American Spook E-Book

Curtis L Fong

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

He is An American Spy. A Spook in spy jargon.  A direct descendant of The Great Pale Face Warrior General Armstrong Custard. All men want to kill him and All women want to love him. Every country wants a man like him.  The spy genre is raised to the next level with American Spook. American Spook reinvents the spy genre. Take a look into The deep dark world of The American Spook. 

Leseprobe

Curtis L Fong

American Spook

Never Tread on Me

Dedicated to all The men and women of the real life secret agencies. Who protect their countries from foreign and domestic threats.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

And Justice for All?

He was sitting in the court room surrounded by bullet-resistant glass and a room shitful of armed police guards and armed baillifs. His attorneys standing and sitting beside him. He was chained and bound sitting in an uncomfortable position in a custom-made escape-proof wheelchair. The female Judge Marsal looked the defendant in the eye chained to his escape-proof wheelchair.

"Is he high on drugs or disabled?", asked Judge Marsal.

"Judge not or be judged" , answered The defendant.

"The defendant Mister Charles is accused of Terrorism, Blackmail, Extortion and Assassination. How to you plead innocent or guilty. Mister Charles.", said Judge Marsal.

"I plead neither." replied Mister Charles.

   And Then, A round piece of the concrete floor dropped Mister Charles and his wheelchair on to a maze of subterranean tunnels. A group of masked men pushed and moved Mister Charles through a series of labyrinth mazes. They were followed and chased by The U.S Marshals Service officers. Who had the look of amazement on their face. Bad things rarely happens. So, They were caught totally by surprise. They were loaded down by too much donuts and coffee. The courthouse police officers couldn't and wouldn't pursuit  because Their main job was to transport defendants and protect the safety of the judge and courthouse. The masked bad guys formed a delaying action to delay The U.S. Marshals. The U.S. Marshals were delayed for just a moment. It was enough to propel Mister Charles and his wheelchair over and out the cave-like exit. It flew through the air and caught in midair by a Quadcopter. A daring bold move and some what dangerous. That was executed with precise timing and plenty of man hours of practice with development of skill. The Quadcopter escaped with Mister Charles. He was sweating bullets. This was only a few times in his criminal career. That, He showed signs of being human. But none of the masked men notice it. They were too preoccupied with the job at hand. The snatch and grab was a success. As, The  Quadcopter was flying. Mister Charles wondered. Who had bailed him out and for what inhuman purpose? It was going to cost him. Either in money or flesh or blood. He owed forever for his very costly escape. Whatever forces were pulling the strings. Mister Charles knew that. They have power in high and low places. They have inside and outside help. They had to have inside help to pull off the escape with success.         

The Balance of Power

 Twelve of the world's greatest Rogue agents were seated around The Roundtable of Retribution. Their faces were covered with white masked and They wore from shoulder to ankle black judge's robes. They didn't know each other but knew of their peers reputations. They knew each others dirty deeds as it was called in their profession. In the world's oldest profession killing. They belonged to an elite secret society called The Balance of Power. They came from all over the world and different walks of society life. They wanted to mold the world in their own image. They wanted to put end to greed and war of countries. They would use their talents for peace. A contradiction of sorts. They were assassins with morals and a conscience to boot. They would only kill humanely to change the world and make it a better place. The laws of natural selection applied to them. Those who couldn't adapt or change were weeded out. Mister Charles stood up inside The quadcopter. He was blinded-folded. He could tell their voices were electronically altered.  They were hiding or trying to hide, who they were.

"What do you need with Mister Charles?", said Mister Charles.

"Who we are is no concern of yours", said the voice.

"We know of your talents, Mister Charles", said another voice.

"We want you to do us a favor", said a different voice.

"We have provided you with the means. It's up to you Mister Charles to provide us with your talent and expertise", said then another voice.