No More Heroes

A small black zodiac raced towards an oil tanker that moved slowly through the waters off the coast of British Columbia. Lightening flashed across the night sky as the zodiac pulled up beside the tanker. Carpenter moved a hydraulic arm in to place stretching from the zodiac to the hull. At the end of the arm was a powerful magnet used to hold the zodiac in place.
Once secure to the hull Carpenter checked the magazine of his glock 30 pulling the slide back, happy with the action, he tucked the silenced weapon in to the holster under his left arm. Sliding on two highly engineered gloves that featured webbing over the palm and fingers he placed his hand against the hull. The weave held firmly as he started to scale the tankers hull. Each movement had to be calculated and measured, the glove had to make contact on tanker’s hull at a certain angle or he would have no grip and fall to the dark waters below.
Peeking over the edge Carpenter spotted two sentries on the deck. With a smooth roll of his right hand the glove peeled of the hull. The glock was in his hand and with two quick shots the sentries fell dead. Hauling himself aboard the deck of the tanker he dragged the dead bodies to cover.

Checking his watch quickly he had only thirty minutes before the terrorist organization called Shadow Group launched an Environmental Disrupter. He had first seen the weapon in use over a small island in the Atlantic on a computer screen during a visit to a secret CISIS bunker in B.C. When the device was detonated it took seconds for the island to break apart and disappear under the aqua colored waters. Everyone in the room stood in sheer awe and terror of what they had just seen.
His orders were simple destroy the weapon, the ship, and a K.O.S order was issued for the leader of Shadow Group a ruthless Canadian who called himself Lucius.
Carpenter moved to the bridge house, locating a staircase he followed it down until he was below the water line. Setting C4 charges on the hull he heard voices coming from behind him. Moving to the dark shadows behind the staircase he pressed himself against the cold steel of the bulkhead. The flat black clothing he wore blended him perfectly in to the shadows.
Two men holding AK’s stopped in front of him, he knew that he could easily kill the two with his combat knife but in this case it would be better to leave them. It would be nearly impossible to conceal the bodies below deck.
He listened to the men talk briefly about being at sea to long and the need for female company. In the back of Carpenter’s mind a clock ticked down and if these men didn’t move on soon he would have no choice but to end them.

Lucius paced the bridge of the ship. The hard steel walls had been retrofitted with a bulletproof glass dome giving him a 360-degree view. He looked to Macabre who was a nasty fellow with a long scar that ran down the middle of his face. “Have the Canadians and Americans paid yet?”
“No word on the money transfer, perhaps 100 Billion was to much to ask. Maybe they are stalling.” Macabre shrugged.
Lucius glanced up at the clock. “Fifteen minuets to pay, lets see what they decide to do.” Lucius looked out at the deck of the ship, secretly hoping that the U.S and Canada would not pay. “Macabre one more thing. Don’t ever say I ask for too much. Or I’ll strap you to the rocket and fire you in to oblivion.”
Macabre nodded, he knew that a threat coming from Lucius was no threat at all.
An alarm sounded on the bridge, in unison Lucius and Macabre turned to look at the monitors.
“I knew they would send someone body.” Macabre said.
“Jack Carpenter.” Lucius said without hesitation, he knew CISIS would send their best agent. “We are to close to let a cockroach ruin everything. Would you mind going to greet our guest?” Lucius asked.
“Not at all.” Macabre cracked his knuckles.
Lucius reached for a tranq gun and loaded it with a dart filled with a yellowish liquid. “Keep his attention Macabre, I’ll do the rest.”

