14 October 2012
This is a story from A Tale of Tales, set in the Radiant Order universe. It is a story about an African soldier of a regional peace corp., who is on a simple 'recapture' mission. But she finds herself subject to curious events... It'll be no more than 10 parts long, enjoy!
Pt. 1
My breathing was steady even though I was running in pursuit of my target down an empty street. Had that been him or one of his thugs? What is this all about? I tried to consider all that I knew of my mission, then I turned into a littered street and I was greeted by silence; I had lost my target. I walked back towards my truck, black and gold the colours of my order, The Brethren, a growing African group charged with the honour of protecting the motherland. Highly trained and recognised by international states, we carried out missions as directed by our leaders; they called us peace soldiers and therein lay the paradox. I laughed to myself as I reached my truck. Sitting in the drivers seat, I radioed the control tower...
“Tower this is Bravo 252.” I identified myself. “Target has escaped, what does control recommend?” I asked. “252 this is Control, return to Base.” Tower replied.
I am pretty far from Base and it would be a long journey back, I looked through the windshield towards the sky. The moon shone clear in the sky and it made my mind wonder… My mission was to recapture an escapee but I was sure other agents were in pursuit... To think the world was once again in a state of crisis with terror attacks increasing, nature raging against humanity with its fury and unexplained occurrences becoming everyday events. Without us our brethren would perish, this was why I couldn't understand why my target would be against us. He tried to destroy our base! Damn mad man. These fanatics refuse to see reason… My thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. Glancing at my mobile, I saw it displaying 'Unknown'; I answered the call with my hands free.
“You give up too easily.” A deep voice came from the other end and it wasn’t a voice that I recognised. “Who is this?” I asked and he laughed. “Turn right at the next intersection and continue until you see a warehouse.” He said simply and then the line went dead. (tbc...)
© 2012 by Marcellus Amadeus
A Tale Of Perception Pt. 1 • Opuss № I