anomalous mission to House.
“We’ve lost communication with the Vice President. She’s was on her way to a safe room in Ravenswood city; it was under control by fourth battalion but those things have left the area red coded. She has biometric access rights to a central supercomputer that can extract seventy-seven’s backup data from the hard drive you recovered,” Frank heaved a sigh.
“No one else has the codes?” questioned House dumbfounded.
“The encryption codes are known only to Jayne Reed, it was her personal baby. She is dead. Therefore, we need the Vice. Hardy is sucking up with the higher chain of command, I’m on my own. Politics and money, seventy-seven is a great asset,” pointed out Frank.
House piped up, “ Off the record Frank this is your call but the army is falling apart, this is one mission too many, a suicide mission, you know it, I know it, but I’m a professional and I’ll do it because I want to end this.”
Frank looked blankly up at House who turned and walked away shaking his head loathingly.
Frank watched the big man brief a platoon beneath skies that were quickly filling with darkened clouds. As soon as the men had kitted up, House lead them towards the looming towers of the city skyline. Frank then motioned for the rest of his troops to move out. Without a glance back at House and his soldiers Frank got into his Jeep and headed south following the tanks to fulfil their primary mission.
A cool breeze filled the deserted city streets. The buildings dwarfed the platoon armed with silencer side arms and M-240 machine guns. House, and his second officer Finn, lead the platoon deep into the city of the dead.
Finn trod carefully, “Can I speak freely, Sir?” House nodded his consent to his fellow officer and oldest friend. “This is the Tarvos all over again, one bull-crap mission too far, our orders, go to a tower block in the middle of this city to rescue some politician that no one even cares about; how many friends must we lose for one suit?”
“ Personally...” he sniffed, he was coming down with a cold. “ I agree with you, but Huck it’s the job we’ve chosen, this is what we do.”
House’s bulky mass shivered as his fever sweat caught the cool breeze. With a glancing look, one dark brown eye looked Finn up and down. House was worried, realising Finn had changed somehow these last few days, shaken and stirred like a vodka martini.
Finn lowered his gun, “Yeah, but that was before, when the dead stayed dead, it freaks me out House, sir, I can’t sleep, I can’ t eat. My daughter coming back crawls under my skin, it haunts me, I close my eyes and she’s there. I don’t know what’s real anymore.”
House tapped Finn’s helmet with his hand. “The job Finn is the job. The mission is real. Stay alert.”
House raised his gun to Finns head. Finn froze, his eyes wide and fearful, all his training forgotten, he was a rabbit caught in House’s headlights. House is going to kill me! He panicked. House let off a shot. Finns knees wavered, as he was slow to realise that House had executed one of the walking empty souls that ambled nearby and not shot at him. The grey, drained corpse collapsed on its self like a concertina. Finn rested his hands on his knees, relieved and unable to speak. House continued to walk on as Finn drawing deep breaths managed to compose himself, as his fellow soldiers helped him along avoiding the pile of skin, bone, and tattered clothes that lay on the floor.
No amount of today’s science could determine why the dead had risen and studies could not explain why they did not stay dead. The dead were in search of nourishment required to keep those small parts, the core of the brain and nerve system powered and in some cases regenerated. Many of the dead had organs missing: heart; lungs; uterus; liver; kidney; pancreas and stomach. All of the dead that could be mobile were mobile. With an amplified unexplained electric surge even
“We’ve lost communication with the Vice President. She’s was on her way to a safe room in Ravenswood city; it was under control by fourth battalion but those things have left the area red coded. She has biometric access rights to a central supercomputer that can extract seventy-seven’s backup data from the hard drive you recovered,” Frank heaved a sigh.
“No one else has the codes?” questioned House dumbfounded.
“The encryption codes are known only to Jayne Reed, it was her personal baby. She is dead. Therefore, we need the Vice. Hardy is sucking up with the higher chain of command, I’m on my own. Politics and money, seventy-seven is a great asset,” pointed out Frank.
House piped up, “ Off the record Frank this is your call but the army is falling apart, this is one mission too many, a suicide mission, you know it, I know it, but I’m a professional and I’ll do it because I want to end this.”
Frank looked blankly up at House who turned and walked away shaking his head loathingly.
Frank watched the big man brief a platoon beneath skies that were quickly filling with darkened clouds. As soon as the men had kitted up, House lead them towards the looming towers of the city skyline. Frank then motioned for the rest of his troops to move out. Without a glance back at House and his soldiers Frank got into his Jeep and headed south following the tanks to fulfil their primary mission.
A cool breeze filled the deserted city streets. The buildings dwarfed the platoon armed with silencer side arms and M-240 machine guns. House, and his second officer Finn, lead the platoon deep into the city of the dead.
Finn trod carefully, “Can I speak freely, Sir?” House nodded his consent to his fellow officer and oldest friend. “This is the Tarvos all over again, one bull-crap mission too far, our orders, go to a tower block in the middle of this city to rescue some politician that no one even cares about; how many friends must we lose for one suit?”
“ Personally...” he sniffed, he was coming down with a cold. “ I agree with you, but Huck it’s the job we’ve chosen, this is what we do.”
House’s bulky mass shivered as his fever sweat caught the cool breeze. With a glancing look, one dark brown eye looked Finn up and down. House was worried, realising Finn had changed somehow these last few days, shaken and stirred like a vodka martini.
Finn lowered his gun, “Yeah, but that was before, when the dead stayed dead, it freaks me out House, sir, I can’t sleep, I can’ t eat. My daughter coming back crawls under my skin, it haunts me, I close my eyes and she’s there. I don’t know what’s real anymore.”
House tapped Finn’s helmet with his hand. “The job Finn is the job. The mission is real. Stay alert.”
House raised his gun to Finns head. Finn froze, his eyes wide and fearful, all his training forgotten, he was a rabbit caught in House’s headlights. House is going to kill me! He panicked. House let off a shot. Finns knees wavered, as he was slow to realise that House had executed one of the walking empty souls that ambled nearby and not shot at him. The grey, drained corpse collapsed on its self like a concertina. Finn rested his hands on his knees, relieved and unable to speak. House continued to walk on as Finn drawing deep breaths managed to compose himself, as his fellow soldiers helped him along avoiding the pile of skin, bone, and tattered clothes that lay on the floor.
No amount of today’s science could determine why the dead had risen and studies could not explain why they did not stay dead. The dead were in search of nourishment required to keep those small parts, the core of the brain and nerve system powered and in some cases regenerated. Many of the dead had organs missing: heart; lungs; uterus; liver; kidney; pancreas and stomach. All of the dead that could be mobile were mobile. With an amplified unexplained electric surge even
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