Guns and Swords: Conspiracies

[Harakiri]

Chapter 1:

 

 

 

Two black sniper rifles sat atop a large building. Two people stood on the building, one adjusting the snipers scope, and the other watching. A light breeze ruffled their hair. They wore no masks, and instead wore suits, the ties slightly off.

 

The man at the sniper quit adjusting, and hit a button, locking on to something. He then went to the other one.

 

This sniper rifle was odd looking, with a larger barrel, and some sort of canister inside. He slowly adjusted it. He then looked back at his partner.

 

"I'm ready."

 

"He's there?"

 

"Yes."

 

The man held the trigger of both sniper rifles, and counted to five. He then shot the large barreled one, and then, a second later, shot the normal one.

 

There was an explosion, and then screams from the streets.

 

"Good job." The partner said. He picked up the odd looking sniper rifle and the other man took the normal sniper, before they walked off.

 

 

 

Two people stood outside of the oval office.

 

They both wore suits, and stared ahead drearily, staring off into space. There was nothing better to do when guarding the president.

 

Soon, they would actually be put to work.

 

There was an explosion, and a grunt, followed by a splash. Glass fell onto the floor of the oval office, and the guards ran in. They then saw the president slumped over his desk, and blood staining the floor and nearly two yards away on the wall.

 

"Holy ****!"

 

 

 

A large cargo plane flew over the Atlantic Ocean, heading to Europe. Inside, a pilot and two other men sat.

 

One of the men was Zach Archer, the other was James Newman. They sat together behind the pilot, dozing lightly. The pilot was named BOB. BOB was his code name, a stupid code name, but his code name otherwise.

 

As they were nearing the half way mark of their flight, a call came up. The pilot responded hurriedly, and nearly screamed when he heard what the man on the other side said.

 

"Zach, wake up!"

 

Zach opened one eye.

 

"What?" He asked.

 

"The presidents been assassinated!"

 

"WHAT?" Zach stood up, and ran over to the radio in the cockpit, and grabbed a headset.

 

"What the hell happened?" Zach asked.

 

"The president was assassinated in the oval office. An emergency meeting is being held, they want you to attend."

 

"Right."

 

Zach threw the headphones off and told the pilot to turn around.

 

James woke up then.

 

"Whats going on?"

 

"As always, something bad happens while we're away."

 

"What happened now? A building explode?"

 

"Worse."

 

"What?"

 

"The presidents brains are all over the oval office."

 

"Sonuva[bleep]..."

 

 

 

Zach sat at a long oak table in a room completely painted in white. It was sound proofed, and the only machine anywhere inside was a camera in the corner, relaying to all of the major intelligence and protective agencies of the United States.

 

The vice president sat next Zach, and there were three empty seats, one was for the leader of the NSA, and the other two were the top NSA agents.

 

Zach was looking at pictures of the Oval office. He'd noticed something suspicious outside of it, little metal things, parts of some kind of grenade.

 

Zach continued examining pictures. Soon, the vice president stood, and yelled out.

 

"Where in Gods name are the NSA! We need them right now!"

 

Suddenly the door opened and two NSA agents walked in. Zach stood automatically, and examined the two men.

 

"Don't sit down you two."

 

"What?"

 

"Nice of you to show up. Now then, lets first start by saying, with me sitting around here, you better be scared, and should have been when you killed the president."

 

"WHAT?" The vice president screamed out.

 

"First of all, noticed the red palms. Been screwing with a sniper haven't you? Second of all, you guys look pretty weary. Bloodshot eyes, somewhat wobly..."

 

"Thats because we have been monitoring Europe all night! And thats where you should be!" One of the agents interjected.

 

"Plus, you guys are late...AND that grenade, it was shot from a sniper."

 

"WHAT?"

 

"The NSA has been working on a prototype for a grenade launching sniper. It would eliminate the need for grenadiers, and people to carry them. When you have snipers safely sniping away at large groups of people, it does much more than a lone bullet can. And, well, the NSA has completed the prototype, oddly enough yesterday...was this a test? Because if it was, its pretty large scale. First of all, this puts the NSA in a really bad position. Second of all, you might be wondering how I knew any of this...well, those shards from the grenade were in a cylinder shape, which is being used specifically for this weapon. Also, you might have wanted to not have a sniper bullet hiding in your legs knife sheath."

 

"WHAT!"

 

"I notice everything. That bullet bulges a bit at the very top, and I can see it through your pant leg. Arrest these guys."

 

The vice president was to busy looking at Zach in astonishment to call for them to be arrested.

 

"Why are you doing this? We deserve a trial!"

 

They both pulled pistols from their suits and shot at everyone in the room. The vice president fell in a spray of brains and blood. Two more men fell, both from the CIA, and all the others hid under the table. The two men aimed their guns at Zach.

 

"DIE!"

 

Zach drew a sword from a hidden sheath found at his back. The silver weapon was used only in emergencies, and he preffered it over a pistol.

 

He decapitated one of the men, and smashed the gun from the other mans hand. He then rammed into the man, and slammed him into a wall. He held the man, aiming his sword at the mans foot.

 

"Tell me what I want to know or I will lop off each of your toes, and then cut your leg until I have a thousand slices, as thin as salami. WHO IS YOUR BOSS!"

 

"The NSA MAN! THE GUY AT THE TOP!"

 

"WHO?"

 

"I don't know! He hired us! We worked in the NSA for a year, preparing for this day, and getting everything straight, making everyone trust us! DAMMIT! KILL ME! He will do worse than you could ever do!"

 

"I cannot."

 

Zach did a Karate chop to the mans neck, knocking him out. He then opened the door to the room, just as the guards ran in.

 

"Take him to cell 17, and get these people out. Also, might want to take care of the bodies. "

 

"THE VICE...!"

 

"Yeah. Send the body of the dead agent to Linnings. He'll be able to get the mans history."

 

Zach walked out of the Pentagon and got on his cell phone.

 

"Linnings. Zach. Got a body, and some people for you to get some history on..."

[Bluejayfan94]

Ratchet! You're back!

[Harakiri]

Ratchet! You're back!

 

 

 

I AM! WHERE?

 

 

 

AND how was the story noob?

[Bluejayfan94]

I'm not a noob. And it was great... Continue?

[Harakiri]

I'm not a noob. And it was great... Continue?

 

 

 

Maybe...I needed to fix a lot of it though...The dude shot a grenade because the oval offices windows are bulletproof...really powerfully bulletproof...just needed to clear that up...

[Bluejayfan94]

I mwas kinda wondering about that.