. He used a micro surface cleaner to wipe the area where there blood was split to make sure all cells and DNA fragments of the three of them where located and incinerated.
The tale of this gruesome act have spread to every corner of The Pit and The Mole officially became known as the most deadly person in The Pit. Some in the private referred to him as The Mean Mole. Several assassination attempts have been made on The Mole by other groups of cyber hackers and The Mole had survived them all. But after twelve notable leaders and powerful cyber hackers have died in mysterious and gruesome manner, they had come to The Mole and asked for peace. In fact it is the cyber hackers that have coined this phrase; don’t mess with The Mole.
The room was a small plain wall room. The Mole went to place his palm on a small rectangle by the right side of the open door, a green light ran all way though his palm. A section of the wall slid aside revealing a smaller room that was obviously a lift. Beckoning on the bounty hunter to join him, The Mole touched other switches, leading to the door closing and a very low hum showing the lift is moving. When the hum stopped, Marvel noticed the indictor on a tiny display screen showed the lift went three sublevel down. They stepped out of the lift into a short passage with several door on both sides. He led Marvel to the door opposite the lift. The door opened into a wide room made into a work space. One wall have a floor to ceiling wide display screen. Besides it was a 3D holographic machine. Several monitors were hanging at different angles of the wall. They are all off. A table having three monitors with several buttons and hi power keyboards occupied a prominent part of the room. Soft lighting came from over head ceiling panels. As Marvel stepped into the room with his host, he watched his steps to avoid the numerous armoured cables criss crossing the floor. Marvel noticed the floor, wall and ceiling of this room are made of enhanced durasteel. This room is heavily shielded. The Mole have never ceased to amaze him.

I can only say wow, sci-fi, but please is there any difference between it and science thriller? Pretty waiting for more update.

ElectGINeer:
I can only say wow, sci-fi, but please is there any difference between it and science thriller? Pretty waiting for more update.

Well from what I know, science fiction is a whole world of its own. We can have military sci fi, sci fi horror, sci fi thriller, sci fi action. If I'm to place my own in a category, I'd say sci fi action with plenty of suspense and thriller thrown into the mix.

“Welcome to my sanctum santorum .” The Mole said with both hands stretching out side ways having a silly smile on his rugged face.
“You have been busy with serious upgrades. “ Marvel observed taking all in.
“ Yeah I had to. My business clientele have increased within the past few months and as you well know I do dabble occasionally into hardware supplies.” The Mole walked to a power seat in front of the table. “And I have to keep my eyes peeled on what is happening in The Pit before the several factions of fraternities, cyber hackers, tech thieves, sewer dogs and all other low lives denizens tear the place apart. “
A half eaten meal of protein wafer, mod grains and half empty neo caf bottle were on the table. “Your coming interrupted my lunch. Take a seat. “ The Mole indicated another chair, while he took the power seat facing the work table.
“You look good. So how is the doc these days? “ Marvel was referring to the renegade BioMatrix doctor that patched him up.
“Well he is still kicking if that is what you mean, but in hiding, staying in the shadows. BioMatrix is still not finding his running away from them funny. “ The Mole replied as he takes a drink from the bottle. “So I’m keeping him hidden. I still need him. He did a terrific job when he fixed me. But now and again I still need him to put some touches on few bugs that arises occasionally. “
Marvel smirked at him as he sat down.

“Oh so you find that funny don’t you, chico? “ smiling evilly, The Mole continued .“Since we are opening up secrets now, what about this, how is Hardwire? “
“Hardwire? “ Marvel had an inquiring and confuse look on his face.
“C’mon Marvel, credit me with some intelligence will you? “
“I’m still trying to understand what you are getting at Mole. “
“If you insist. “ The Mole rested his back on the power seat which adjusted and realigned the upholstery backrest to accommodate the new position. “I have occasionally supplied you some hardware but looking through some of the others you carry around and use with the highly illegal modifications on them, it leaves a curious mind with lots of questions. Oh your results are unquestionable, but for a man who doesn’t like much secrecy in the things he have dabble into, I took my time to find out and my discreet inquiries showed me your hidden secret: Hardwire. The one responsible for your exotic weapons and their insane modifications. “ He finished with a barked laughter seeing the bemused look on the bounty hunter’s face.
“Your info sources must truly have grown if you can find that out. “ Marvel blurted out softy.
“Well fret none my friend. “ The Mole assured. “I got that information on my own, nobody did that for me. I know you would want that to remain a secret. I just couldn’t hold back not knowing, so I did that exercise to calm my fastidious mind. So your secret is safe. “
“I hope so Mole. “
“Trust me Marvel, I hold enough secrets in my modified skull that will crack this moon in half if ever exposed. “
“I follow your principle Mole, you trust no one. “
“But I do trust you, Marvel, I made an exception with you. And I’m not saying that lightly. “

