Okay..... Fine I just read what I wrote... It's really crappy!!!!! Okay let's thing of something sensible to talk about...... :-)
K....... Seriously NO ONE READ THE REST OF THIS IF THE FIRST PART WAS BAD I HAVE A FEELING THE REST IS GONNA BE WORSE....
So I was thinking, I started writing this book long long ago.... Have not got beyond 5 chapters....... So new Idea, i'm gonna post these 5 chapters on the blog and keep updating the story here...... Maybe I'll complete it because it's online..... Hmmm, I hope so anyway...... If anyone likes it please let me know......
Prologue – The World – The year 2026
The World Order changed, No governments no countries….only the business moguls controlling everything that happened in the world. The biggest of these moguls, a man named Jack Connolly. His business empire spanning right across both sides of the Atlantic…all those who came in his way crushed either by tough marketing or the mob. All the other businesses which survived either owed something to him or just paid him off, so that they could stay in business or just became one of his subsidiaries of some sort. This made him the unofficial Emperor of the western world.
Only four years ago the whole world had been rejoicing the eradication of the most corrupt element in the society………the governments, in the biggest coup in the history of the planet the people of the world came together and decided that they were better off just opening up the planet, breaking down all the borders that separated the nations of the world, becoming one big huge mass, where anyone could go anywhere and pursue whatever he or she pleased, but there were no guarantees that they would be supported in any which way. All the currencies evolved into one single currency and they decided to just name it…. RUEA(Royal Union of Eutopia). In all this celebration though a decision was made to have a contingency plan in case the entire plan went bottom up.The people of Australia who wanted to enter the world economy would do so and would do so and then the Australian and New Zealand would form the fallback plan. It would be the one place in the world where the courts and the police would continue to exist, in case all order was to break down. A decision would be taken by the New World order as to when and where these troops are to be deployed if it became necessary. This new world order consisted of all the business corporations which would act like a world parliament to decide if and when the need should arise. This meant that petty crimes would be ignored and Survival of the Fittest would become the motto of the world once again. It was like a combination of New world economics and old world survival.
Chapter 1 – July 23 2026 New York City
Jack Connolly wakes up in his king sized bed to find that his wife Liz is still sleeping… but for Jack the day must begin at 6 in the morning with his almost ritualistic exercise routine in his gym. For all his money he appeared to be a normal man, 6 feet tall, dark brown hair, slightly graying but built like a pro wrestler. But, his house alone would be big enough to be an airplane hanger. He liked things Big.
Just as Jack walked into his gym, his secretary Ms. Jane Doyle followed him in, she was a tall brunette with dark brown eyes and a killer smile. She had a crush on her boss from when she had come to work for him, something about his physique and the graying hair, seemed to mesmerize her. As with Jack he turned around to find her there, he didn’t look surprised to see her this early in the morning. He gave her a pleasant smile and said “ So Ms. Doyle what are my commitments this morning, who’s getting the axe, who’s giving us trouble, which product’s booming and which one’s burning a hole in my pocket.” With that he turned to his exercise bike and began his workout. As he worked out she began reading out his day’s schedule and the market positions of his various companies and products. All seemed to be well in CY Systems…Connolly’s enterprise. Once she was done Jack said to her, “Jane now that business is out of the way let’s talk pleasure…Liz and I have come to a mutual understanding, She wants my money and I want her in bed, but you know that it’s not only her I want…” with that the two of them were in a deep long kiss.
In another part of town, a totally different world, a world where people lived in small hole in the wall apartments is Chris Stevenson, all of 22 years, blonde hair running down his face, a sculpted jaw with a deep dark scar chiseled on it, he had a physique of a natural athlete, was just about getting ready to leave his apartment when there was a loud knock on the door, he opened the door to find Dave his friend of 10 years standing at the door looking like he had just had a run in with some mafia don. The strange thing is that it was not far from the truth…because just a Chris opened his mouth to find out what happened Dave blurted out “ Chris, I need a place to hide, Connolly’s men are after me.” With that he barged into the house and just crashed onto one of the sofas in the room. Chris didn’t look surprised at all, because he knew his friend really well, he was one of the members of the resistance who went all the way to find a way to bring Connolly down, at what ever cost and restore some kind of balance to the world. This was something which didn’t agree with Chris since although he too wanted change he thought he would bring it through working his way through the system and not breaking through it…. He felt that there was no way that one man could fight any kind of system, especially a business empire like Connolly’s. All he wanted was his own little piece of the pie. Despite the differences in his beliefs he would protect his friend.
