Chapter 3

You could see tempers were flaring and tensions were high but I knew I could land a plane in a nuclear bombing with ten billion soldiers and I could sure as day land now but of course I would not. I could not be responsible for all those deaths but thankfully I knew a guy who could, Minus. Thankfully in a military quarantine zone, my plane can change from stealth mode to stick out mode. Now I looked more like a young bachelor on a Friday night so desperate for a date that he was advertising in the sky than a highly trained, highly skilled personnel who could probably take out the universe if he wanted to. I stuck out ten rednecks in the capital building (of the U.S.) during a joint session. And sure enough, just like clockwork Minus flew up in his custom plane including, a targeting system that could hit light if it wanted to, a black hole and worm hole generator (for his traveling purposes), a device that can take away air from anyone in a 5,000 mile radius, a generator that can shut down all guns on earth and so much more. I know because I built the plane. His flying is good but anyone saying he was the best pilot they had ever seen obviously needs to get out more as they had never seen me. I could tell ten seconds in he would crash and destroy Rome. I called him up.

“Yo, Minus, former friend and possible future friend, you are about to crash into Rome. How will you live with yourself, how will you sleep at night, how will you be able to commit your duties knowing that you destroyed the first republic,  crashed into over 2,000 years of history, of real people who did real things, will you really do this to the best city on earth?” I hold an award for persuasion, got it from my padre. “OK John what ya got for me, how can I save Rome?” Minus loves Rome and history and Roman history almost as much as I do. “Well first press the silver button; it will protect the city itself. Now create a wormhole to bring everyone to an unpopulated farm. There you can crash without much death or destruction.

At the unpopulated farmlands I finally had time to confront minus about his choice during a period of truce. “John, I assure you if you had been with me at the time I would have seen the right choice as I do now. I wanna join you; to fight for what’s right. Come, right now, let’s leave, we can take Rome, then all of Europe.” He said without much convincing.

“I have a plan, it’s a good plan, and god himself told me so.” I explained the plan and we left for Italy, near Rome to be exact. When we arrived we found the castle Cullen had built, a huge stone keep, we planned our attack, and we had three plans, a siege on the castle, an invasion where we hit them head on and my spin on an Alexander the Great thing. We chose the last, a way to save more of our lives.

Minus planted me on the tower where I threw a bridge to the other adjacent towers. This was a big bridge and as Ajax has activated his gun thing in a small dose, making them incapable of shooting for the next while. They would have to hit me head on. And here they come. “To you who are about to die, I add a disclaimer and am in defense. O.K. so, don’t sue me.” Now they attacked me with full force and I fended off well, showing I could go for hours. After five minutes everyone in the fort was up on those bridges attacking me. I, then back flipped on to Minus’ plane and blew up the bridges with the charges I had planted earlier, fortunately, another few armies had already entered in as reinforcements. Now we rammed the plane into the tower which we had filled with high quality explosives and sped away as the castle blew up. In Rome, we met no army, only cheers from local people as we took back the city that had taken so many more.

Chapter 4

            “What” Nhoj’s voice raged with fury, “How could you let them get away, they were on our soil, on our tower, how could they have killed everyone, oh yeah well you can’t let him fill our tower with explosives, not anymore, you have a hit on your head now.” Nhoj had become president of Lacedaemon after Cullen’s death because Cullen had planted a device in Nhoj that upon his death transferred his conciseness into Nhoj’s body. Now Nhoj spoke to the man in front of him, Sirhan Sirhan. “Get me my best spy and one more thing; I want you to put back freedom. Give hippies the right to protest, give Christians the right to worship, give Jews right to take Saturdays off, let cults and conspiracies meet again, let free speech come back, get the press back to being the press, get back freedom of expression and get all the raciest, sexiest and prejudice groups you can find and get me a meeting with them, now!”

            Right after the passing of that Sirhan Sirhan went down to the bar at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue where one goes to find illegal business, information, mal practice and beer and it had always been that way. He had always preferred Buffalo because of Niagra but he had to admit D.C. could get you exponents of the information amounts of even Chicago, Atlanta, Detroit and New York City but could not beat LA, but that was okay to Sirhan Sirhan, LA was incredibly overpriced and Sirhan Sirhan enjoys the rush of running from the law and likes things to be on the down low, but in Cali everything is public and legal.

“So what’ll ya have sweet cheeks” the bartender asked irritated as the last 5 customers had asked her to name all the alcoholic beverages they have. “I’ll have a mix-up with a side of information” the waiter was now staring at him as he had just asked for, crack, all types of wine, all types of beer, all types of sprits, pure 100% alcohol, coke, coffee, cocaine, ground up nicotine, marijuana, a side of dip and everything you can smoke and every other drug on the market. They attendants just called it express lane to death in jail.

The attendant took up a smile, information was his specialty, and he not only enjoyed the fact that he could supply it all; he also liked the filthy corrupting money. He watched as Sirhan Sirhan left a huge multimillion Macedon tip. “I want to know about the leaders of prejudice groups. Start with the KKK then go from there. Tell me how to get into contact with those leaders. Here’s another 3 mill, one for confidentiality, one for information on a spy, the world’s best spy and one for spreading the rumor around that Cullen opened up freedom of expression.” Sirhan Sirhan got the information he needed and was on his way.

I hope you don’t mind but I have not introduced myself, I’m Annilator, omnipresent bird’s replacement, she became a character against the writer’s will. He let me be both a narrator and a character because I’m inanimate and my knowing that I live in a book does not affect the plot in any way. Now where was I? Oh yes, Sirhan Sirhan walked into the prison and came to a cell. Satisfied with where he was he began a conversation, a greeting, some small talk, discussing politics and sports and finally they got down to business.

“Why you come here huh?” the prisoner the author wants to remain anonyms asked in a gangsta dialect and a Boston/New York accent. “I came here to recruit you to be my spy for Edward Cullen. I work for him because his rule on earth has taken out all warfare excluding the instigating John Golden does. You work for him for whatever reason you want. If you want freedom, we’re offering freedom, if you want fame, we’ve got fame, if it’s power or money, we have both, if it’s other or a mixture of things we have both, anything you want. What do you say double 0 seven. There’s a signing bonus of freedom, a level of immunity to jail and this mix-up” Sirhan Sirhan enticed. “Ok” agent double oh seven answered.

While this meeting went on, Edward Cullen met with the leaders of prejudice organizations. He gave them freedom to do whatever it took to bring down those against Cullen and gave them the list of all the newspapers printing bad things about him, all the people who were not worshiping Edward Cullen, everyone who expressed views against Cullen and especially all the hippies, Cullen hated hippies. Then the mass murders came, just killing everyone on that list or some lucky ones were taken into concentration camps or taken in for brainwashing. The hippies went through a hippy holocaust as they all got holes burned through them. They were then sold as Hippilisar. The advertisement said “loves the environment and made from those who love it too”. Then Cullen started thinking everyone was against him and began killing everyone on staff who tried to get in an opinion, seeing enemies that weren’t there and laying out massive tests to find loyalties, like, setting fire to the city and seeing who leaves and laying out chemical warfare traps and seeing who, on his command would touch them. Those that left and wouldn’t touch the things were tortured.

In an underground base, a group met that was against him, a group made up of his own officers. They simply could not let history think that this was what all Lacedaemon people were and so they began plotting to kill him saying that this was the straw that broke the camel’s back.