Post by WikiWhippleChevron on Nov 17, 2015 5:59:39 GMT
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Christmas in an Alleyway
Landon flipped his butterfly knife. He was meeting with a client today, in about 2 minutes. He propped himself on the box he was selling, full of illegal stocking stuffers, and other goodies of mass destruction. He pulled out his wooden spike necklace, a symbol of Eden’s Martyr. He held the wedge in his palm and studied once again the splinters lining the edge of the charm. He kissed it then slipped it back into his shirt. He was in Maceden, the charm could get him arrested, or even killed. He hid the chain under his collar, and checked his watch, any second now.
The van pulled into the alleyway not a moment too late. It screeched to a halt, and two armed men jumped out either side. They raised their clearly illegal firearms to his eye level. There was a brief moment of silence, where any normal person would have feared for their life, but Landon just flipped his knife, accidentally clipping his finger. He let out a grunt, which caused one of the men to raise their weapon a little higher.
Then a man stepped out of the side door of the van. He was wearing a fine suit, and clearly had his Spike on the outside of his outfit.
“That’s a bold statement, keeping it outside” Landon warned.
The man said nothing, bringing a briefcase from just inside the back of the van. He threw it to Landon. Landon caught it with one hand, and it swung back, coming to a stop as it swung back to his hip. He opened the case as he brought it up to his chest, counting the money in a fraction of a second, as many shady deals had taught him to do. As soon as he had opened it it was already closed at his side. He brought his free hand up and patted the metal box to his left. Landon saw a frown spread across the buyers face.
“Look man, I can’t get much, what do you expect? You’re an Edenian terrorist, not many people will sell to you, no matter what you pay. You’re lucky you got me. This is more than enough for an attack, I assure you, you are getting what you are paying for.”
Another man stepped out of the van. This one was small, but wore a beard and had a mess of hair. He looked like a castaway that just found his way out of Lindu. He stroked his beard, and stared Landon in the face. It took Landon a second, but he recognized this guy. This was Whipple. The organizer of the 3 most devastating terrorist attacks against Maceden.
“I’m sure Landon here is telling the truth, bring me the box.”
Landon was about to ask how Whipple knew his name, but the two men grabbed the box, and brought it back before Landon even noticed they had moved. This, Landon decided, was not an ordinary deal. Whipple took a glance in the box.
“Well, it looks like Landon is doing a service for his people. Thank you”
BANG
A sniper shot tore through Whipple’s shoulder. The two armed men were already firing on their assailants. Whipple grabbed his shoulder, and a small light emitted from his wound.
“Landon, get in the van, you three, let’s get out of here!”
And no sooner did they get in the van, then Landon heard a slow rumble, like thunder. It had a metallic grinding echoing alongside it. The van hadn’t even closed it’s doors, when it skidded back. Two more men were sitting in the back with large rifles. The van lurched into the street, closing the doors. The only two windows in the back revealed a speeding streetline, and when they turned on to the main road, Landon wished he hadn’t guessed what the rumble came from. A full sized tank was right down main street.
AUTHOR NOTES: No, Whipple is not based on me.
This is the first chapter, I may add more
Christmas in an Alleyway
Landon flipped his butterfly knife. He was meeting with a client today, in about 2 minutes. He propped himself on the box he was selling, full of illegal stocking stuffers, and other goodies of mass destruction. He pulled out his wooden spike necklace, a symbol of Eden’s Martyr. He held the wedge in his palm and studied once again the splinters lining the edge of the charm. He kissed it then slipped it back into his shirt. He was in Maceden, the charm could get him arrested, or even killed. He hid the chain under his collar, and checked his watch, any second now.
The van pulled into the alleyway not a moment too late. It screeched to a halt, and two armed men jumped out either side. They raised their clearly illegal firearms to his eye level. There was a brief moment of silence, where any normal person would have feared for their life, but Landon just flipped his knife, accidentally clipping his finger. He let out a grunt, which caused one of the men to raise their weapon a little higher.
Then a man stepped out of the side door of the van. He was wearing a fine suit, and clearly had his Spike on the outside of his outfit.
“That’s a bold statement, keeping it outside” Landon warned.
The man said nothing, bringing a briefcase from just inside the back of the van. He threw it to Landon. Landon caught it with one hand, and it swung back, coming to a stop as it swung back to his hip. He opened the case as he brought it up to his chest, counting the money in a fraction of a second, as many shady deals had taught him to do. As soon as he had opened it it was already closed at his side. He brought his free hand up and patted the metal box to his left. Landon saw a frown spread across the buyers face.
“Look man, I can’t get much, what do you expect? You’re an Edenian terrorist, not many people will sell to you, no matter what you pay. You’re lucky you got me. This is more than enough for an attack, I assure you, you are getting what you are paying for.”
Another man stepped out of the van. This one was small, but wore a beard and had a mess of hair. He looked like a castaway that just found his way out of Lindu. He stroked his beard, and stared Landon in the face. It took Landon a second, but he recognized this guy. This was Whipple. The organizer of the 3 most devastating terrorist attacks against Maceden.
“I’m sure Landon here is telling the truth, bring me the box.”
Landon was about to ask how Whipple knew his name, but the two men grabbed the box, and brought it back before Landon even noticed they had moved. This, Landon decided, was not an ordinary deal. Whipple took a glance in the box.
“Well, it looks like Landon is doing a service for his people. Thank you”
BANG
A sniper shot tore through Whipple’s shoulder. The two armed men were already firing on their assailants. Whipple grabbed his shoulder, and a small light emitted from his wound.
“Landon, get in the van, you three, let’s get out of here!”
And no sooner did they get in the van, then Landon heard a slow rumble, like thunder. It had a metallic grinding echoing alongside it. The van hadn’t even closed it’s doors, when it skidded back. Two more men were sitting in the back with large rifles. The van lurched into the street, closing the doors. The only two windows in the back revealed a speeding streetline, and when they turned on to the main road, Landon wished he hadn’t guessed what the rumble came from. A full sized tank was right down main street.
AUTHOR NOTES: No, Whipple is not based on me.
This is the first chapter, I may add more