The Citizen Connection (Chapter 4)

The Citizen Connection

Chapter 4 : Decoy Attack


    "Freeze!"

      Ben stood still. He wasn't risking being shot at. His body was turned at angle in such a way that he couldn't see the person that shouted at him. Sweat began to form on Ben's forehead.


    "Wait-, Kevin ?"


    Ben immediately recognized that name. It was his other name. He is a man of many names and he is also known as Kevin Travenstein. Kevin turned his head. It was his old friend Armedius. 


    "Armedius! What's going on? What's with the attack?" Kevin asked.
    "The rebels are launching a decoy attack!" answered Armedius.
    "Decoy attack? You mean this was all just a distraction?"
    "Yes, the main attack is at the Quartan Administration Office.,"


    Kevin knew what the Quartan Administration Office was. The Quartan Administration Office, or shortened as QuAd Office, is one of the Business District's main administration center. Lots of laws were made there. It also serves as a secret weapon building facility. That ensured that the QuAd Office was well equipped with big guns. Many attacks were launched before this, but all failed. Many lives lost.


    "So, what's the plan this time? H-how are the rebels going to take over the QuAd?" asked Kevin, slightly confused.
    "Simple. I'd tell you but we have to escape now!"

    Armedius tossed a Submachine gun to Kevin. It was an MK 59. Light but with a fast firing rate. Easy to smuggle around. Kevin smiled and reloaded the weapon.

   The two men quickly in search of an escape. It didn't help that the entire facility was a maze. Gunshots could be heard close by. Screams of men alike. Blood spillage everywhere. The rebels were putting up quite a fight.


    Finally, they reached an exit. Good thing it wasn't blocked. They took off quickly. Parked close by was an APC. They hopped in. 


    "What now?" asked Kevin.
    "What? We head to the QuAd Office," answered Armedius.
    "I'll man the guns," said Armedius.


    Armedius. You'll never change. Always looking for the best weapon smiled Kevin. It was time for them to take off. Armedius utilised the Heavy Blaster Cannons. He shot at any visible Citizen Guardians. The CGs were calling in reinfocements. The plan is working. In a moment, another attack will be launched. This time, the QuAd. 


    Helicopters were rushing in the scene. More CGs were being propelled into the battlefield. Some helicopters were equipped with mines. The helis proceeded to drop the load. Explosions occured everywhere. The rebels have to keep on fighting or else the plan will fail.

   Kevin drove the APC avoiding any mines. Some brave CGs even propelled onto the APC itself. Armedius made quick haste to them.
  
   "Kevin, be careful!" shoueted Armedius.
   "Relax, how many times have I done this?" assured Kevin.
   "Hmm, many," laughed Armedius.


    They were headed to their target. Nothing can stop them. Soon, the corrupt government can be brought down.


To Be Continued
      

    

The Citizen Connection (Chapter 3)

The Citizen Connection

Chapter 3 : Terror Interrogation


   "Ben Ryder?" continued the Interrogator.
    Ben kept quiet.
    "Playing tough?"
    The Interrogator immediately slammed Ben's head into the steel table. Blood gushed out. Pain seized Ben's mind. 
     "Tell me you useless pile of organs!" shouted the Interrogator.
     "What are you and your rebel friends planning?"
     Ben cursed under his breath.
     "Don't mess with me! Nobody survives when they mess with me," said the Interrogator. He took Ben's left hand and broke a finger. 
      Ben was near his breaking point. But he still said nothing.
      "Say your prayers buddy," muttered the Interrogator. He took out something from his back pocket. It was a laser cutter. Ben stared at it blankly.
      "You know what this is?" The Interrogator turned the device on.
      "It's a laser cutter.Able to slice through flesh and bone," A grim smile formed on his face. Sweat formed on Ben's face. He wasn't sure which part of his body was going to be sliced off. Possibly everything.
      
      Suddenly a rap was heard on the door. It sounded urgent. A Citizen Guardian swooped in quickly.
      "Sir, there's been a breach!"
      "What?"
      "Section Z-17! Rebel troops are pouring in!"
      The Interrogator was hesitant to leave his victim but he did it anyway. He had some killing to do. The Guardian followed suit.


       Ben sighed in relief. Now he can plan his escape. His hands were cuffed and he needed to escape. Rebels are battling Citizen Guardians. The perfect time to disappear. His hands were cuffed with a Level 2 cuff. Normally, he should be handcuffed with a Level 1 cuff. The CGs must've guessed that he was a rebel. It's a good thing he was trained for situations like this. In a split second the cuffs were off. Time to run.


     The Interrogator left his laser cutter on the table. Ben pocketed it and left the room. The building was essentially a huge maze. It kept people in and unwanted attention out. Ben looked left and right for any signs of guards. None were seen. All the Citizen Guards were too busy dealing with the threat. Ben rushed into anywhere that seemed like an exit. But anywhere he turned more rooms seemed to be in sight.


     Just as Ben reached another room that seemed like an exit. He saw somebody.
     "Freeze!"
     

