The Patriots - Original Writing
"It's me did you upload the disc?"
"Yeah it had all their info on there. Names and where to find them."
"Good, then lets go and take care of them."
"â€¦They're all dead"
"Errâ€¦ about one hundred years ago."
Jack awoke to the sharp sounds of his alarm. The blur in his vision
eventually cleared to the sight of his extremely small room that
consisted of a basic desk, TV, bed and one window, which had no
curtain. It was always dark in his room and looked more like a prison
cell than a bedroom.
Jack's heart seemed to be racing more than usual. He tended to have
dreams, nightmares of something he had experienced before. Pieces of
his childhood he couldn't fit together. He could still taste the
gunpowder which Colonels, Lieutenants, human beings put in his food.
He reached over to his TV across his room and switched it on. After a
while a clearer picture appeared on the screen. He then quickly
switched the television off. He stopped believing in television and
figured he has a bigger problem to face.
He left his room and walked along the narrow hallway. The small table
on his left opened up and a screen appeared with the words 'FOX HOUND'
engraved on the monitor. It said,
Password: Got a match?
He left the building, sat on the bench just outside it and looked up
at the sky. Looking at him wouldn't make you think he was a secret
agent trained for operations like the one he was going to face.
Jack was a tall peachy coloured man with long blonde hair. He had blue
eyes and a broad chest. Some thought he was a girl but never had the
guts to say it to his face.
A black car suddenly pulled up in front of him. Jack got up and
approached the drivers' window. The window slowly pulled down and Jack
could see the drivers brown shark like eyes.
"Got a match?" Jack asked
The door at the back opened up and Jack got in. Inside the car was
pitch black. Jack couldn't see the driver or his own hand in front of
his face. Jack wasn't at all worried, as he had done this a million
The car finally came to a sudden halt. The car door opened. He stepped
out and found himself on the shore.
"You need to get changed quickly. The chopper is waiting for you," the
driver said from his seat.
"I already have" Jack said walking towards the helicopter.
Jack had changed from his jeans and white top, which clearly showed
his huge chest muscles to his infiltration clothing. It was black all
over wit lighter shades showing his skeleton structure. Delectate
organs were heavily protected and looked extremely tight which helped
him move very quick.
Inside the helicopter looked like the car without the complete
darkness. On his right was a telephone...