Sup? I’ve been working on it for a lot of time now, but after a forced hiatus, I decided to post a couple of chapters in the following weeks.
EDIT : I’m so fucking lazy so the chapters after 19 will contain more typos that I didn’t bother to correct because I have more than 200 pages so far
Chapter1: messy introduction (SFW)
As the sound of the pouring rain was fading away and settling down, a ray of morning light laid on two metallic carcasses letting out smells of oil and gasoline. A handful of people were gathered around the metal mess, a man wearing a blue camouflage uniform seemed to be accustomed to such sight as his eyes were half closed and his disappointment could be seen thanks to the light of the rising sun. He was nonchalantly holding an umbrella above a kneeling man holding his own head with a look of despair, his mouth and eyes wide open as if frozen in a mute scream. A few steps away, three people in drenched casual clothes were lined up in front of a man wearing a grey tuxedo and an unfazed expression, only he had dry tidy attire. The well dressed man took a glance at the two destroyed metallic structures then sighed before looking back at the people standing in front of him.
"So, you managed to flip a tank upside down. Colour me impressed." The man declared, idly tapping the briefcase in his hands. "How?"
One of the men, the one who was wearing an orange shirt with oil stains spoke up, but as soon as his mouth opened, the man in expensive clothes pinched his nose as to block the smell of booze coming out.
"How could I know it was possible?" The inebriated person mumbled as a reply.
"Either way, you three have been caught driving under influence. We'll have to punish you quite harshly this time." The tuxedo man said before pulling out his phone. "The Mother won't be happy about all of that and I don't want Her to sanction me because of you. Let's get you changed and report to Her immediately." He continued, putting an emphasis on the feminine entity.
The men shuffled and waddled away to an unmarked van that drove off when they closed the door, disappearing after a sharp turn behind a house. The well dressed man nonchalantly walked to the civilian who was still on his knees in front of his destroyed car while whimpering. He looked at him as if the other was a whining dog but he wasn't paid to be sympathetic with others, he was paid for damage control.
“Good morning, sir. It looks like we might have caused you some troubles, we will pay for the damages and put in a little extra for the inconvenience." The man declared as if he was a door-to-door salesman.
"What… the fuck." The kneeling man said, looking at his interlocutor while the military man next to him was tucking away the umbrella.
The man in grey ignored the question and quickly began his prepared speech that he unfortunately had to say almost every two days. With a wide smile showing his shiny and perfect dentition, he said in a fast pace:
"I'm Smith, a representative of Brown industries, here's our card if you have more complaints. And here's our lawyers' if you have some legal issues against the men involved or the organisation they belong to. We're also willing to pay for your lawyer for any case involved directly or indirectly with our organisation." Smith said, giving cards and papers like a professional croupier. "Keep in mind that Brown Industries is entirely cooperative and is going to give compensation. By the way, what is your name? It'll be easier for the incoming procedures."
"Daniel Tonq…" the man muttered.
"Damn, Daniel!" The military man said enthusiastically with a laugh, as if to lighten the atmosphere.
Daniel, also known as Dan, was a man in his mid twenties and was looking pretty much like any Caucasian man in town. He had short brown hair and a clean shaven face that was approved by his mother's tastes. The only contrasting trait was his bright blue eyes, some people even comparing them to those of huskies. Thankfully, he often took that remark with a smile as it was a nice icebreaker. Daniel looked quite approachable too, being as tall as the next guy and usually wearing sets of clothes outmoded by at least one season or wearing the classic jeans and unicoloured shirt. He didn’t look like someone from a specific category, like being a student or hipster.
Because of the ruckus, the young man had rushed out of the house wearing nothing but a pair of trousers and an unbuttoned shirt that he hastily grabbed on his way out.
"Shut up and call the towing company, Tony. Anyway, that's all for now. Have a good day, mister Tonq." The representative coldly said before turning on his feet.
Daniel absentmindedly waved them goodbye as they walked to their car. He took a last look at his destroyed Toyota Yaris as a group of workers were dislodging the two vehicles and taking them away. One of the workers was kind enough to retrieve some objects from the carcass, there was a picture of Daniel in front of the intact vehicle giving thumbs up next to the car dealer, there was also a pair of broken sunglasses that were too small for him and a scratched sticker of the US flag with a redhead pinup dressed like a cowgirl.
It was with a broken heart that he went back inside the house, his mother was looking worried while his dad, behind her, was half asleep, scratching his junk through his boxers with a yawn.
"What did they say?" The mom asked, looking at the window as the workers were struggling to separate the two vehicles.
"I don't remember everything, but he gave me some papers and such. I think that they will give me compensation for… everything?" Daniel said before giving his stuff to his mother who frowned at them.
His responsible mom quickly read the different cards right after putting her glasses.
"The Order? What kind of narcissist idiot would name their industry like that? Don't worry, hun. Momma will take care of everything!"
A few weeks later after the incident, in Brown Industries headquarters in Madrid, a woman in a grey office dress was having a phone call while slowly spinning from the left to the right on her office chair and admiring the view of the building outside.
"So, I take it that you've ruined my nephew's birthday present because of that prototype tank incident." She jokingly said before pausing for a moment as her interlocutor replied. "What? No! I'm not ruined because of that! … of course not! Anyway, I do hope that you'll prepare the terrain for the implantation of our newest shell company on the west coast in California. That new prototype should sell well with our client." She said before noticing a glare on the building facing her office, she smiled. "By the way, make sure that the windows of the building are bulletproof and that the adjacent buildings are occupied by our guys. We don't want to repeat the sniper incident a third time, right?"
As she finished her sentence, the window violently shook for a moment and a small piece of lead fell outside before the sound akin to thunder was heard. It didn't take long before a firefight occurred in the building where the group of snipers were hiding.
"And make it double layered, just in case. … And don't forget to install a coffee machine in the office, one with an option to have hot chocolate. … Exactly, that's why I always take those expensive ones, the quality is better. … Oh! Ok, say 'hi' to Alice from me! Bye!" She said in an almost singing tone before hanging up her phone.
The woman looked in front of her with a frown, she caught her reflection in the window. Her eyes were glowing an unnatural shade of green.
"Should I retake control of my pet project?" She said before turning on her computer and she began working. "Maybe I should stop talking to myself as well, I’m too old for that."
Behind her was a logo composed of a white silhouette of a sword and feather crossed together with the word 'Order' on them.