“I know you missed me and all, and would like to keep me here indefinitely with small chit-chat but…” here Marvel feigned a bored expression. “I’m pressed for time. “
As a reply, The Mole clicked on few keys on the power keyboard and touched a button on the table, the 3D holo display came on. It showed the image of a slim man with sparse red hair, long face and hollow eyes. Two prominent teeth protruding from his covered thin lips. He was putting on a yellow plas jump suit and a black syth leather jacket.
“Your quarry, Emmilio. “ The Mole said pointing at the holo image as Marvel turned to see too. “ A former inventory clerk and a low level security operative for the light weapons research and development department at Alpha Tech Industries. He resigned under questionable circumstances. He ran away when an audit was to be carried out on his department. Lots of weapons have been missing from the vault of the company and these same weapons have found their way into the hands of small time street crooks. The audit and investigation indicted him but by then he had resigned and dropped out of sight. But he didn’t stop there. Emmilio had continue to sell sensitive secrets of Alpha Tech security set up which had led to three successful weapon heist with no trace at all of the perpetuators. Then the Colonial Security and Control have expressed Earth government’s concern on the development. The CSC agents have told the management of Alpha Tech how if the incident isn’t handled, Earth government will step in to take over the matter themselves to avert a spillover. This is the nightmare of every colonial cooperate organization . Out of desperation Alpha Tech have offered you the bounty. So here you are. “ laughing loudly, The Mole added. “How is that for a lecture?”
“Very enlightening, “ Marvel replied. “But unfortunately boring. I already know all that. Tell me what I don’t know.”
“Emmilio has shown he is very difficult to track but he has been very busy. If conventional mode of tracking couldn’t pin point him, then other sources to locate him are the people who does business with him. “
“So any idea who are the small time crooks he is presently working with at the moment? “

“Yup” The Mole touched a button and all three monitors before him came on. Indicating an image he said,” Presently he is supplying small arms to the nearly defunct organ harvesters. Since the clamp down on them by the Iris System Securities controlled Mantis Urban Pacifiers, their numbers have dwindled almost to nothing . They have been hunting for weapons and supplies desperately and it seems Emmilio has agreed to supply them. The rumors in the underground is that the organ harvesters are planning something big to stage their come back in a massive strike that will embarrass the authorities. “
“I have never had to deal with those louts in all my jobs. “ Marvel murmured softly taking in the image. It was of a man putting on a black and red grav biker neo leather jacket. “So what is the latest on this now? And why has it been so hard for all the surveillance system to tag him? “
“To answer your last question, another rumor, though largely unsubstantiated for now, is that there is a new way to fool and avoid all corporately made and controlled surveillance . So that is one way but another thing is that he has been very smart. He does not do any transaction that goes through comsat or webnet . All payments are made in cash and no vidphone call, information are passed from person to person. So he has largely been operating bellow any electronic means. “
“He seem like a smart criminal “
“That appears to be the case. Anyway having worked deeply in Alpha Tech , he is very familiar with all the security and surveillance settings.” The Mole chewed a little on some of the protein wafer and drank from the bottle. “So to what you really wanted. I haven’t been that interested in Emmilio, that is why I can’t get you full details on his present whereabouts, but I had a hit when he made a stop by through The Pit. So what I heard is this, a weapon and cash exchange will be going down soon between him and the organ harvesters. “
“Any idea where and when? “
“No Marvel, not yet. “ The Mole touched some keys on the power keyboard and the full wall monitor lit up. He indicated with his jaw and said, “But he will supply you all that. “

The image on the monitor was of a man with a prominent forehead with claw like hairline. Dangling on one ear is a gleaming platinum blaster shaped earring. Coloured eyes from over used of Nicoweed and high stim-beer.
“So who is that unfortunate soul? “Marvel asked allowing sarcasm to underscore his voice.
“The unfortunate soul is Rollo, he is the one with the details of when and where the deal between Emmilio and the organ harvesters will take place.”
“Will he offer it willing or will coercion be necessary? “
“No coercion is necessary, he will willingly offer the info, for a price of course. He is trust worthy and reliable being one of my sources. Also what he have to tell you will be accurate enough since he helped set up the meeting. “
“You are making this venture unnecessarily expensive for me, Mole. “
“C’mon Marvel, I know you aren’t stingy. Moreover what I just offer you now is free, it’s on the house, considering our long lasting, trusty and mutually beneficial relationship. “ With another touch of the keypad, the other displays went dark except the three on the table. “Rollo knows you are from me and he won’t ask for anything more than my usual fee. “
“Ok. Tell me how to meet him. “
The Mole gave him the address. “ Which reminds me, I heard you just got hired by a top corporate organization. “
“If you already know that Mole, that means your tentacles have really grown very wide.”
“Marvel like you know, nothing happens in The Pit that I don’t know about. Not even an alpha level security encrypted call can pass through without me knowing. Though I’m not privy to the content of the message but I was able to know the general source and that the message was for you. So I have my suspicions and conclusion.”
“For now it’s just an offer, “Marvel told The Mole. “No idea yet what it’s all about. I still have to finish my present 50 thousand credit bounty before taking up another job. But their offer Is way too tempting. “

“How much are they willing to pay? “
Marvel told him.
The Mole whistled loudly. “That is a lot of money, but less than a drop in an ocean for a big corporation. But still if they’re will to part with something that huge, the job must be extremely dangerous. “
“Yea I guessed that too. “
“The problem won’t be in the assignment itself, but those guys are vey sneaky, cunny and back stabbers. I have done several jobs for them. So I know. You can’t trust anything they say. “
“I don’t . They may be the authority here, but I know they are hypocrites, power drunk and greedy. Not to mention them being skittish of anything they can’t control. “
“Good you know that. Just watch your back if you decide to take this job “
“Thanks Mole, didn’t know you cared. “
“I always did you never noticed is all.” The Mole said leading Marvel back to the lift. “ Well on a final note, when you meet Emmilio, he won’t be alone, some of the organ harvesters will be with him. I doubt they will hand over their supplier willingly to you. How do you intend to play it then? “
“Would just let the situation decide. “

