posted on Mar, 30 2004 @ 02:14 PM
The two men following him certainly stood out. At least to him they did. Trying to be inconspicuous as they watched him wander up the sidewalk full of
people on their way to work. He noted two on foot following at a distance, one in a car down the street, a woman with a coffee sitting at the bus
stop, and from the flash of sunlight he caught a minute ago, they probably had an observer or two on the rooftops. Let them try he thought. Checking
his watch, he couldn't help but grin as he continued down the street strolling casually.
"I have encrypted comm signals relaying from your vicinity", a soft monotone voice chimed in his cell phone earpiece.
You're about a minute too slow Faith, he thought to himself. Oh, she was amazing though, no doubt. Even after working with her for six years and
having exchanged ideas with her for another two years prior to that, he still had no idea who she was or how she accomplished such amazing things. It
didn't matter he told himself. How they met seemed a bit of pure chance, yet he often wondered what led Faith into seeking him out after he had
joined the ATS forums simply on a whim. Did she know more than he thought she did? It was plausible from what he had learned about her over the years,
she just didn't fail.
No matter he chided himself, get back to the task at hand. Continuing on, he crossed the busy street and continued to weave through the morning crowd
on the other side. He hated working in the morning, operating in daylight, but it needed to be done. His black hair was cropped short and with his
gray slacks and sweater, he fit right in with the bustling crowds.
"Decoding encryption now, 30 seconds."
"Copy", he replied in a whisper, not really surprised she could break the encryption that fast.
No running. No getaway. The legendary MIBs seem to be all smoke and mirrors, but he knew better. Now he was at war, and they were not going to like
what he was about to do.
"Decoding complete. They are discussing intercepting you when they have a window of opportunity."
"Well then, time for me to give them one", he stated. Even as he said the words, he was in motion turning sharply into an alleyway and increasing
his pace slightly.
"They are registering your position and moving to intercept", Faith stated with no emotion.
Tires squealed as a black van entered the alley at the other end, and raced straight toward him. Likewise, he could hear footsteps of two people now
running up behind him. The van halted, doors opening sharply as two men exited and approached leaving the driver behind the wheel.
"Mr. Burke, we need you to place your hands behind you and then come with us", the blond with sunglasses stated as he approached.
"Why? What did I do?"
"Just cooperate Mr. Burke and you won't be harmed."
He grinned. The "Burke" cover was still solid. Faith kept her word that it would be rock solid, but these were the top echelon regarding national
secrets. How the hell did she do that?
"Well boys, I'm a little late right now...so how about another time?"
"Last warning Mr. Burke", the blonde stated with not a trace of humor on his face. The other three had now circled him. All serious folks he noted.
Big, solid, and stern with the exception of the blonde who was of a bit slimmer build.
"Actually guys, I'm not Mr. Burke so this must be a mistake."
A nod from the blonde sent the two men behind him into motion, reaching for his arms. Party time he thought. With a sudden rush he exploded into a
blur motion spinning quickly, one hand lashing out catching the first attacker on the chin. The punch landed solid and stunned the bigger man back a
couple steps, but left him standing. A quick reverse spin and leg sweep took the other off his feet and to the ground.
"Mr. Burke", that blonde stated sharply "no more games or you will be hurt."
"No more games then gentlemen", he replied with a devious grin. "And the name...it's not Burke, it's Exodus".
Seeing the surprise on the blonde's face was enjoyable as it sank in immediately who he was. Before he could utter a word of warning to the others
though, Exodus extended his hand in a blinding motion and the cheap ball point pen shattered the blonde's sunglasses, entering a good four inches
through his right eye. The howling scream he let out as he went down, created a momentary shock with the other three men, but Exodus was still moving.
A blur of vengeance. The one he had punched before, received a kick which shattered a kneecap followed by an open palm strike to the nose. Moving left
he blocked a lunge from the next, grasped the wrist and promptly broke the arm at the elbow with a forearm smash from his other arm. He continued to
twist the arm until the attacker went down hard face first. The third took a couple steps back during the exchange and was drawing his sidearm.
Before he could straighten to take aim and fire, Exodus was on him. One hand grabbing the gun, the other striking the man in his throat hard enough to
create surprise. With one fluid motion he jacked the slide from the gun, spun around grabbing the man by the back of the head, and drove the newly
release slide straight under the man's chin. The body dropped with a flow of blood as the van motor revved high, and it powered itself backwards,
lurching into the street and out of sight.
He walked over and stood next to the blonde who was still moaning and writhing in pain on the ground.
"Now, the shoe is on the other foot my friend."
"You're a MYTH," shouted the man through his pain. "You don't exist!"
With a chuckle, Exodus replied..."Yeah, you don't exist either. Faith, have Bible move in for pick-up and tell Mother Superior we'll be home for
lunch, package in hand."
[Edited on 30-3-2004 by ZeddicusZulZorander]