After about an hour Chris finally left for work. As he was on his way all he could think of was his conversation with Dave, of how he and his mates had got into one of CY Systems top secret military installations and tried not only to steal some more arms for what they viewed as the forthcoming war but also to sabotage some of the latest projects in the works. Everything seemed to going according to plan but just as they entered the main installation guards from all sides opened fire upon them, Chris remembered how Dave was pulling back his tears as he was describing how all his mates got gunned down by the CY Systems guards…he had managed to get away with the only other survivor, the driver.. Tim. It all seemed very strange to him, it was almost as if they were expecting them… it was extremely strange, he was sure that they had a traitor in their ranks working for Connolly. As Chris reached his office at CY Systems…there seemed to be a clamp down on the building, Chris showed his ID card and entered the high security building, as he walked in he wasn't surprised to find the cleaning crew all at work getting the dried blood off the floor. Mr.Conolly did not like it. But just as Chris entered his office he was taken aback.... The cleaning crew had not yet gotten here obviously... There were blood splatter all around his room.The blood bath which Dave had just described had taken place in his office.
Chapter -2
Jack Connolly walked into his office to find his chief of staff standing at the door waiting for him. Connolly acknowledged his presence and he followed him into his office. Just like his home his office was a lavish room with a fireplace in one corner and a large window overlooking the entire city of New York, it was furnished in a silvery metal which gave the a very futuristic look. Connolly sat down on his chair swiveled around and put his legs on the table, expressing all his confidence and disdain from everyone around him. “So Mr. Davidson what’s the problem now?” said Connolly. “Sir, the break in at the main office yesterday by the radicals…” he paused and surveyed the room and then continued “we managed to successfully terminate them, but two of them managed to get away.” “Mr. Davidson, you are ruthless, we are talking about human beings here, I told you that I want them captured not executed.” and then looked at him as if he were looking for some kind of explanation. “But sir…” “Shut up you dick, I told you no survivors, I want to put an end to this damn radical movement, find those two people and get rid of them!” Just as Davidson’s face was becoming small, he began gleaming hearing his boss’ remarks. “ Sir, I can guarantee you that the movement will be put down once and for all, not all of the insurgents were killed in the clash, one girl survived. I am sure we can break her. She will tell us the location of the HQ of these radicals and we will put them down once and for all.” “You talk too much Davidson, I want action not talk!!!, has she said anything yet?” “She’s been drugged sir, but doesn’t seem to bee talking yet.” With a rage that Davidson had not seen before, Connolly got of his chair and rushed him and threw him to the ground. With Davidson leveled beneath his feet and fuming and almost frothing at the mouth, in a combination of fear, anger and anticipation, Connolly said, “Listen, these bastards have cost me enough, and I down want anymore excuses, I WANT THEM ALL DEAD!” with that he got off Davidson, and indicated to him that it was time to leave. Davidson slowly got up gathered himself thanked Connolly and exited his office. As he was walking out all he could think of was what his boss had told him and how angry he looked. Davidson knew he was justified in his rage, because no one deserved what had happened to him, leave alone Jack Connolly.
Davidson drove directly to the CY Systems main building, but didn’t enter through the official entrance, but went in the way the infiltrators had broken in. He didn’t know what he expected to find but his experience and gut told him that it was something worth checking out. He parked his SUV just outside the metal fence they broke through, his logic told him that there would be no use checking the fence for prints, as it was electrified, but just as he passed through it, he was stopped by one of the CY Systems’ security at gun point. All Davidson had to do was look up at him and the guard just turned around and walked away. That was his reputation, each and every member of his staff knew him and to his credit he could say the same for at least 40% of them. He got down on his hands and knees trying to trace the path they would have taken into the building, when a thought struck him. There was no way to enter the main building without a retinal scan, so the simplest way to find out the identity of the traitor would be to check the records for the previous night. So he went up directly to the computer room and logged into the system with his own private password. This gave him system permissions, many people didn’t even know existed. As far as all the computer geeks in his company knew, the retinal scan was just a system comparative search, but what it actually did was far more radical, one of the things being a separate time in database. As Davidson logged in and brought up the details for the previous night, Chris Stevenson walked into the room. As Davidson noticed him entering the room, he turned off the monitor and turned to him. “What can I do for you Mr. Ss….” “Mr. Stevenson sir, Chris Stevenson” Chris replied. “Yes I know who you are, so answer my question, how can I help you?” “Sir…I actually, nothing sir, I was on my break and I guess I was just walking around to clear my head, sorry for interrupting you.” With that Chris turned around and walked out of the room. He obviously couldn’t tell Davidson that he had come into the room to tamper with his records and try to get himself promoted.