Well this concludes chapter 3. Chapter 4 will be coming up soon later today. Gett ready for lots of explosive actions.
I need the time to work on chapter 5. So let me know ur thoughts about dis sow far.
For the action fans, get ur pop corn and soda ready, d next chapter will give u enough to fill u up

Chapter Four


Snorkel Casino and Bar was the place given to Marvel for his meeting with Rollo. The place is at the outskirts of Nolkvale a trading town that sees too many going and coming of visitors on a regular basis, so a new face like his won’t raise any eye brows. When he left The Pit, he had gone to reclaim his air car at the secured parking lot he left it. Switching of the security of the car, he got in to the pilot sit and started the car. The air car is a Nexon 3 model of a year back. Black coloured and made for just two sitters . The engine fusion is made for a speed of 320km/hr. But he have done several modifications on the air car. Firstly the engine have been removed and in it place is a fushima level 10 fusion drive engines used in flyers that can go into upper orbit. With speed reaching 1000km/hr. The normal body of the air car wouldn’t have been able to survive long under the stress of such speed. So the fiber and alloy body of the car have been replaced with duralloy and full amoured 6inch thick reinforced titanium. The air car is both bullet and lazer proof. Under the car, by the two doors are secret compartments holding two tri-barrels mini chain guns similar to what The Mole have hidden in his place. An added hardware is a HE smart targeting short/mid range grenade and rocket launcher. Internally the car have several sensors, counter measures, auto smart targeting, infrared and thermal optical pick up, webnet and satcom navigation system. The air car is a virtual military grade armoured tank but with the innocent appearance of a normal air car, all thanks to the modifications done on it by Hardwire.
Marvel slowly lifted the car up from the parking lot and drove into the late afternoon sky. He maintained a height of 1000feet and flew within the legal speed. Nolkvale is just a few kilometers east of The Pit. He activated his sensors to sniff around if he was been tracked or followed, the sensors all showed green, meaning he is in the clear.

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When the air car got to the outskirts of Nolkvale , Marvel punched in a landing part for the mid range parking space of Snorkel casino and bar. There were few cars in the space but armed security men patrolled the place.
“Are you a registered member of the casino? “ came from the voxbox on the dash board of the car. “You vehicle’s details doesn’t appear on the list of registered members. “
“No, I’m just here to see someone at the bar. “ replied Marvel.
“I will like to inform you sir that the parking space is reserved exclusively for registered casino members. But if however you want your car to be parked here, there is a fee of five credits for weekly parking allowance for other users. “
Marvel paid the fee via e-net bank payment. He was shown a parking space that is registered for his use for the next seven days.
Snorkel casino and bar is a 10 Storey high building of plastiglass and duracrete similar to most buildings in the town. Neon holo words and pictures advertising all the kinds of gambling games available. Marvel was surprised to see an advert for a mono bike racing scheduled for tonight. As he couldn’t see any road around for such, he assumed there is an underground mono racing stage. Beyond the parking space few people were seen around, as the third working shift is still on. The sky was beginning to give a pinkish orange glow as the late afternoon waned.
Marvel walked across the entrance of the casino, where two hard eyed security men looked at him suspiciously, one hand holding a sleek stun truncheon and the other close to a hand gun holstered around the belt. The door to the bar is just a few meters away from the casino. There is a mini bar in the casino but it is solely for those who wants to gamble. The idea of having a full bar separate from the casino is to have a place where those who have lost bets at the casino can go drown out their sorrow. Of course there is an auto credit detect system in the casino that can tell when a patron have exhausted his credits then he is escorted or thrown out depending on the circumstances. Such people do console themselves mostly at the bar close by. While the area around the casino have very little activities, the door to the bar was packed full of those wanting an early drink, but from a holo sign at the door, Marvel noticed there is a club within the bar as well. Little wonder the crowd.

A huge dark skinned bouncer was at the entrance flanked by two others who are busy keeping the crowd of mostly teenagers ,without a pass, from covering the entrance by swinging their deadly stun rods. Marvel showed the bouncer the electronic pass given to him by The Mole and was ushered in. The heavy beat of the dual bass of the techno-rock beat slammed his ear drums. The beat was coming from the club. The bar was further inward. The club was already packed full of bodies pressed and gyrating to the beat. Poor lighting shot through with kaleidoscope of multi hue colours of light made it difficult to tell one face from the other. Luckily Marvel’s date won’t be waiting for him here, Rollo is supposed to meet with him at the VIP cube. He had to squeeze through multiple bodies to get to the entrance of the place, the sound died down totally as he opened and closed the VIP cube door behind him.
“Hola¡ mi amigo. I have been waiting. De nada. “ Rollo called out from across the room. The place was virtually empty, all the chairs and table were unoccupied except the one used by Rollo. The room was totally quiet, it must have sound dampers within the walls, so sounds can’t pass between them. Marvel moved to meet him. He noticed that Rollo was a bit obese, several gold jewelries hang on his neck, twinkling. When he lifted his hands, all of his fingers where heavily encrusted with gold rings. He was wearing a bulgy coat that displays several colours with the colours changing every few seconds.
“So you speak Spanish too? “ Marvel asked when he got to the table.
“Hahahahahaha you must have seen my hand work on The Mole. “ His teeth shown golden as Rollo laughed. “Well I’m doing my best to make the use of Spanish fashionable among mi amigos in the underground. Por favor, have a seat.“
“An arduous task if I must say so myself. “ Marvel took the chair before him. On the table three empty bottle of stim beer lay discarded.
“Oh yeah senor but it’s beginning to take root.” He smiled as he slowly caressed the platinum ear ring. “Can I get you something…a drink perhaps? “
“No Rollo, that will be unnecessary. You already know why I’m here. “
“Sí, that I do.” He placed his palm on the table and continued. “Your friend will be having an exchange deal taking place tonight. You can get the address and details on this. “ So saying, he moved his palm backward on the table to expose a data cube he had previously covered with it.

