Chapter Twelve - Nemesis
London, England, May 22, 2024
Hakan stepped out of his room, and headed down the stairs, his Koran and prayer mat under his arm. Entering the kitchen, he found Alex, Wasp, Wizard
and Shorty eating breakfast. Alex greeted him as he came into the room. “Morning Hak.”
“Good morning,” Hakan smiled at them.
“Morning,” Wasp and Shorty said, almost in unison.
“Good morning Hak,” Wizard replied. “Want some breakfast?”
“I will soon, I must pray first. Where is Daystar?”
“He said he is going up onto the roof.”
“How is he today?”
“Quiet,” Wasp said.
“I see,” Hakan said. “I will go and see him then. I’ll be back in a while.” He turned, and opened the back door, and stepped out into the
yard. The warm sun shone down on him as he walked across towards the back of the bar; it was going to be a beautiful day in London, with not a cloud
Passing the garages to his right, Hakan saw that one of the garage doors had been opened, and inside, Astral was hovering over a motorbike. “Good
morning Astral,” Hakan greeted him.
“Hi Hakan!” Astral dragged himself away from his bike, and walked over to the imam. “Did you sleep Ok?”
“I did, thank you. Do you mind if I pray up on the roof this morning?”
“Go ahead,” Astral replied. “Day is up there at the moment.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you later.”
Hakan walked away, heading for the bar. He opened the door, and climbed the two sets of stairs up to the roof.
As he stepped out into the sun again, he saw Daystar practising fighting by himself. Hakan watched as his friend leapt into the air, and threw a
gigantic sweeping kick. As he landed, Daystar followed up with a flurry of punches.
“Impressive,” Hakan said. “You have been practising a lot.”
Daystar stopped, and looked across at his commander. “Good morning,” he said quietly.
Hakan advanced towards him. “I need to speak with you,” he said.
Daystar threw another punch at his invisible enemy. “About what?” he asked.
“About you and Mickey,” Hakan replied. He saw Daystar halt for a second, before throwing another punch.
“What is there to say? He betrayed us, and I’m gonna kill him.” He prepared to punch again, but stopped as Hakan placed a hand on his
“Please,” the imam said softly.
Daystar dropped his fists down to his side, and faced Hakan. “Ok,” he said.
Hakan saw a group of boxes at the other end of the roof. “Let’s sit over there,” he said.
They walked over to the boxes, and sat down, side by side. They stared into the distance for a while, not saying anything. They saw the skyline of
London directly in front of them, the Corporate Tower the tallest of the buildings.
“Hak,” Daystar said at length, “I’m sorry about going nuts yesterday.”
“You do not need to apologise,” Hakan replied. “You were all tired, and you were angry. Your reaction was understandable.”
“Maybe understandable, but not acceptable. I was out of order, and I am sorry.”
“Do not apologise,” Hakan said. “It is I who should be apologising to you and the others. You all saw what I couldn’t. You all knew Mickey was
Daystar glanced aside at him as the imam continued. “I hold myself personally responsible for what has happened to Andrew, and I hope Allah can
forgive me, as I hope you can.”
Daystar looked down at the ground. “I forgive you. You were deceived. Mickey is the one who should be asking for forgiveness. Not that he will
Hakan smiled weakly. “Thank you,” he said.
Silence engulfed them again, and they sat for a while, watching the bustling city stretching out before them.
“You realise,” Hakan said after a while, “that you are my second in command now?” He looked aside at Daystar, who nodded.
“Judging by what the others have told me about yesterday, I am confident you will do well as my lieutenant,” Hakan continued. “It took courage
for you to do what you did for Mohammed.”
“Thanks Hak,” Daystar mumbled. “I feel different, though. I feel numb.”
“You had to shoot a friend. Nobody should have to do that, but you did it to stop his pain. You helped him.”
“I guess.” Daystar got up, and looked down at Hakan. “But my heart hasn’t realised that yet.”
Hakan got up, and looked Daystar in the eye. “It will soon. Trust me, my friend, you did Mohammed a favour.”
Daystar smiled. “Thanks Hak.”
“Now,” Hakan said, smiling back, “have you had breakfast yet?”
“You had better have some then. I will join you after my prayers.”
“Ok.” Daystar turned, and walked away, disappearing through the door. Hakan looked up to the sun, shielding his eyes, before facing east, towards
As it grew hot outside, Wizard and Shorty sought refuge in the air-conditioned haven that was Astral’s office. Entering the room, they found Julia
leaning back in the chair behind the desk, a phone pressed against her ear. She smiled and nodded at the two freedom fighters as they entered the
office, before continuing with her conversation.
