Mr Seddon - Leighton Sealeaf (books to read for teens txt) 📗

as he looked for a possible way down, other than an elevator that would be very obvious when they reach the very bottom, with the distinct ‘ding’ alerting any nosey ear in range.

“Good morning,” Leighton replied, as Hamish remained silent for the time being, instead casing around himself. “What’s the plan?” asked Leighton, who was nervous, not being a big fan of chemical-agents with unknown properties and side-affects.

“Ground units should be arriving, yes, there they are. Once they have cleared the area, the helicopter will immediately land and you will be picked up first, followed by Mr Seddon, and then I will just hook myself to the rope, to just hurry up the process.” The agent informed.

Meanwhile…

The SCAR-14 vans sirens wailed as they approached the office sector. The van had 4 people waiting in the back wearing advanced hazmat-suits and armed with weapons of different kinds. The team leader, Kian, sat the closest, to the door, facing Jim, the team’s arms man. Besides them where Kristie and John, both of which, had many duties to full fill.

They arrived and the door was opened by Kian, he looked at the gas, looked like mustard gas with some new chemical agents added. “Gas, Gas. Quick boys,” he muttered quietly to himself, something he does a lot, “an ecstasy of fumbling,” he said as he watched the employees and visitors on the floor, choking to death.

They both left the van quickly, Kian armed with his 9mm pistol and assault shotgun. Jim had his classic revolver in his holster and the LMG attached to him by a strap. The others in the van remained there, as they where quickly rushed and unequipped for the gas attack.

Kian and Jim both approached the massive hole in the wall, that had been caused by the van breaking into the compound. They breathed through the large ventilators, wired to their backs. As they emitted Co2, their window was fogged up slightly, however the lime water was able to absorb all of this. They continued to walk through the hole, tactically, they hopped over the rubble as the van drove away, to a safe distance.

“9-STAR,” Saturn, the drone operator said, using Kian’s code name, “there are 3 armed individuals in the reception area,”

“Saturn, any presence outside,” Kian replied.

“Negative,” replied Saturn, confidently,

“How many?” asked Kian as he tried to see through this misty, thick chemical agent,

“8 in total, or at least that I can see” Saturn informed, using the data from his infra-red scanner, that was able to use advanced high pitch receiving technology to send out a small burst of a high pitch frequency, and within seconds it would create a detailed 3D model of the building, by using complicated math equations to see how long it took for a burst of irritating noise, that was too high for anyone over the age of 2 to be able to hear.

“Where is Padlock?” Kian asked, using the codename for Leighton,

“Roof,” Saturn informed, “9-STAR, we have an issue,”

“Speak to me,” Kian said whilst approaching the reception area, where 3 of them rampaged through the boxes and other areas,

“The others are double timing it to the roof, they know he’s there,” Saturn said watching helplessly as the mercenaries ran up the stairs, edging closer and closer to the top floor.

“Rodger that,” said Kian before using hand signals to notify Jim to engage. Jim replied with a simplistic nod before both of them aimed at a victim and squeezed the trigger tightly, for a short time, enough time that a quick, 3 bullet burst flew out of Jim’s LMG and Kian was able to get a kill with his pistol. The remaining one turned around to see his comrades, he was horrified as he looked at the two, ominous men stood outside holding several guns. Their faded visors sunk deep into his soul and he dropped his weapon, before raising his hands, a successful attempt to not be killed by Kian and Jim, who the man could only identify by the numbers printed on the sides of their arms.

Kian walked in first, he kicked the man’s gun away and checked the nearby rooms, for any signs of human life. Jim followed quickly behind, he had a pair of zip-ties, he strung them to the man’s hands and attached them to a very conveniently placed bar. There was no time to loose. Whilst Kian and Jim ran to the elevator, noting that they would never reach the top floor in time by running up the stairs in their outfits, at the top a helicopter could be seen in the distance.

The roof SCAR-14 officer had managed to receive communications, despite the dull signal being weekend by some sort of witch craft they had deployed. However, the signal was way too weak for them to send literate communications, without the daunting risk that they would be drastically mis-heard and thus the mission might change from the typical evacuation, to a recovery of a deceased man.

The roof dwellers waited patiently, Hamish was directly besides Leighton and the SCAR-14 agent nearby. They each looked at the door, the two-gun wielding men held a cruel angle on the door way to the stairs and to the elevator.

The door to the stairs swung open. Armed men, of an uncountable number, walked out. Shots where passed on, but just as it seemed hopeless, the elevator door opened, Kian walked out, continuously pressing the trigger of his shot gun, whilst Jim squeezed tightly, their bullets, mercilessly penetrated their skin. The SCAR-14 officer peeked up, and was waved with a sigh of relief. He stood up and approached Kian, before saluting his commanding officer.

Hamish also got up, weary at the men who he was clueless of identity, due to his flaw in which he can’t memorize pages, upon pages of the different codes, names and positions within rankings of all units within the company.

The helicopter landed smoothly, with the thick smoke beneath. The co-pilot jumped out and opened the back, sliding door to the helicopter, out came the leader of bio-chemicals from Leighton laboratories worldwide. Whilst the man began to take pictures of the gas, Hamish directed Leighton into the helicopter with Kian. He also hopped in as the propelled air vehicle took off and into the sun set…

Epilogue

The crowd of reporters buzzed like thirst bees. They scrambled to ask every question imaginable as Leighton stood on the podium and spoke into the microphone:

“Today, early in the morning, my estate was attacked. It was attacked by a foe, known not to man, but to the very fear it creates within the laboratories. The gas used to attack me is unknown in every sense of the word, but what we do know is, that I was targeted by terrorists. Some may call them mercenaries, striving for money, but at least, most of them have some sense of care for the endangerment of civilian life. This is why, I am now spending £12 billion in order to catch these criminals. Thank you, the full, scientific report will be released soon, after the transport of the samples to the US Government, for testing.”

Leighton walked off, into his hive of security.

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Publication Date: 03-29-2020

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