“Ok I think that will be all, if your information checks out and is valuable. “
“Oh it is most reliable, I swear on my abuela abuelo graves. Well Since I somehow was instrumental in setting it up too, I should know. “
“Alright then I’ll be on my way. “ Marvel stood to leave.
“Eh senor our mutual acquaintance mentioned something about a certain fee. “
“Same standard amount from him right? “
“Sì, creo que sì. You are correct. “
Marvel gave him some credit notes and left the place as fast as possible, it was already making his head pound.

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Among the high rise buildings filling the city of New Haven, tallest is the needle shaped Ivory Citadel of the Iris System Securities. A monolith of Ferrocrete, durasteel and transparisteel. Reaching a height of more than 2500 meters, it dwarf all other buildings as if imposing it power, will and dominance on all in the city. For several blocks around this edifice lies empty, no other structures are allowed to be erected close to it. This is the most secured and heavily guarded building in all of this world. No actual schematic of it exist in any record ,all of its records have been destroyed. This made it virtually impossible to tell what kind of security system exist in the citadel. It is believed that most of its defenses are controlled by an advanced AI and the human part of its security were specifically hand picked and all live in the citadel. Openly arranged on a parking space easily bigger than six city blocks are heavy and light hover tanks, micro fusion powered APC, sky gun ships, pursuit flyers and armoured air cars. As much as nothing about the building is known, yet rumors abound about an underground cavern big enough to hide a space craft that hides very heavy ordnance. Also hidden beneath are under ground auto smart anti aircraft guns, long range ray guns and anti tank cannons. The building is also whispered to have kinetic deflective shield, an ion/EMP proof cover. Around the perimeter of the building’s property line is a 10 meter high ferrocrete wall with lazer grid, motion detector auto search and fire guns at every 5 feet intervals. A fitting abode for Dalmar Reinhart, head of the Iris System Securities, rumored also as the most powerful man on Nuterra.

Keep it coming brother.. This is interesting. I want to see marvel in action.

bqlekan:
Keep it coming brother.. This is interesting. I want to see marvel in action.

Lol, ok ,u will very soon.

Lemme follow this now... Would read it later

Keep it up op

@Sirwere, thanks for the mention

His office is as close to the top of the Ivory Citadel as possible, where it is said that from the pinnacle one can see all of New Haven and beyond, he sat on a real wooden velvet chair and tapped his cleanly manicured fingers impatiently on a real wooded desk. The office wall before him was covered with several monitors all displaying several images. Behind his chair is a single door.
It has been a successful year for him, all thanks to his wits and smart steps taken by him. His position as a power in New Haven have never been more secured . His company holds a unique position that should guarantee it’s place as a major authority, but that position could be compromised and strip from him at a second. But for now he stands tall among all other powerful companies that control Nuterra. Among these corporations, the three top most are Iris System Securities, Trans Terra International and SynTech Industries. But he occupies the position that makes him like a head since security is his own to handle. And in all things martial, his word is absolute as far as Nuterra is concerned.
Dalmar is an ambitious man. Control of Nuterra is not all he desires but even the control of Nuterra is an illusion with the interference of the earth government through the agents of Colonial Security and Control. In the overall view of things, the colonies and the corporations that control them are under the total control of the earth government. The colonies are not allowed to build an army or possess military grade weapons no matter the situation. For territorial disputes, the Global Civil Court and the System Arbitrary Court have been given the sole jurisdiction to adjudicate. And both are bodies set up and controlled by earth government. And when ever the argument for external aggression is brought up, it have been insisted by them that that’s what the Earth Defense Force and Sol System Marines are for. So any form of autonomy the earth government have bestowed on the colony corporations is an illusion and just lip service. But for long he had thought of how to break Nuterra free from the yoke of earth government. When he had discreetly expressed his dissatisfaction, he was surprised to see the positive response from other corporations, especially from the other two top ones. Extensive plans have been going on in secret to put things in place that will free them. He has been satisfied so far with the pace at which the plans have gone. Just a single disappointing episode that Nicholas is already handling. So with that exception, everything is going according to plan until this new intel sent by one of his mole in the Colonial Security and Control. Well it is not a serious problem, as long as it can quickly be dealt with swiftly and secretly.

