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Saturn in Retrograde I 1:1
Note: the following post is taken from the novel Saturn in Retrograde, which I wrote in 2004. It is part 1, chapter 1. Part One
By Tom Baker5 years ago in Criminal
Saturn in Retrograde I Prolog
Note: I wrote Saturn in Retrograde in 2004, in one white-hot week of insoiration. Back then, the subject of violence and mass-casualty shooting incidents was very rare. Over a decade later, it is, alas, all-too-common. This novel was based on a school shooting tragedy of the period. It has become, in our era, I feel a novel that was strangely prophetic. But, you'll have to decided. I plan on posting the various chapters seperately.
By Tom Baker5 years ago in Criminal
The Job
Eight months, one week, four days, three hours, fifty-four minutes, and twenty-four seconds. That is how long it has been since the last job. Eight wonderful, peaceful months. Each day just as calm and quit as the last. My daily routine was simply really. 4:30 am, wake up. Run five miles, come back to the apartment, have breakfast. At 7 am go for a shower, arrive at the local coffee shop at 9 am. Enjoy two cups of coffee, read local Paper. At 12 noon, order lunch, the local favorite of grilled ham and cheese with buttered bread, and a third cup of coffee, eat. Take a nice stroll through the local running trails. At one point in time the hidden bodies would bother me, but they only calm my nerves now as I walk. And be back at the at the apartment by 3 pm. Prepared dinner, simple meat and veggie side dish. Clean all dishes. Clean the whole apartment from top to bottom. Take a shower and be in bed by 8 pm. Nothing every change. That is until today, upon getting home, a figure covered from head to toe in black tactical gear is waiting. I take a second to scan the area, as I grab the nearby vase and smash it into the intruder’s head. They draw a knife; I grab their wrist and use my elbow to snap their arm. Using my free hand, I catch the knife. Using all my strength I shove it into the left side of the attacker’s head. the Lifeless body now hits the floor. Opening my coat closet I pull out my silenced cult 45 and check the rest of the apartment. As I clear it the landline rings. Upon picking it up and placing it up to my ear, the snappy voice on the other end stated one thing, “we need you again, Silverstone.” And the line goes dead. I sigh heavily and set to work, five minutes later I head out. As I make my way north two blocks, an explosion can be heard. I turn back to glance and see the apartment complex has caught fire, I grin and head forward to the next job.
By MrzWriter 5 years ago in Criminal
The Bitter Truth
An undistinguishable chatter filled the room. Someone was speaking on the Secret Service’s earpiece and he listened intently while touching his right ear. Then, he looked at both women and they gave him their undivided attention.
By Ed Silva5 years ago in Criminal
The Bitter Truth
Cars zipped by endlessly as he observed the movement of Agents that were assigned to secure the perimeter around the Parliament. Richard stared at the front doors as they swung open. He raised the silenced barrel of the rifle from the windowsill and aimed the crosshairs on the person exiting the building. He used the thumb of his right hand to press a button on his watch to start the chronometer. Then he hit it again to pause the time as soon as the person disappeared behind a tree.
By Ed Silva5 years ago in Criminal
The Bitter Truth
London was awakening to a damp and gloomy day. The air coming in the room was so heavy with humidity that it became difficult to breathe. It was under such conditions that Richard Maxwell walked to the corner of the vacant room and looked out the window. The city was covered with a mist that caused the street to look eerie.
By Ed Silva5 years ago in Criminal
Quandary
1 It was after midnight but the place was lit up like a baseball stadium. I had planned for this unwelcome deterrent by paying an employee to steal a janitor uniform from an unsecured locker inside the bus station days earlier. I had purposely not shaved or showered that day to look as unkempt and in the role as possible. This was going to be a quick score but the getaway would be dangerous; we were going to steal $100,000 from my drug dealers boss.
By Vincent Maertz5 years ago in Criminal
The Tricksters
There has always been in Paris (but, alas, found equally everywhere in the world), a class of men whose only job is to live at the expense of others; these bold schemers have many adept maneuvers; there is nothing they do not invent, nothing their minds cannot conceive to bring, either, as they say, "by hook or by crook," or by one means or another, their victim into their cursed nets. While the main bulk of this army works in Paris, their detachments flutter by like birds into the suburbs, scattered in the rural areas, where they travel mainly by cheap public transport; this sad fact firmly established, let us now focus our attention on a nieve young woman, whom it will soon pain us to relate the story of how she was taken in such bold circumstances.
By Tom Baker5 years ago in Criminal
Fated
prologue Hey, my name is Akame Kuri. Yes, I know it’s a weird name but it’s the name I was given at five years old by the institute. Now the institute is a big organisation that advertises different small businesses over Tokyo, so why did they give me a new name? I can answer that one easy. The institutes full title is the institute of Chinmoku assassination training facility. T.I.O.C for short. And yes, you heard right, assassins. The institute is an underground part of the government that no one knows about. Remember when you were five years old and you had to do that weird exam week full of practical assessments and problem-solving issues? That was the institutes way of finding kids to kidnap and train. I was one of those kids so if you didn’t pass you should be happy… this is no life I would have chosen for anyone. Anyway, moving on. The institute doesn’t only train assassins they send them out on missions and give them contracts and I can guarantee every one of the assassins have been experimented on. I know I have. I was made a half breed between a witch and a vampire don’t ask me how I have no idea I was five and unconscious for most of it. The training was hard and painful I can tell you now. But I got my first contract at the age of ten, an old couple who owed a lot of money to the institute. I mean it’s not like I can refuse they have my twin sister captive so I did what any sibling would do. I took my poisoned katana and I went and killed the old couple. I cried so much that night but Its al part of the job. After that the killing came easier. Deep breath, get in, kill, get out. Soon enough I became the institutes youngest assassin and the best in the country. I never really thought of morals or why the institute wanted people dead its all part of the job so I did what I had to. That was until my recent contract.
By Anna James5 years ago in Criminal
God will punish the Wicked
God will punish the wicked, reads the big cardboard sign on our, no, on my wall. It's still hard to think of anything as mine: for so long they have been mine and his, ours. I'll get used to it, even Sarah says that, but nowadays I don't believe it anymore. It's been two years, and he's still here. He'll be here forever. I take a sip from the mug. The coffee is cold; like his limbs when I touched him for the last time. Shit, I whisper to myself, it's been two fucking years, get over it. But the truth is that I can't get over it, I'm in it. The coffee spills all over the counter, and the cheap porcelain mug cracks at the bottom. Shit.
By Hamza Ali5 years ago in Criminal
A London Night
The city’s tall buildings engulfed the skyline as I drive, an honour which didn’t feel like much of one in these trying times. London had fallen, at least as an economic power and the pound would get you half of your journey as the price of a ticket on the underground had risen. The blotches of colour that the sun brought at night were the only comfort and similarity that rose from the churn of the now quiet city.
By Charlie Alexander Beaumont5 years ago in Criminal
A Small Series of Snippets
The Beast is a city. About three hundred and five square miles with the tallest sky scraper reaching some eighteen hundred feet. The Beast is dirty, it is hungry, and it is vicious. From it's blackened bay and oily rivers to its bloodstained streets. If you live in The Beast then you must feed The Beast and it is never sated. There are many ways to feed The Beast.
By MC Kaatt5 years ago in Criminal