Lights hung from steel rafters swaying back and forth as the storm slammed against the hull of the tanker. Carpenter bent over the control panel on the first of seven rockets trying to shut it down. The dim lights in the hold brightened up and he found himself surrounded by men armed with various types of automatic weapons.
“Hey Jack how have you been?” Macabre said with a cruel smile. “And could you please back away from the control panel? I’d hate to get blood over my boss’s new toys.”
Carpenter stood there and backed off the control panel turning to look at Macabre. “I see you are still hanging around with that pile of shit.”
“He doesn’t pretend to be more then what he is. Unlike CISIS with offices full of wannabe spies sitting behind workstations pretending they are playing Call of Duty. Besides he pays better then CISIS ever did.”
“How much does it cost to buy an agent now a days?” Carpenter needed to keep him talking. The disarm sequence had be initiated and was almost at 100%.
“Carpenter you wait, one day your country will sell you out. When you are on the other side you will see how easy it is operate with lack of rules, regulations, and red tape.”
Carpenter looked around at the men that had him surrounded. “What now Macabre?” He still had an ace up his sleeve and would blow the C4. “At least my hands are clean of innocent blood.”
“Don’t fool yourself Carpenter you have a trail of blood just as long as I do. The only difference is I’m paid better. Now why don’t you come down off that platform and we can go somewhere and chat?”
Carpenter smiled and instead of climbing down the metal staircase he leaped over the edge and took cover behind one of the legs of the platform. He pulled out the remote detonator and held it in his hand. His thumb hovered over the glowing green button.
There was a puff of expelled air then he felt a sting in his shoulder. He looked over and saw Lucius standing there. Carpenter’s mind sent a signal to his thumb to press the button but his thumb did not move.
Lucius walked up the platform and ended the disarm sequence then stared down at Carpenter from the top of the platform “I am lost for words. I expected more from an agent with your caliper Carpenter, figure that outwitted by a piece of shit. In case you are wondering why you can’t move, you have been infected with a nasty little concoction I created. It paralyzes you, but as you can see you can still breath. This is so I can get hands on.” Lucius looked at Macabre. “Take him to the bridge, I want him to see the show.”
“My pleasure.” Macabre walked up to Carpenter. “I’ll take that detonator if you don’t mind.” Then smacked him over the side of the head with the butt of his pistol rendering Carpenter unconscious.
“The rest of you find the explosives, check below the water line. Once you find them toss them over the side, I don’t want any chance of the explosives going off on their own.” Lucius said on his way back to the bridge.

Up on the bridge Carpenter woke to find himself kneeling with his hands tied behind his back and his feet tied at the ankle. “You wont get away with this.”
“Ah he has come around, Carpenter I highly doubt there is anyone here to stop me. Your superiors had to much confidence in you and because they have not paid they will pay the price for your failure and their ignorance.” Lucius looked over to Macabre. “Hand me your pistol.”
Carpenter’s knees started to sting from kneeling on the steel grated floor. He could see the deck of the oil tanker beginning to open and the tips of the seven rockets peeking through. “You’re wrong, I am not alone. I do have back up.”
Lucius shook his head. “You have a false sense of hope my friend. But at least you have faith that someone somewhere is doing something.”
“I have it because I trust those around me, I have faith in my country and the men and women that serve her.” Carpenter snapped.
“I have faith that once the world witnesses the end to North America that I will be a very rich man. And they will keep paying me from bringing all they know and love to an abrupt end.”
“So you’re not going to tell me your master plan? It’s just all about money?” Carpenter was running out of time he had to try to stall until he found away free of his bonds.
“Carpenter you have seen to many Hollywood movies if you think I am going to tell you my master plan.” Putting the pistol to Carpenter’s head. “This is a real gun and inside are real bullets and I’m not reading from any script, no one is going to yell cut. You just have to realize that there are no hero’s left. You’re a dying breed.” Pulling the trigger there was an echoing pop that sent pieces of skull and brain on the floor behind Carpenter as his body fell over dead. “Please dump him over the side. I want to be able to enjoy this.” Lucius turned his attention back to the rockets that were now on deck. “Macabre say hello to a new world.”
“Hello new world.” Macabre chuckled thinking that he would like this new world now that Carpenter was no longer apart of it.
The tanker started to vibrate with the sheer power of the rockets engine as it blasted. Lucius and Macabre watched it until it looked like a star in the sky. They had lost sight of it until the sky lite up like it was on fire. North America was coming to an end and the rise of the world’s greatest villain had begun.

The End.

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