As deep in thought as Delmar was, his senses where attuned, he was able to know when the person entered the office through the door behind his chair. The door opening and closing was totally quiet, but he had previously authorized it to open to only one person, so that should the person stepping into his office. The head of Iris System Securities was impressed at how quietly he can moved and sneak up on someone. Anyway that is one of his major asset and why he is one of his right hand man that handles most of his dirty works. Well time to remind him that he is not totally infallible.
“So what have you learnt so far, Cedric? “ Dalmar asked before he would get closer.
“The information from your source proved totally accurate down to the time, place and even means of transportation. “ Cedric answered very calmly, no sign of surprise on him been caught mid way to his quiet sneaking in.
Dalmar turned his chair on its swerving control to face the new comer. Cedric Woodhedge is a tall imposing man of a height above six feet. His blond hair was tied in a long pony tailed shape. His possess a hardedge chisel face. With black eyes that seem to bore into the soul, jaws and upper lip completely free of hairs. He was dressed all in a black rayon suit and polysilk shirt. His well toned muscles bulged at the edges of his clothes. But as big as he is, before his sitting boss, he appears small and subdued.
“Well that is fortunate for us. Let’s take a look shall we? “ Dalmar turned his seat back to face the numerous monitors on the wall. He touched a hidden button under his desk to activate the authorized ident voice recog command. “Show me from the eastern sector of space port 2, platform 26 all custom cleared candidates allowed in for the last 2 hours. “

The monitors obeyed. They all went off and came on displaying a scene that made all of them appeared like a single monitor. The screen was showing the custom officers at the New Haven space port 2 in their security booths clearing the long line of passengers from the space craft that just landed and passing them through the sec scanners. Several heavily armed Mantis police in black coloured full body armoured uniforms and black helmet with dark visor were seen in the background with few space port security guards and just one agent of the Colonial Security and Control putting on their customary blue and red coloured uniforms. They watched the images quietly for several minutes when Cedric quickly pointed.
“There they are, both of them getting cleared by the same custom booth. “
“Do you think that particular custom officer that cleared them both was aware or involved in anyway? “ Asked Dakar after taking some more minutes to observe.
“No sir, he is not. “ Cedric replied his boss. “I personally investigated and I’m totally certain he knows nothing about it. He isn’t even related to earth in anyway. He was born here and grew up here, same as his parents. We do make sure of this before employing people into sensitive places like the custom. “
“Good. But I want you to still get rid of him permanently, just to make sure no possibility of a single leak. “
“Yes sir. “
“I’m sure they came in with valid papers and convincing stories.? “
“That they did. Even the shipping company that owns the space vehicle in which they came in is owned by the earth government. If not for the tip from your source, we would never have found out the connection. The shipping company is a holding company belonging to others which also belong to others and still others that serves as front companies for Earthwatch International Agency, the intelligence arm of the Colonial Security and Control. “

“Interesting. So what are the cover stories? “ Dalmar asked.
“Their cover stories are full proof. Once again, if not the tip from your source, they would have gotten into New Haven undetected. Both are from different areas on earth. According to the record about them, one of them is Alfonso McCarthy, an average low level security guard at a kids school in Springfield Missouri. He was dismissed on account of petty theft. After which he had been grumbling at how crowded earth is and unfair the wide margin between the rich and the poor is. How a hard working man can still make a good living off planet, off the solar system as a whole and in the colonies. The second person is Bradley Backer, a small time western European farmer that had his small farms and properties confiscated due largely to back logs of unpaid loans. After which he tried his hands at black market trading of pirated goods along trading routes of Mars, Jupiter and Saturn. He fell afoul with his trading partners and was on the run till he was caught by the System Trade Patrol. After a light sentence which he served, he was let go. So he decided to seek fortunes else where, hence his coming to the colonies.”
“Ok good covers. Any information on family members? “
“All known family members are deceased. I think this was set up that way to stop any kind of inquiries about them to end at just them alone. “
“They didn’t put any information about them on restricted access. Of course all true existing records about them must have been destroyed, so the only thing about them that can be known is the concocted trash created for them. And since the information is ready available, it won’t raise any red flag that these are intelligence agents. Real smart. “ Dalmar smiled. “Any type of official covering for them, either overt or covert? “
“None sir, they seem to be expendable assets. They haven’t even had any link or communication with the agents of CSC here, I doubt if the CSC is aware of them. “
“This means they can disappear without any official investigation into them, right Cedric?”
“Correct sir. “
“Make that happen. Take them alive, arrange a flyer accident for both of them. Create a record of them being employed by a low level company that have no single link with all the corporations involved in our plans. Make it appear they died on the first induction into the job. Make sure the accident involves explosion and fire that will make having left over body parts impossible. Scatter bits of their DNA and cells samples around the accident site but their real body, you should dispose of at the recycling plant. “

“It will be carried out exactly as you have ordered. “ Cedric asked before leaving. “Any specific person you would want me to hand over this job to? “
“As sensitive as the job is, I don’t want you to handle it on your own. Give it to one of your most trusted and competent employee. I heard that Cyclobad is one of such. “
“Yes he is and is very thorough on jobs of this type. I will get him at once.”
“Do that. “ Dalmar waved his hand and Cedric knew he was dismissed.

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For most of the early night, Marvel have been staking out an old abandoned warehouse in sector 5 of Nolkvale. This sector of the town used to be a thriving place for the making and storage of auto chef and kitchen bots. The manufacturing plants and storage buildings were owned by some small time corporations that were beaten out of the market by better competitors. So the workers were all laid of, the auto machines and factories were shut down. When the tax payments on the properties became too high, the several owners abandoned them to the corporate authorities. But the authorities didn’t see much of anything to do with the several blocks of dead machines and empty dilapidating buildings. And considering it may not prove profitable to revive the place, it was left alone for now.
The target warehouse lay in the mist of several abandoned warehouses that are decrepit and dark except the one he was interested in. Which have light within and few guards parading the outer perimeter of the warehouse.