The Citizen Connection (Chapter 2)

The Citizen Connection

Chapter 2 : False Trial


     The man was leaning against the 10 foot wall. Six enforcers or better known as Citizen Guardians were ready to pounce on their prey. They each carried a standard issue government certified electrical taser. These small gun-shaped would disrupt voluntary control of muscles or in plain words cause you to be in pain and unable to move. But they were also equipped with a handgun if things get out of control. The man had no choice. If he was arrested, he would be tortured for information. It would be too risky to use his handgun. One shot from him and the whole neighborhood of enforcers would be over him.

    All six Citizen Guardians shot their tasers and 300,000 volts of electricity surged into his body. The man immediately fell to the ground. He entire body shook wildly as if he had a seizure. He couldn't feel any of his muscles. The pain was unbearable. After what seemed like an eternity to him, the pain stopped. The officers then handcuffed him and proceeded to escort him to the nearest Citizen Detainment Center. He knew he was not going to have a fun time there.

   The Citizen Detainment Center was where all criminal or suspected criminals were held. They would be interrogated or jailed there. Rumour has it that many of those held in the center were tortured or even worse ; killed. Of course there were policies and rules for all enforcers to follow but the rules were largely ignored. Even high ranking officers would beat up detainees. The entire building was only 2 stories high. It had many rooms with high security. It wasn't a prison but it sure acted like one.

   Upon arrival, the man was interrogated. Everything he was carrying was confiscated for evidence. But he wasn't going to give one bit of information to the guardians. He was willing to die if it meant that the rebels' secrets were safe. He had taken an oath not to reveal any secrets unless told to do so.

   He was held in a small and gloomy room. The room wasn't well lit. He was still cuffed but he sat on a chair. In front of him was a steel table. He could make out several blood stains on the table. The discovery gave him a slight chill.

    Suddenly, the room's door creaked open. It was the interrogator. The interrogator wasn't just any other Citizen Guardian. Interrogators had to pas tests to be one. They were trained to get information at all costs. They were trained not to have any feelings for their captives. The interrogator took out a wallet. It was the man's. The interrogator continued to open the wallet and flicked out an ID. Obviously fake.

   "So, Mr Ryder. Having a great time?"

The Citizen Connection (Chapter 1)

The Citizen Connection

Chapter 1 : Meeting

   He was standing on the pavement. His eyes scanned everywhere for his target. It was a busy day like any other day. People rushing here and there trying to get from one point to another. The shops that were open were buzzing with activity. It certainly was a normal day for the Business District. While everyone was in a hurry, he was not. He just stood on the pavement beside a lamp post. He kept looking at his wrist watch. Time seemed to move very quickly. "Where is he?" thought the man. He took another look at his timepiece in hopes that time would slow down. It didn't. Any second now and he might get some very nasty questions from local law enforcers. It didn't help that a handgun was tucked in his trouser pocket. Nowadays, it isn't safe to go roam around without some weapon for protection. His personal favourite was the handgun. Small, easy to conceal and reliable. He had gotten out of some very dangerous situations thanks to it. Sure, sometimes when you need it the most it runs out of ammo but for most of the time it was ready for combat. He was wearing a hat and a grey suit. Typical businessman clothing. His shoes were in need of mending but he wore them anyway. Two pens were tucked into his front pocket. A blue one on the left and and a red one on the right. Although the arrangement seemed innocent enough, it's actually a cleverly code. Blue-Red indicated that the person was meeting somebody. The code and many more like it were being used all over the country by people like him. Citizens with normal lives during the day and secret lives at night. He was waiting for another man just like him who may be of very good use to the rebels.

   But still, a code like that has it's flaws. The government has been cracking down on operations and had cracked the pen code. That's way many of them switched to more complex code systems. The pen code had to be changed every week to avoid any further raid on their operations. He loved the simplicity of the pen code and chose it to signal his meeting. Once again, he peeked and his watch. 20 minutes had passed since the agreed meeting time. Another 10 minutes and the meeting would be cancelled. All of a sudden, a pat came on his shoulder. He turned around to expect his target but instead, stood an enforcer. Many nicknames were given to the governments law enforcers or better known as "Citizen Guardian" to the government. Some nicknames include "CGs", "Eyes", "Enforcers" and the lesser known "Sticks".

   "What is your business here?" questioned the enforcer."Nothing, just getting some fresh air," the man replied. But the enforcer wasn't satisfied with his answer.
   "I'm going to have to search you sir," continued the officer.
    "There's no need to,"
    "Why not?"
    "Because, I'm not breaching any law!"
    "We'll see,"

   The enforcer proceeded to search the man for anything that may be banned by the government. Firearms were one of them. The enforcer suddenly felt something hard in the citizen's pocket. It was the handgun. Trying to resist arrest, the citizen punched the enforcer's face and ran. The enforcer came chasing after while calling for backup on his radio. "Anywhere but here," thought the man as he ran for dear life. He pushed his way through the busy street knocking off innocent passer byes. He jumped over some boxes that were laying around and were blocking his path. He noticed an alley and bolted towards it. All the while, more CGs were on his tail. The man made it into the alleyway but it was a dead end. There wasn't any other exits to make other than the way he came through. But the exit was blocked by half a dozen law enforcers ready to arrest him or worse, become the judge and jury of his very life.