GIS: The Necrocon Files
By: John LeRoy
Chapter 1
(This is for those who like GIS. THis ficiton is self contained and does not involve in any way really Section 9 or the other chars in GIS: STA. However, it does contain elements of that world created by the artists of GIS.)
All was quiet upon the streets of the city, the night's life stream flowing uninterrupted in the form of various pedestrians on the sidewalks and cars on the streets. The people of the city pass through its crowded streets, unaware of the events taking place elsewhere.
On the east side of the city, the side of a skyscraper's fifth floor explodes as a man dressed in combat gear flies out of the building through the explosion of flames and glass. Landing in the street, knees bent, amidst a group of startled pedestrians, the road cracking under him as a small crater forms from the impact of such a drop from the height he fell. Terrified, they flee the scene as the man stands, dusting himself off; seemingly oblivious to what had happened.
His broad chest covered by combat vest, its straps and pouches held everything from ammo clips grenades to a knife. His waist was encircled by a belt that held more pouches with various tools, and also held the straps of two holsters that were strapped to his legs, each holding different weapon. Strapped to his right leg was what seemed to be a single shot grenade rifle, while on his other leg sat a riot gun. Under each arm was holstered a gun, one a magnum, the other a 9mm.
Well, seems this new cybernetic body is as good as they say. It took that fall as if it was a walk in the park. Not to mention how well it has performed thus far in the mission. Wonder what else it can do. He turns to leave when the doors of the building fly open and several armed men rush out to surround him, their semi-autos already locked into the rock and roll position.
He looks around, quickly taking in the situation, his cybernetic brain processing the new information as quickly as it was received. Bending his large knees, he pushes off the ground with his powerful legs, launching himself high into the air as the men started firing, their rounds passing under him and instead into each other.
As the men fell, their bodies bleeding from numerous holes, the man lands again on his booted feet, his body movements' fluid and controlled. "They could have at least tried to make this a little harder. I've had harder missions babysitting my sister's kids." Laughing, he turns and jogs out of the streets, heading down a dark alleyway.
As he ducked into the alleys, he hears the cocking of a handgun. Thinking quickly, he ducks and turns, pivoting on one foot as the gun fired and the bullet passed just above his black red-tipped hair. He pulls out 9mm as he back flipped high into the air, up and over a second volley of shots as another gun entered the battle.
Landing with knees bent, he took aim at his stalkers, two men in all black with red eyes, and fired his gun twice, each bullet hitting its mark with excellent precision, driving the men onto their back. Those guys had prosthetic eyes. They must be some kind of assassin squad. Better, watch myself then.
Turning, he jump sat the nearest wall, and then pushes off it towards the opposite wall but higher, quickly traveling the height up the two buildings in that way until he reached the roof of one, flipping forward from the opposite wall and landing silently on the roof. Looking around, his eyes shifting easily as his vision easily adjusted for the low lighting, he sees no other threat. Smiling to himself, he runs off into the night, traveling by rooftops.
Sirens wailed as red and blue lights flashed as the police cruisers arrived, flying through the air towards the scene of the office building where the man had been only moments before. On the eighth floor of the building, a man sat in a large black leather chair, his large fat chest ripped open by buckshot, blood all over the desk in front of him. A man stood in a black suit, with gold eyes and long black hair, comb down to either side, stood in front of the desk taking off a pair of dark shades and pocketing them.
He walked over to the figure in the chair and checked for a pulse, already knowing there would not be one. Upon confirmation, he smiles wickedly to himself as more people came into the room, one in a gray suit walking right up to him. "Rex Marhiku I presume." The man holds his hand out to shake the others as Rex turned to him. "Do not call me by that name. I am Necrocon, and you will address me as such." His gold eyes narrowed at the other man, the man visibly shrinking back.
"I sorry Necrocon I meant no disrespect." The man turned away from the piercing gold gaze that had become infamous within the organized crime syndicates of the city. He looked at the former kingpin of it all, an almost sad yet ambitious look on his face. Catching the look, Rex's eyes narrow sharply. "Don't even think about it. I will be taking his place as the Neo Kingpin." The other man gulps and takes a step back bowing.
"Very well then, Neo Kingpin Necrocon. It might interest you that the police have arrived." The man beams as if he had found some nugget of information that was denied to the rest of the world. Rex turns away and looks out the window, out into the night. "I know that you fool. Anyone with two eyes in their heads can tell that. How about you do me a favor and get me the room's security footage, as well as the footage for the fifth floor."
The man jolts to action, running out of the room and towards the security center as Rex muses on the events of the past 5 hours. He had been in his penthouse, relaxing comfortably with the company of a very lovely lady when he had gotten the call about the attack. He had almost immediately rushed to the scene to see the proof for himself that the Kingpin was indeed dead. Proof that all of Rex's scheming and plotting had finally paid off, with him at the head of a powerful organization that literally controlled the city.
The man returned shortly after that with two flex screens, or flexies, handing them to Rex while trying to catch his breath. Rex places one screen under his arm after rolling it up and then holds the other in front of him. He taps the screen lightly and then observes the night's footage of the former kingpin's office.
Much as he had suspected, a man armed to the teeth, looking much like the descriptions from the few guards that had survived the blast on the fifth floor, rushed in and pulled a riot gun from his leg, firing it into the former kingpin's chest. Then, having accomplished that deed, he turned and ran out off screen as he exited the room, heading for the fifth floor no doubt.
Rex hands the flexie to the man before pulling out the other and playing it. The same man from before rushes into the server room and stops in front of a group of large servers. He slings a small box like object off is shoulder and pulls something on it before placing it on his shoulder and pointing it in the direction of a large group of databanks and servers. As he does, a group of men rushes into the room with weapons held in front of them, pointed at the man.
The man pauses for a second before for flames erupt from the box as missiles emerge and fly into the databanks. He then drops the box, turns, and runs for the window, pulling something from his vest as the databanks explode behind him, shaking the room. He drops whatever he had pulled from his chest and jumps out the window as the objects explode behind him, causing even more damage. Shortly after they explode, the camera shakes, and the image goes blank, indicating the camera was destroyed by something.
Rex smiles grimly as he hands the other flexie back to the man. "Any idea what destroyed the camera?"
"Yes sir. Shrapnel from the grenades the man left behind embedded itself in the camera's lens, disrupting the rest of the feed." The man takes the last flexie and turns to leave. "If you don't need me sir, I'm going to go take care of the cops." Rex turns walks over to the man to whisper in his ear. "After you deal with them, find out any info you can about military model Cybernetic bodies that match the body type of that man. That man was obviously a cyborg, and his body's proportions suggest a military model." The man nods and then leaves, leaving Rex alone with his thoughts.