Marvel had flown here straight after his meeting with Rollo. Parked his aircar at a secured place and sent the info on the data cube to Hardwire for analysis and should report back to him. The reply from Hardwire had been fast and efficient as usual. He sent the exact location and coordinate of the place, the building layout and satellite images of the location as at when he had received the data. Hardwire had asked him if he needs real time link of the satellite images. He had declined, not wanting to get tagged in anyway. A sat link can be noticed and traced to the source. Anyway he had something better that can give him real life images and won’t be tracked. On getting here, it was already late evening, he had hidden within a closer building, abandoned too, and waited till it was dark before moving into his present position. He chose a building some few yards from his target, picking a spot on the roof that have a little covering from above to hide him from sky vehicles that might be chanced to be passing by. Nolkvale is not a densely populated town, so very few homeless people have taken advantage of the numerous empty buildings. None is in evidence here. Marvel is sure if any had taken residence around here before today, they would have been driven out by those hard eyed security men patrolling the place to secure this venue for what is about to go down.
He had stayed hidden for hours waiting for when the time appointed for the deal to take place. The time appointed for it is at the beginning of true night. Nuterra have 36 hours for both day and night. The first 8 hours of the night is the early night because the huge globe of the gas giant Nuterra orbits is high in the sky, giving light that is three times more bright than an average full moon birthing the whole place with a brightness similar to twilight. Then after this time, the true night starts, when Proxima 5 would have sank into the horizon, then the real darkness of the night comes on. Marvel checked his wrist com looking at the chronometer as soon as the darkness started to deepen. Just right, the true night is starting, which means his target maybe arriving anytime soon. Guess the security men here would have called ahead to let the parties know the place is secured.

Hitting a button on the wrist com he brought up the warehouse schematic again double checking the layout. Since he didn’t want a real time sat link for the place, it’s dark enough to start his alternative move. He reached into the combat bag he had carried with him, bringing out a metallic sphere the size of a gopher fruit. Small enough to be totally enclosed in his palm. The spherical device is a mini spy drone linked to his specially modified version of the commonly used Artificial Virtual Assistant (AVA),which is an AI assistant most people use to help them manage things in their lives and businesses. He have called his modified version Artificial Defense Assistant (ADA), built, programmed and tailored for his specific needs by Hardwire. Though lots of spy drones exist, most are micro spy drones much smaller than the one Marvel is about to use, as small as a dot. But his mini spy drone is packed with lots of features that justifies its size. It have a camouflage capabilities, it can go much higher and longer distance, it has little fusion drive battery that gives it speed beyond the normal anti grav propulsor that enable most general spy drones to hover on the air. Finally, it have limited lazer shooting ability. Marvel powered it, the sphere moved up from the ground, hovered a bit before him and shot off in the direction of the warehouse at fast speed. A tiny holo image supplied from the spy drone was fed directly to his wrist com. The generated images float above the wrist com. Marvel took time to study it, noting the positions of the security patrol. The warehouse is not that high, a 5 level store, with offices at the top levels and an open store space at the bottom floor. He could detect four men patrolling the fence, then two snipers positioned at two points facing the front entrance and a back door. But both of them are also positioned in a way they can easily change positions to engage air targets.
He checked for the of weapons carried by the security men. The snipers were carrying RT 2000 rifles, with an effective range of 2000 meters, muzzle velocity of 1500 m/s. It have a feed system of 50 round drum clip. It shoots metallic projectile with single shot and auto fire capabilities, totally recoilless and when engaged, it is totally silent too when it fires. Though old guns by today’s standard, yet capable of inflicting serious damages. Checking out the security patrollers, they are armed with lazer blaster short rifles. Nothing he can’t handle. His major problem are the snipers, though there optic sights may not be able to pick him behind this covering, still they can hit him if they see him.
Marvel engaged the X-ray and thermal sensors of the spy drone, he was able to pick up four more bodies inside the store area. He took note of their positions and sat back to prepare the Emmilio’s arrival.

Great updates. God! I want to experience one of the early nights on nuterra. The joy of watching a gas giant reflecting sunlight from your planet is memorable.

Gosh! Why is earth not revolving round Jupiter

bqlekan:
Great updates. God! I want to experience one of the early nights on nuterra. The joy of watching a gas giant reflecting sunlight from your planet is memorable.

Gosh! Why is earth not revolving round Jupiter

Yea I had always visualize dat, so kinda nice adding it in here. This is an image that is close to how early night on Nuterra is.

