Chaos Mortalitus Read Online Free
Author: Mark LaMaster
Tags: Fiction, Science-Fiction, Fantasy
when driving. "Omega, take me to scheduled locations and play mix one."
"Yes Mr. Mortal."
Attack choppers circle high overhead as Tyler Morgan slowly turns the ignition off on the speedboat that floats silently in open water on the Pacific. Surrounded on all sides, the cavalry closes in on the singular target as images from the last twelve hours riddle through his mind. His heart has fury to its beat, for there was so little time for strategy. Quickness of breath while he tries to calm his adrenaline filled nerves as the United States militaries have cornered him. With courage he made it this far, watching his dear friend leave his home on 4983 Utopia Drive only hours ago.
He was quick to his doorstep holding the package close, walking the path destiny has chosen and truly today is the beginning of something beyond imagination. "KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!" A voice says over a loudspeaker, with all iron sights locked on target.
"Here we go." Tyler replies lifting his hands into the air.
CHAPTER: 2
THE PYRAMID
Tensions flare in a dark interrogation room poorly lit with a central light that rocks gently with the ocean currents. Tyler Morgan sits shackled to a chair at a stainless steel table as two mysterious dark figures hover, drilling him with synchronized attacks. "Where is the Payload Tyler?! Where have you taken it?!" One of the soldiers says with a stern voice. "Do you realize your implication in all this?!"
"Being a matter of national security, you can be held indefinitely…without trial. Hell they can even try you for treason and then its all gas for you buddy!" The other soldier adds with a smirk.
Tyler looks up blinking steadily from the flickering light swaying above, his senses sharpened patiently refined. Mirrored glass in the back of the room camouflages the interrogation while a group of military personnel review a comprehensive analysis of Tyler's mannerisms during the procedure. Strangely enough the harden tactics have no effect on the man. "This is God's plan, for all of us, even the both of you. Can't you see it, the approach of destiny? I've seen revelations, I've seen what the fates might hold and your eyes will watch the heavens change as trumpets roar by the thousand, a new age approaches." Tyler replies with a strong voice.
"Keep tellin' yourself that bud! Keep in mind this isn't a joke smart ass. You're in a whole lot of trouble. This isn't a traditional branch of the government, we have no restrictions of any kind, meaning bad news for you Mr. Morgan, really bad news." The soldier says swinging across the table striking Tyler in the face, causing his head to jet downward with a spray of blood. "TELL US WHAT WE NEED TO KNOW DAMN YOU!!!"
"Greg, chill out!" The other soldier yells to his comrade.
"I've seen it… so will you… do what you will, I'm done with these questions." Tyler replies softly and turns his head away, shutting himself down in a sense.
Staring back at Mr. Morgan ominously, the two soldiers realize this man has no intentions of giving them the information they need. The two men exit the interrogation room and walk down a long hallway with piping catwalks over head. Coming to a stop in front of a double doorway at the end of the hall, they open the door and enter the room. Inside they find an older man standing in front of a fireplace in a large office. A fire rages as the man calmly stands sipping a glass of scotch, three ice cubes.
The man turns to the soldiers revealing an aged face with a dark stare. Sloshing the ice cubes about, the man sits in an executive recliner. "So we have potentially the biggest discovery of all time sitting in the other room, locked away in a madman's mind." The mysterious man says.
"Sir, Mr. Morgan isn't cooperating, he can't be broken Sir." One soldier says standing firmly at attention. "All his mannerisms report normal, he's a rock Sir."
"Any man can be
"Yes Mr. Mortal."
Attack choppers circle high overhead as Tyler Morgan slowly turns the ignition off on the speedboat that floats silently in open water on the Pacific. Surrounded on all sides, the cavalry closes in on the singular target as images from the last twelve hours riddle through his mind. His heart has fury to its beat, for there was so little time for strategy. Quickness of breath while he tries to calm his adrenaline filled nerves as the United States militaries have cornered him. With courage he made it this far, watching his dear friend leave his home on 4983 Utopia Drive only hours ago.
He was quick to his doorstep holding the package close, walking the path destiny has chosen and truly today is the beginning of something beyond imagination. "KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!" A voice says over a loudspeaker, with all iron sights locked on target.
"Here we go." Tyler replies lifting his hands into the air.
CHAPTER: 2
THE PYRAMID
Tensions flare in a dark interrogation room poorly lit with a central light that rocks gently with the ocean currents. Tyler Morgan sits shackled to a chair at a stainless steel table as two mysterious dark figures hover, drilling him with synchronized attacks. "Where is the Payload Tyler?! Where have you taken it?!" One of the soldiers says with a stern voice. "Do you realize your implication in all this?!"
"Being a matter of national security, you can be held indefinitely…without trial. Hell they can even try you for treason and then its all gas for you buddy!" The other soldier adds with a smirk.
Tyler looks up blinking steadily from the flickering light swaying above, his senses sharpened patiently refined. Mirrored glass in the back of the room camouflages the interrogation while a group of military personnel review a comprehensive analysis of Tyler's mannerisms during the procedure. Strangely enough the harden tactics have no effect on the man. "This is God's plan, for all of us, even the both of you. Can't you see it, the approach of destiny? I've seen revelations, I've seen what the fates might hold and your eyes will watch the heavens change as trumpets roar by the thousand, a new age approaches." Tyler replies with a strong voice.
"Keep tellin' yourself that bud! Keep in mind this isn't a joke smart ass. You're in a whole lot of trouble. This isn't a traditional branch of the government, we have no restrictions of any kind, meaning bad news for you Mr. Morgan, really bad news." The soldier says swinging across the table striking Tyler in the face, causing his head to jet downward with a spray of blood. "TELL US WHAT WE NEED TO KNOW DAMN YOU!!!"
"Greg, chill out!" The other soldier yells to his comrade.
"I've seen it… so will you… do what you will, I'm done with these questions." Tyler replies softly and turns his head away, shutting himself down in a sense.
Staring back at Mr. Morgan ominously, the two soldiers realize this man has no intentions of giving them the information they need. The two men exit the interrogation room and walk down a long hallway with piping catwalks over head. Coming to a stop in front of a double doorway at the end of the hall, they open the door and enter the room. Inside they find an older man standing in front of a fireplace in a large office. A fire rages as the man calmly stands sipping a glass of scotch, three ice cubes.
The man turns to the soldiers revealing an aged face with a dark stare. Sloshing the ice cubes about, the man sits in an executive recliner. "So we have potentially the biggest discovery of all time sitting in the other room, locked away in a madman's mind." The mysterious man says.
"Sir, Mr. Morgan isn't cooperating, he can't be broken Sir." One soldier says standing firmly at attention. "All his mannerisms report normal, he's a rock Sir."
"Any man can be
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