Davidson continued with his work, he turned on the monitor and just as he did the name which stared back at him as the last entry on the list was
ELIZABETH CONNOLLY
Chapter – 3 -July 24 2026 Hong Kong (Time: Early hours of the morning)
Michael Yong, the Asian business tycoon, is toasting a glass of red wine with his friend, associate and sister Rita Yong. Just then his phone rings, he picks it up listens for a few minutes and then hangs up, Rita looks at him very quizzically as his face turns very contorted. “What’s the problem Mike?” He looks at her for a moment and then turns around and flings his wine glass at the window. Rita almost in shock, just runs up to her brother and gives him a long prolonged hug and then gives him a kiss to try and calm him down. She then looks up a him and stares right through the anger in his eyes and asks him, “Mike tell me what the hell is going on! Who called? What the fuck is going on?”
He finally looks at her and tells her that the call was from New York. “It was our man there who’s keeping an eye on things in the CY job, apparently yesterday’s arms raid failed and all but two of the operatives of the resistance were gunned down and they feel it was an inside job.”
Yong decided to get into his car and make a trip to New York himself to survey the situation. The idea was that he would go to Connolly and pitch a bet, a bet which would be almost like winner take all. He turned to Rita and asked her “ I am going to put it all on the line, I really need this!” she looked at him almost dazzled, “Need What?” “You are the richest man in Asia. You are almost the King of the Eastern world.” “What the hell do you need?” He looked her straight in the eyes and replied, “I a fed up of playing second fiddle to that Connolly. He arm twists his way out of every situation, nothing makes him back down. We had come to an agreement, we would allow the small businesses survive as well, if required we’d buy them out and employ them but not close them down and dominate the market alone. That was the deal! That was the plan when we decided we were better off without governments interfering in our affairs. He broke all the rules, he is the only player in the American continent and all the other businesses in Europe owe him so much money that, they have absolutely no power at all. Most of them were not forced into this position by good economics. Rita if it was that I would not mind at all. But he has used his goons and his personal army at every step along the way, trampling everyone in his path and I hear that he is now trying to enter Asia.” Michael Yong looks around, shakes his head and then turns back to his sister and says “I just cannot let him do that Rita.” With that he just turns around and starts walking to the door. “Just a minute Mike, you narrated your saga and I listened very patiently, Now it’s your turn to hear me out.” She looks at him and says, “Did you ever even ask me what the resistance was about? How in the world did they infiltrate CY Systems HQ? After all I was the one who organized the break in.” Yong’s facial expression changed from sheer anger to someone ready to listen. “They got into C Systems with Liz Connolly’s retinal print.” Rita’s face developed a small grin as she watched her brother’s jaw drop. “Yes, my big brother, Liz Connolly. The first lady of CY Systems herself.” And then Mike managed to stammer out…”But how, why, when… why didn’t I know?” Rita just then almost burst out in laughter “But my brother, you never asked, I thought you didn’t want to be bothered with the details, you just wanted Jack Connolly ruined.” “Liz and I have been hatching this plot for months, she wants CY systems for herself and wants her cheating husband dead.” “I convinced her that the only way to do it was to join had with the resistance.” “Mike please don’t over react, this is just a minor setback, we will break CY Systems from the inside and the spoils will be left only for us.” Finally Michael Yong regained his composure and said “What about the insider, the traitor. Are you sure it is not Liz herself, maybe she is trying to win the resistance over and destroy them from within, like we are trying to do to them.” “Okay, I wont over react, but sis, we will have to go at this carefully, we cannot trust that female, God only knows whose side she is on!”