Few minutes later, the low whine of an air vehicle passing overhead drew his attention, he couldn’t tell the make because of the darkness, but from the sound, there were two vehicles. He reroute the spy drone to focus on the parking space. Two flood lights came on at the entrance as soon as the air vehicles came within the warehouse area. From the images from the drone, Marvel could see there was an armoured sky van brown in colour and a normal sized air car. Both vehicles disgorged eight men. Three walked ahead while the other five were armed and walked round them as protectors. At the entrance to the warehouse, they were stopped briefly before being allowed in. As he watched, another air vehicle sound came on and flew towards the warehouse. It was a sleek sport air car, bright yellow with beautifully crafted black spots. The door opened and two men came out from the front doors, both armed with rifle. One of them opened the back door. A single man came out and when Marvel focused the drone sight on the person, the image of Emmilio appeared.
After Emmilio got into the warehouse ,the number of men securing the compound increased to ten and the two hidden snipers. Well time to get ready. Marvel did an overall check of the area again to see if there are other security measures in place. Still he detected nothing. Well since it’s just a meeting place, there may not be need to fix in auto defenses , the security men will just be enough. So they may have thought and time for him to correct that assumption. Emmilio have been so careful, he wont see this coming.
Marvel brought out his tools. He pulled off his long coat allowing just his black coloured skin tight body armour. His NAX GAUGE 4 and M2000 hand guns where in their places on his shoulders and belt holsters. Spare magazines where hanged on his utility belt and porches. He Hung five High Explosive HE grenades, smart flash bangs and termite/phosphorus detonator on the belt too. He pulled out his FTL stinger3 multi rifle. With smart micro targeting, fire rate of 6000 rpm, firing 9mm rounds of armour piercing uranium core rounds. With long range mini grenade launcher attached to the muzzle. He strapped a bandolier to his chest pinned with the several ammunitions for the FTL stinger. His vibroblade is still in its customary place in his boot. He considered the present setting of his boots and decided it would serve just right as it is. His boots have two settings for the soles, soft rubber and hard metal. For the quick and stealth movement he is about to engage in, the soft rubber would work best. He took few steps within his hidden place to gauge the weight of his armaments, was satisfied when he found they won’t slow or impede his movements.

First order of business is to take out those snipers. The FTL stinger is not a sniper weapon but more of an assault rifle, still it can take out the snipers. The range is just some yards away, within its effective range. Affixing the telescopic sight on it, he took a bid on the first sniper. Bringing his face into target acquisition. The sniper have a night vision goggles pulled up on his head, with steady hand holding down his rifle and the other hand slowly caressing the barrel as if itching to act. Marvel held his rifle shoulder level and brought the cross hairs to center on the sniper’s nose area. He held the trigger gently with his index finger, took a deep breath in, held it, released it the same time he pulled the trigger. Through the scope, he saw the head explode with red splash. He immediately turned the sight to the second sniper. He saw the second sniper’s lips moving as if saying something. Obviously he was communicating with his colleague. He might have heard a sound through the com link pick up. Marvel took his time. As soon as the face came into the target sight, he slowly caressed the trigger and a second head blew up. Marvel was grateful for the silent setting on his stinger rifle, both shots were not heard. Since both of them were laying on the roof, there is no chance of producing sounds from dropping bodies. For a few seconds the morality of the kills flashed across his mind. Well he may not be an assassin but he still have to kill most times in his line of duty. Well the scums he will have to kill tonight are already criminals, the members of organ harvesters, with death sentence hanging over their heads. So no moral scruple with that. Besides since they won’t obviously allow him to go in there and take his target without a fight, he will obliged them.
He got down from the building he was and ran swiftly toward the warehouse where the deal is taking place. He acted in haste not knowing how long the meeting will last and unwilling to let Emmilio escape him tonight. At the fence to the warehouse, he looked around at the best point of entry. Climbing the wall will cost him extra time he doesn’t have. With the snipers gone he has close to a score enemy targets to eliminate. Reading the feed coming from the spy drone, he noticed that four men were manning the gate of the place. The other six were scattered around the compound. The gate seem the best entry point. There is no possible way to go through the gate without creating noise. Well what the hell, stealth and silence have served there purpose, using them now will cause unnecessary delay.

Feeding a HE round into the grenade launcher of the stinger, he moved towards the gate, blending with the shadows created by the flood lights. Few meters from the gate, he sighted at a point of the gate where is the middle of the four men standing there. He pulled the trigger and the HE grenade launched with a low puff as it flew from the tube of the launcher to the gate. Very loud explosion, fire burst and bits of torn metal blew into the compound. Marvel could hear human cry mixed with the roaring sound of the burning flames. He moved quickly through the hole created by the explosion. When he got through the torn gate, a quick scan of the immediate area showed him some pieces of torn bodies. A quick assessment revealed the pieces all came from two people. He saw another man with both legs and an arm blown off. His remaining hand grab hold of the duracrete floor hard. The cry was from him. Marvel silenced him with a tri burst fire from the stinger. The final person from the four man team guarding the gate was staggering around, dazed and blinded. He must have been a bit distanced from the other three when the explosive hit. The sound must have dazed him and tiny shrapnel must have blinded him. Marvel wasted no time as he drill him with bullets. The projectiles hit his chest and burst out behind him as he did a double dance and dropped to the floor.
Marvel running towards where the vehicles were parked was already counting the seconds it will take those on the other parts of the building and inside the warehouse to respond to the commotion he had created. When he got to the vehicles, he attached two HE grenades to the two aircars and the termite /phosphorus detonator to the armoured sky van with magnetic clamps. He set all three explosive to remote activation. This Is to make sure no one escapes. While studying the feed from the spy drone, he had noticed few metallic storage empty cubes scattered outside the warehouse building. He had decided to use them as covers during the shootout. He headed to one now position at an angle where he can see both the entrance into the warehouse building and the route by both sides leading to the back. These are only the possible areas he expects oppositions to come from. Four down and more than a dozen to go. Good odds for him. His positioning wasn’t too soon as he heard heavy foot steps and confused voices coming in from the direction of the side of the warehouse. The confused sounds turned to cry of anger.