“So you haven’t heard anything? Nothing at all? Ok, but keep your eyes open Ok? Thanks mate.” Julia turned the phone off, and put it on the
desk. Wizard sat down on one of the sofas, and Shorty walked slowly over to the desk.
“Any luck?” he asked.
“We haven’t heard anything,” Julia said, an edge of frustration in her voice. “This guy has disappeared off our radar.”
“Crap!” Shorty said loudly.
Julia smiled at him. “We’ll keep asking around though,” she said.
Wizard got up from the sofa, and wandered over to the desk. “I might be able to find him,” he said quietly.
“How?” Julia and Shorty asked him at the same time.
“I can’t believe I didn’t think about this until now,” Wizard continued, almost talking to himself.
“What?” Shorty asked.
“I can look into the files for hotels and places like that.”
“How?” Shorty asked again.
Wizard nodded at the laptop sitting on the desk. “With one of them,” he replied.
“You can hack?” Julia raised an eyebrow.
“Cool!” Shorty was impressed.
“Very cool!” Julia said. “Do you want this one to use?”
“No thanks,” Wizard said. “I have my own, and it has everything I need. I’ll go and get it, and then I can help the search.”
He turned, and walked out of the room. Shorty watched him leave, before turning back to Julia. “I didn’t know he could hack,” he said.
Julia laughed. “It’s always the quiet ones who are full of surprises.” She paused, and looked out the window. “Or the apparently crazy
“What do you mean?” Shorty asked.
“Nothing,” Julia replied, turning back to face him. “You want a drink?”
“Yeah, I could do with a drink thanks.”
Julia got up, and walked over to a cabinet in the corner. Opening the door, she revealed a refrigerator concealed inside, and pulled two bottles of
fruit juice from inside.
“Here you go,” she said, passing one of the bottles to Shorty.
“Thanks,” Shorty said, taking the bottle. “So, how long have you been friends with Daystar?”
“Well,” Julia replied slowly, ”he used to part of our crew, until he met some guy called Andrew.”
Shorty looked at her closely, but said nothing.
“Andrew was a nice guy,” Julia continued, “but a little too political for my liking. Day liked him though, and they got on like a house on fire.
When things with the military and the Corporation started getting really bad, Day said he had to leave us. We asked him not to, but he said it was for
our safety that he left.”
“I see,” Shorty said thoughtfully.
“It was a shame, because he was a good member of the crew, even if he sometimes acts like he has a screw loose. I guess he had joined you guys
“Was Andrew with you guys?”
“He was, but he was captured.”
“Ah! Is this the guy that got dropped in it by this Mickey person?”
“Yes,” Shorty replied, an edge appearing in his voice.
At that moment, Wizard entered the room, carrying a laptop case. “Ok,” he said, placing the case delicately on the desk. “I can use this to help
look for Mickey…” he paused, and looked at the others. “So where’s my drink?” he asked with a grin.
The day dragged on, slowly getting hotter and hotter. Gradually, everyone found themselves seeking refuge in the coolness of the office, or in the bar
below. As was their habit, the cell members had turned their surroundings into a command centre of sorts, with a map covering the half of the desk
that wasn’t being used.
Everyone was busy, or at least, some where pretending to be. Wizard was still busy with his laptop, Wasp was cleaning his rifle, Shorty played chess
with Hakan, and Daystar was reading his favourite book, The Art Of War. Alex watched them all silently, whilst sipping a cup of strong coffee, a
medical journal sitting on her lap. Julia was busy on the phone again, calling various people in search of clues as to Mickey’s whereabouts.
Wizard stared at the screen wearily, and stifled a yawn. He scanned the list on the screen, and froze as he saw a familiar name halfway down the page.
He peered over the top of his laptop. “Guys? I think I found him!”
The quiet room suddenly buzzed into life, and in an instant, everyone crowded around the desk.
“Are you sure?” Shorty asked.
“How can you tell?” Wasp wanted to know.
“There might be loads of people called Mickey Hillier in London,” Alex reminded him
“Ssshhhhhh!” Wizard said. “This particular Mickey Hillier checked into this hotel last night, and he gave photo ID.” He tapped a few keys,
then turned the laptop around, so the others could see. Mickey’s face stared back at them.
“Outstanding Wiz,” Daystar said. “Well done!”
What’s up?” Astral asked, strolling into the room.
“We found him,” Wasp informed him.
“When shall we hit him?” Shorty asked. “Now?”
“Tonight,” Hakan said. “You must get prepared before you do this.”
“Me and Amy will come with you guys if you like,” Astral offered. “I hate people who grass.”
“Your help would be greatly appreciated, Astral,” Hakan replied.
Mickey strolled out of the hotel, towards the waiting car. The cool evening was a pleasant change to the heat of the afternoon. He got in the
driver’s side, shut the door, and pulled away from the front of the hotel.