Chapter - 4
Chris, walks back to his office after his run in with Davidson and sits down in his chair wondering if he suspected anything. After all CY Systems had knowledge about his relationships with the radicals but kept him on only because his work was exemplary, of at least that’s what his record suggested,”A kid from the bad side of town working in one of CY Systems most advanced centers, had to be pure genius but would most probably have connections in all the wrong places… that is of course as far as CY Systems was concerned.” He was sure of one thing the scene that Dave had described to him had taken place in front of his office. He was not able to concentrate and decided to ask his boss for the rest of the day off. As he was walking towards the floor manager Watson’s office he was stopped by Davidson who informed him that he had arranged a meeting for him with his boss, Jack Connolly and then dragged him off towards his car and literally demanded that Chris get in. he complied and Davidson drove them to the main building and indicated to Chris that he should wait in the car and that he would have someone call for him. With that Davidson stepped out of the car, locked it behind him and proceeded into the building.
Davidson stood outside Connolly’s office and waited to be called in, when he was he went in and Connolly got up from his chair and walked up to him and examined his appearance, “Hmm, not much damage I see!” with that he gave out a small sadistic laugh. “So, Dick, what info do you have for me now?” “Well Mr. Connolly, I have a lot of information, but I really don’t know what to make of it sir.” “So just give me all the information and let me decide what to do with it!” “Well sir, I ran a retinal scan on all the people who entered CY Systems last night and the only name that came up around the time of the break in was………”his voice trailed off. “For heavens sake, Davidson just tell me who the hell it was.” “Sir, it was your wife.” Jack Connolly looked unfazed and said “ So, where is she now, have you taken her out or not?” “Sir, but…” Davidson was stammering, searching for words and finally regained is composure and replied, “No sir, I wanted to get your approval first.” Connolly just nodded his head in approval and Davidson acknowledged him. “Sir there is another matter!” “What is it?” “Sir, that kid Christopher Stevenson, he was snooping around the main computer room today; I have a feeling he knows something about the break in and is not telling us. This kid’s record is spotless sir, but there is something about him sir. Sir, just meet this kid, I think he has potential!” “Are you trying to tell me that he is dangerous or that he may be useful?” “Sir, the shooting was right in front of his office, he didn’t ask a single question, didn’t react almost as if he was expecting it, but sir, from what I can make of him, he is smart and takes orders well and I hear he is an awesome hacker. We could use him some where else sir, if he is willing, because he stays in old Brooklyn and should not be too difficult to get him in.” Connolly’s face lit up and he came up to Davidson and said “Radicals?” “Yes sir, I just wanted you to meet him and give me your approval.” “Fair enough, get this kid here as fast as possible.” “He is downstairs sir; in my car. I’ll get him right away.” Davidson got onto his phone with the building security and asked them to escort Chris up to Connolly’s office.
“Davidson, I don’t want you in the office when I talk to him, I want to talk to him alone.” “Yes sir, no problem.” With that, Davidson turned around and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, there was a buzz on Connolly’s telephone, it was Jane Doyle “Sir, the security have brought Christopher Stevenson up to see you, shall I send him in” “Yes Jane, but only the kid, tell the guards they can go.”
Chris entered Connolly’s office looking quite confident but a bit reluctant at the same time. To find oneself in Jack Connolly’s office for the first time was an intimidating experience for anybody. When he entered he found Jack Connolly sitting on his leather chair with his feet up on the table and a Cuban in his mouth. “Good Afternoon, Sir. I’m Christopher Stevenson, you wanted to see me.” Connolly blew of the smoke from his mouth, forming circles in the air and then turned to Chris and indicated to him to take a seat at the other end of the table. Chris reluctantly accepts. “Well Mr. Stevenson, you must be wondering what it is that you have done to have got a meeting with me.” Chris barely nodded in acknowledgement. Connolly laughed looking at him so scared. “Relax Chris, I’m not going to bite, if you are hear it must be a good thing, just relax.” “Chris, your record in CY Systems is as exemplary as it is strange and I feel that I can make better use of your talents and resources in a different area.” Chris looked baffled and pleased at the same time and responded “Sir, I’ll be honored to serve you in any way possible.” “Good! You have heard of The Resistance?” “Yes sir, but what does that have to do with me?” “Chris, I want you to infiltrate The Resistance and help me take them out from inside.” “Sir, but I’m just a computer specialist, not a spy.” “You do not have a job anymore Chris, you have just been fired! You are not a computer guy, you re my new spy!” Connolly grins at the fact that he actually made a rhyme. “I should not be very difficult, a guy from Brooklyn, worked his way into CY Systems to get fired without much justification, it’s a fairy tale story of a guy down on his luck.” Connolly then gets up and walks around to Chris and says “Look Chris, I know you want to make it big. This is your chance.” Finally Chris replies “Okay Sir, what must I do?” Connolly smiles and adds “Well you will have to find a way into The Resistance and gain their confidence. You will report your developments to me on a weekly basis. Once you have gained their confidence, you will find a way to gut them and will tell me how to do it or how you are going to do it.” “Look kid, there are no rules here; the only rule is that you have to get rid of The Resistance at any cost. Understood?” “Yes sir.” “Okay, now do you own a weapon?” “Of course sir, everyone does. I have a .33 caliber pistol.” “That will not do.”
