Incoherent Musings...
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
The Final Resort
The scene that lay before him was ghastly to say the least. In a fit of rage, he had committed a sin he feared most. Murder!!. He had killed two of them in an unthinking second. But he did not regret it, He reasoned it was better them than he.....
It had all started a month ago. His was a peaceful life with his wife and his 9 month year old son, at a remote location in the wilds of Utah. He was the Director of the "Networks", an organization which was known only to the President himself, that handled classified information on the most wanted Terrorists across the globe.
But, it wouldn't be a lie to say that he had a premonition about this even before it had started. It had started to rain from the morning itself, on that fateful day. He was returning home after holding a emergency meeting with his first inline officers, briefing them on the whereabouts of Carlos, the most dangerous terrorist alive.
He was about 30m from his house, when he stopped in a stunned silence. An ear piercing scream rang out from the direction of his house. There was no mistaking his wife's scream. Drenched completely, he started running half blinded by the rain, even as in his heart, he feared he knew the reason.
His friends at the organization had constantly warned him about this though. But he had complete confidence in the Z class security systems deployed at his house and he had never taken his friends' advice seriously. He now knew for sure that those professional killers were after his blood. He had had a close encounter with them the previous month, and knew they meant business. It wouldn't entirely be a lie to say he had shifted his house twice during the last month, because of them. But they had traced him out somehow.
He reached inside the house, fearing the worst. As expected, he saw his wife battling against those wretched degenerate souls, unfit to be even called humans. He lost his temper. He knew he had to die one day, and he was an expert in close combat.
In a fit of rage, he had committed a sin he feared most. Murder!!. He had killed two of them in an unthinking second. But he did not regret it, He reasoned it was better them than he.....
Even as his hands were covered in blood, a dull whining sound reached his ears. swat!...Another one of those damned mosquitoes fell to the ground.
Even as his hands were covered in blood, a dull whining sound reached his ears. swat!...Another one of those damned mosquitoes fell to the ground.
Labels: Murder Mystery, Story
4 Comments:
Well well well... what have we here... will wonders never cease.
And why are all "most dangerous terrorists" called Carlos? One would think their mothers would know better. Mine did.
to reveal that is an infamita,.weren't you supposed to know that..
so lets jus say, the author was heavily into Ludlums and Forsyths when this was written..
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