He concentrated on the road ahead, and saw the traffic lights ahead turn red. Mickey slowed to a stop, and watched the traffic move across the
junction in front of him.
Suddenly, a car screeched to a halt in the lane next to him, its rear passenger windows level to his driver’s side window. Curious, Mickey watched
as the window slowly opened, and he recoiled as he saw a familiar face. He ducked as the menacing shape of a Desert Eagle was thrust from the window,
and floored the accelerator.
Daystar smiled, and fired into the car. Shorty appeared from the sunroof of the car, and fired down into the roof of Mickey’s car as it sped away.
Astral slammed his foot down and they followed Mickey across the junction.
Behind them, in a second car, Amy, Wasp and Wizard followed, Wasp standing up out of the sunroof like Shorty, his MP7 in hand.
Mickey pulled himself back up in his seat, and steered the car through the traffic ahead. He looked in his wing mirror, and saw his pursuers closely
behind. His view was interrupted as a bullet slammed into the mirror. Mickey gulped, and faced forwards.
Amy swung her car out from behind Astral’s and tried to move up the side. Mickey saw it coming, and pulled out in front of her. Wasp took the
opportunity, and filled the back of Mickey’s car with lead. Mickey ducked down again as the bullets annihilated his rear windscreen, and switched
Shorty offered no kinder treatment, and emptied a magazine into the car. Daystar, leaning out of the rear window, followed suit.
Mickey gasped as a bullet whistled past his ear, and frantically scanned the street ahead for something that could help. A large sign ahead indicated
a multi-storey car park was close. Mickey threaded through the traffic, and swung into the car park, crashing through the barrier. He swung the car
around the car park, zipping past rows of cars, making his way slowly towards the top level.
Upon reaching the top, he found the level had relatively few cars. The surrounding skyscrapers provided a faux galaxy of stars to the night sky, and
added to the illumination given by the lights of the car park. Mickey headed for where the cars where parked.
He looked up, and saw something in his rear view mirror. Wasp stood next to one of the pursuing cars, taking aim with a rifle. A flash, a report, and
Mickey lost control of his car, as a bullet shredded his tyre. Mickey slammed his brakes on, but still smashed into one of the parked cars.
Wasp grinned, and got back into the waiting car. The two cars drove forwards, stopping a short distance from the car. Piling out, the freedom fighters
surrounded the traitor’s heavily damaged vehicle, Astral and Amy covering them from the cars.
Daystar walked slowly up to Mickey’s door, and wrenched it open. Mickey was leaning back in his seat, his hand massaging his neck. He looked up at
“Let’s you and me have a conversation,” Daystar said. He stepped away, leaving the door open.
Mickey slowly dragged himself from the car, and faced Daystar. “Move,” the younger man said, ushering Mickey along with his pistol. Mickey
complied, and the pair headed for the edge of the car park, the other cell members following a few paces behind.
Daystar suddenly stopped, whilst Mickey continued on a few paces, before turning and looking back. Daystar lifted his pistol, and pointed it at
Mickey felt the panic rising. He had to try something. “Can’t we talk about this?”
Daystar smiled. A smile Mickey had never seen his former associate use before; a thin veil over intense hatred. The gun lowered a few degrees, and
Mickey cried out as the powerful bullet ploughed into his shoulder. He staggered back, before falling backwards. Daystar advanced, raising the pistol
Mickey clutched his shoulder, blood pouring from between his fingers. He looked pleadingly past Daystar at the other members of the group. Wasp’s
eyes where cold, unforgiving. Wizard’s where full of quiet anger. The pair’s faces however, were blank. Shorty however, was almost looking down
his nose at Mickey, as though the wounded man was something Shorty had just scraped from the bottom of his boot.
Mickey tried to pick himself up. He made it to his knees before another idea presented itself. He looked up at Daystar. “Look man, I have money!
I’ll give you a nice cut!”
Daystar switched his aim again, and fired, hitting the hand that clutched Mickey’s wounded shoulder. Mickey cried out again, as the bullet tore
through his hand, and entered his already damaged shoulder. The hand fell away from the shoulder, and landed on Mickey’s lap.
“Do you know what nemesis means?” Daystar asked. “A righteous infliction of retribution, manifested by an appropriate agent.” He turned away
from the fallen man, and walked the few paces to where his friends where reloading their sidearms. He turned to look at Mickey again, and took aim
with his pistol. His comrades raised their weapons.
“For all your treachery, you can now die on you knees,” Daystar said.
The group opened fire, and didn’t stop until they had emptied their magazines. The gunfire eventually subsided, and Daystar turned away.
“Let’s go,” he said quietly.
[edit on 9-3-2005 by Daystar]