Connolly then walks up to his desk and makes a call, minutes later his secretary walks in with a box full of things, places it on the table and walks out. “Chris, this box contains a cell phone with one coded number, which reaches me directly, Kevlar clothing, which changes as per desire, standard issue, a sniper pistol with silencer, a wire and a mini eye cam, some more tools and there is an all key database, which should help you incase you are required to infiltrate any of our buildings, but just give me prior notice. And the most important there are three sets of keys there to a car, boat and airplane but all of them will not be available to you without clearance from me…you are supposed to be a guy out of work, you were fired because you were swindling money from CY Systems, or at least that is what you are accused of. Only one rule Chris, keep the phone with you at all times and beep me incase you feel it is getting too hot in there. If your cover is blown, get back to the main office one way or the other, I at least want all the information you collect until then.” “Remember Chris if you are successful in this operation, you will not be working in your dingy cabin anymore, you will become an executive in the main office, one of the top brass. All you have to do is complete this simple task.” With that he turned around and looked out of the full window at the entire city. “Sir, I’ll do this, I’ll not let you down, thank you sir.” As Chris walked out of Connolly’s office a million things were running through his head, he had accepted the mission, but at what cost and what risk? What price was he willing to pay for success in life? Could he give up his friends in The Resistance, could he give up Dave? He was not sure of anything, but he also knew that he didn’t have a choice, if he had not accepted this mission he would have lost his job anyway, and everything he had worked so long and hard for would have been crushed in a matter of moments. He was not sure how he would manipulate the system this time but was sure that he would. Chris returned to his home to find that Dave had left, he didn’t bother to look for him, he just dumped the box of his belongings and the things he had been given on one chair and fell flat on another and decided to just sleep because a new chapter of his life was going to begin when he woke up.
Chapter – 5 - July 24 New York
As Chris drowsily walks towards the toilet to shower and get ready for another day’s work. He stumbles across his room and enters the bathroom. He enters the toilet, opens the faucet in the sink and starts splashing water on his face, after doing this for nearly a minute; he looks up and examines his face in the mirror. Now completely awake, he begins to gather his thoughts and then as if he is struck by a bullet, his body begins to tremble when he realizes the mission he had accepted yesterday. He again opens the faucet and this time just puts his head into the sink and lets it run all over his head. About a minute later he takes his soaked head out of the sink and dries it off with a towel. He suddenly realizes that he has nowhere to go and that he has to start planning his infiltration of The Resistance. He walked out to his drawing room to find the box of things just lying on the sofa as he had left it the previous night. He sits down and begins rummaging through the box as he tries to think up a plan.
“Dave is somewhere in New York, In New York! How the hell in I going to find him and what the hell am I going to tell him” “This is just not going to work, how can I rat on my own, my friends…..they will all be killed if I do this, but then if I don’t do this, I’ll be killed, WHY ME???”
After about an hour of breaking his head Chris gets up, changes, takes some of the things, the gun, the phone and the new wardrobe and walks out of the apartment. He walks down the street and takes the cell phone out of his pocket, makes a short phone call and the continues walking. He then walks up to a phone booth where he enters, and closes the door behind him, he then makes a call to Dave, he calls his home, or at least where he used to live before he lost his job, hoping, just hoping that there was still someone there who could help him track Dave down.
Dave Landers was a successful head of department at CY Systems Development and Research Wing. He had the same aspirations as Chris to make it by working your way through the system. Dave had for ten years been working for CY Systems, day in and day out, untiring as one of their most valuable researchers, he was responsible in part for some of CY Systems domination today. He had found so many cost cutting and product enhancing techniques for them that they were literally able to run most other businesses into the ground.
Okay this is my book so far i'll try updating it once a week atleast.................
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