“Damnit we have just been attacked. “ said a voice.
“But by who?” asked another person.
“I don’t know, “ replied the first voice. “We’d better find the dead meat who did this. “
“Is that Francos’ head? “ asked a new person.
“I think so, but where are the rest of him? “ put in another voice. “Oh I think that is his leg. Errgh. “ he threw up
“Shut the Bleep up, Dremill, Hendrick and do what I said. “ shouted the first voice which appears to be their leader.
Well Marvel decided to settle the issue for them. He switched his rifle setting from the three burst it was before to full auto fire. The height of the storage cube is about a meter. Marvel stood up and pointed his rifle to the direction of the voices. He noticed in the split second before pulling the trigger that they were six people standing there. They spotted him too late. Before they could scream to each other to scatter, the FTL stinger spat flame. Uranium core bullets tore through clothes, flesh and chewed chunks off the duacrete wall. Two bodies fell down life less, one of them was screaming loudly he crawled slowly away. The others where able to get storage cubes to hide behind.
“Reed help, my leg Is been blown up. Don’t leave me here for that monster to take me. “ the crawling man continue to cry out. None of the others replied in other not to give out their hidden places.
Marvel peeped by the edge of his hidden place, faced the muzzle of his rifle at the crawling man and send several bullets toward him. The bullets punctured him as he twitched on the floor and lay still, red liquid spilling from bullet holes. Lazer blaster bolts from three guns fired at him as he ducked back into hiding. The numerous bolt continue to strike at the storage cube he was hiding behind slowly chewing out bits from the body. Marvel checked his remaining rounds and noticed that that auto fire setting have drained the last of his bullets. He ejected the nearly spent clip and slapped in a new one into the stinger. He reset it for a three burst shot. He can’t continue hiding behind this cube for long, soon with the rang of fire hitting it, he will have no structure to hide behind. He needs just a break in the ferocious rounds of fire. It came few seconds later.

“Damnit, Reed I’m out. “ said a voice.
“So am I Reed. I have to reload. “ added a second voice.
“Shut up you two dimwitted fools. “ screamed the one called Reed. “You have given up our advantage. “
Smiling, Marvel palmed a HE frag grenade. These men aren’t trained fighters, they are just people taught to use gun in intimidating and harassing their victims. Before he could make any move, a voice sounded from inside the warehouse through the entrance.
“Hey what’s going on out there? “
“Boss it looks like someone decided to crash our party with guns blazing. “ replied Reed.
“What! Make sure he is dead and stays dead. “
“Sure thing boss. “ Reed assured.
Before Marvel decided to throw the grenade, he had taken a look again at the feed from his unseen hovering drone and calculated and judged the distance and angle between him and his targets.
“Get ready to rush him with your guns blasting.” Reed said loudly to the other two men.
Marvel threw the grenade and it landed close to the target. The metallic curved cylinder making a slight kink sound as it landed.
“Watch out, it’s a-“ the noise of the grenade exploding drown out the sound of his voice. Marvel looked from his hidden place as soon as the explosion ended. Both storage cubes they were hiding behind have been blown off, fire and smoke swirl in there place. Two new bodies where on the ground, one other person, whom Marvel suspects must be the one called Reed, was on his knees groaning, his clothes torn and bloody, but still holding on to his gun. He tried lifting his short rifle to fire, but Marvel didn’t give him that chance. He stroke the trigger of the stinger and blew the bloodied man backwards. The bullets making a mishmash of his body organs. But as was dying, the man hand held on the gun and it continued to spew out lazer bolts till it ran dry. Marvel ducked to avoid the bolts.

“Sh.it. Someone just wasted our guys guarding out. “ came out loudly from the entrance to the warehouse. Four silhouette human figures were framed at the door. They opened fire as soon as they sported Marvel. He ran for cover, rolled and perched behind several stacked duraplast crates. Parts of the crates sizzled and blew up as bolts from the four lazer rifles peppered them. The heat was getting intense and Marvel realized he have just seconds to look for another cover and put an end to the shootings. Well the seconds is all he needs. He feed another HE round into the grenade launcher of the stinger and considered his move. He needed Emmilio alive so he just can’t go on with gun blasting. He checked the drone feed again and discovered that Emmilio’s heat signature is far from the warehouse door and the four men were crowded behind it. So how can still blow up the door without hitting his bounty.
Time to put my fast legs to work, he thought grimly. He jumped from away from behind the crates, did a perfect barrel roll and pointed the grenade launcher at the door. He pointed it without any specific target but just the general door area. He felt two lazer bolts hit his body armour as he pulled the grenade launcher trigger. The explosion tore the open door from the hinges, knocked those hiding behind them off their feet and tore the bodies into pieces. Smoke covered the hole that had replaced the entrance of the warehouse. From the smoke, cough and curses could be heard. Marvel didn’t wait for the explosion to finish before moving from his present location. He moved to another cover of broken down hover fork truck by the left side of the warehouse. The truck had better and stronger cover than the storage cube.
“Who the hell is that responsible for all the light shows? “ Came from a commanding voice from within the building.
“We don’t know sir. “ A voice replied and coughed for a while before he continued. “We only had a glance of one man. “
“Just a man causing all this raucous? Hmmmm maybe someone on a suicide vendetta mission. Wonder how he got to know about this night meeting here. “ The commanding voice said. “Ok we have been compromised. Kleon get Rodney and Hartley, go out and secure the cars. Mill and Blimbey will cover your. “