headquarters. The dungeon. The warehouse. The laboratory. The bomb explosion. The helicopter chase.
I frowned at Señor Ramirez. Señor Ramirez turned round and stood up. A well-dressed man, probably in his fifties, strolled in and shook Señor Ramirez’s hand.“Welcome, Mr Sanchez,” Señor Ramirez said.“Thank you, Gerard,” his voice was deep and possessed an air of power and authority. “Marco, I am stunned by your abilities.”I nodded in thanks and looked at Señor Ramirez. He read my confused look.“Marco, this is Malcolm Sanchez, the Head of Covert Operations in the CIA.
Using his grip on my ankle as a pivot, I swivelled round and kicked him in the head with my left leg. I dropped on the warm sand, whilst Drago was sent flying back into the ocean with a loud crash. That bought me time. As he slowly recovered, I picked myself up and stumbled across the beach as far as I could. I fell to the floor, breathing heavily as another relentless wave of blackout dawned over me. I had to regain my composure. It wasn’t over. Yet.Drago slowly got to his feet, the blow to his head taking an evident toll on his body. He staggered through the shallow water and also dropped on the sand, panting desperately. The Golden Lea
CRASH! The helicopter plummeted headfirst into the ocean. I flew across the helicopter’s interior and my forehead collided with the backseat, as blood began to gush out from the bruise and mix with the water. Like a contagious virus spreading rapidly, the salty ocean water filled up the sinking helicopter. Tiny fish scuttled in, eager to discover their new surroundings. Holding my breath as hard as I could, I swam back across to Drago, whilst a growing feeling of nausea swept around my body. An unconscious heap of devilish flesh, I hastily dug my hand in Drago’s inside pocket and felt the crispness and smoothness of the Golden Leaf. I pulled it out. But it remained firmly put. I cursed to myself in frustration.
My fingers narrowly caught Drago’s helicopter skids, as just below me our helicopter exploded. A cloud of fire and smoke roared ferociously, as metal pieces were sent flying in random directions. The rotor blades dissembled and flailed about in mid-air, before crashing into the ocean. The metal body of the helicopter also plummeted into the ocean, creating an enormous splash that weakened my grip on the skid. My shoulders and arms struggled to keep hold of the skid, the sweat on the palm of my hands posing as a serious death threat. With all my remaining strength, I pulled myself up so that my armpits were resting on the skid. Perfect timing. I’d escaped from the clutches of death once again, and was now directly underneath Drago’s helicopter, flying away, with him completely immune to my presence.