Still tip-toeing through the material; next week there shall be more weapon action.
A time travel two years prior to the events in this piece in The assassination of Steven Merritt
28th of September, 2024
“Senator Merritt! Senator Merritt! How would you comment on the development of the events from earlier today?”
“Senator Merritt, what would you say to the people of America? How would you assure them the streets are safe?”
“Senator Merritt, wouldn’t you agree that the statement you made two weeks prior to the breaking and entering in the new Prime Industries facility, which was that your impenetrable defense system will be taking over the national security of the country, has been completely destroyed and proven weak after what happened today? The safety has been compromised; what are your actions from now on?”
Steven Merritt stopped on the last marble step of the U.S. Capitol building. Chief of Security Paul Mulligan stood on his right.
“Currently the police force and its officers are managing to contain the wave of people protesting in the city center, and no military involvement is considered necessary. I can assure our citizens it will all be over before the day ends. My only plea towards the people watching is to remain calm.”
The senator smiled.
“What about the weapons stolen from your company? Has a list been made; do you senator know what is missing and what may outburst over the public?”
Steve Merritt opened his mouth but Chief Mulligan waved his large hand to attract the attention of the journalists.
“It has been made. The weapons have been located and are being collected and stored into safety as we speak. Now please, no more questions”
The senator and Paul Mulligan made their way to the black Mercedes limo, followed by a dozen journalists and cameras.
A reporter turned over to JS TV’s camera “While senator Merritt was unable to answer how his flawless system was breached earlier today our spokesmen downtown tells us the situation at the heart of the city continues to be hot and may derail once more. The President is about to give a spe..”
The voice of the anchorman was interrupted as the sensor monitor turned black.
The two men sat in the backseat of a car parked in an alley downtown. The parade of posters and shouting through megaphones people marched before them. The riot was growing.
“Where do you think the “culprit” is now?”
The older man chuckled. It was a sour chuckle.
“He’s sipping his whiskey in Merritt’s office”
The younger man nodded.
“As you suspected”
The older mam’s eyes sparkled behind the glasses.
“This is theater. Each act welcomes more actors to the stage and the plot becomes more complicated. At one point the audience is unsure whether to trust the main characters. But still, they stay until the curtain falls. We’re merely at the beginning of this performance Jaquel. And we want a peak backstage. Merritt, he is only a string being pulled at the right moment. And that moment is now.”
“We know the outcome of his actions. They need to be prevented.”
An envelope with pictures of a building in a desert region secured by huge machineguns with Prime Industries logo on them was handed to Jaquel. A yellow package containing two devices was also given to him.
“We believe the so-called stolen guns are strapped from their specialties and filled with blanks, whilst those of the armed troops are not. If you fail there will be anarchy tomorrow. There will be death. You are aware you’ ll be in danger at all times. There are powerful men watching today. The faceless ones. They will want to see more of Prime Ind. weapons in action. Let us disappoint them for now. First Merritt. Then the rest. “
The younger man, a tall brunette with a scar on his left cheek nodded again and stepped out of the vehicle.
Across the street a boy nearly eighteen was smoking a joint and observing the scandal. The view bored the teen and he backed to find another path around the scene when he spotted something metallic sticking from behind a trash can. He looked around. Then he picked up a handgun. On its handle there was a fingerprint recognition center. The boy thought “cool” and placed a thumb. The biometric system, intentionally set to enable firepower to anyone’s DNA, analyzed the current owner in 1.2 seconds and the LED light on the back of the pistol flashed green. The internal timer set the pistol to be active for 120 seconds. The system registered the lack of original ammunition. The power dropped by 78%.
The weapon felt heavy in his hands. He pointed it at the trash can and fired.
In the meantime an armored van pulled over at the barricade set in the middle of the street and more police officers jumped out of it. They wore helmets and held shields pushing back the crowd. One officer stopped and stepped away. His helmet was registering the activity of one weapon from the list with stolen items from Prime Industries. The helmet scanned the street. The heat sensor picked movement in the back alley, left on the street. The search through Prime Ind.’s base gave a positive ID on the weapon – Ultim Digital; Prototype weapon ID code: X3422; Characteristics: 22. caliber, semi-automatic, 15 double penetrable bullet shells at 20x distance, optional attachable laser corpus IRIS with zoom-in.
The cop made his way to where the boy was still admiring the gun.
“Drop the weapon and we won’t have a problem okay kid?”
The boy looked at the heavily armed officer; his helmet was shining black, the visor not revealing the face, but reflecting the city lights. He gripped the handle of the gun tighter and pointed it at the officer.
“I found it. It’s mine.”
The officer lifted his shotgun; the laser aligned vertical on the handle was red; and pointed at the boy.
“Drop it kid.”
Terrified and shaking the boy squeezed the trigger.
The red light immediately switched to green as the shotgun spat a single bullet.
The blank bullet ricocheted from the armor of the cop; the pointy bullet whirled, for a split second the noises around going numb. The boy was thrown back by the impact of the bullet hitting his chest; he dropped before his fake bullet had bumped into the Nano suit of the cop.
The visor lifted, two blue eyes staring in amazement.
The atmosphere heated.
Not the end…soon to be more!