Tmi

[Andrelj]

At the moment I am writing a Action/Thriller/Mistery story. It's turning out to be rather interesting.

 

[Andrelj]

Here's Chapter 1.

Chapter 1
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Missing
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“Come in!” called David to whoever was knocking on the door. Sue Portman, the head of

his department walked into his office. “David, we have a problem.” She said worriedly,

“What’s wrong?”

“Your mother gone missing.”

“Missing? That’s strange.”

“She was talking on the phone to one of her friends. Her friend said that it sounded like the phone was dropped. Also there are no signs of her leaving the house. Her watch, shoes, and her car keys are all in the house.”

David pulled his black leather jacket out of a closet that was standing opposite his desk,

“I’m going over there to have a look around. Are you going to come?”

“I’ll come later on. I need to make sure everything goes smoothly over here.” Sue replied.



David Vautier had dark blonde hair that he always had tied back in a tight ponytail. When his hair was loose, it came down to his shoulders. He had Grey-blue eyes that always showed what mood he was in. He was 190cm (6 foot 3) tall and was about 100kgs (220.00lbs), but hardly any of his weight was fat. Every day he would get up at 5am do a series of stretches and then go for a 5km run (3 miles). By then it would be about 5:45am. After a 5-minute break, he would go lift weights for 30 minutes, have a quick breakfast, and then ride his motorcycle to work. David’s motorcycle had been supplied by his work. He wasn’t sure what model it was but he figured it was imitating the “Britten”. This was a motor cycle that John Britten designed in 1992. The bike was so well made that people

were still using it in the year 2521. Of course, David’s bike had a few modifications, such

as a small computer connecting to work satellites, a machine gun in the front, oil slick,

and smoke screen canisters on the back, and a modified motor that made it go even faster.

There were certain advantages gained when you worked for the Terrorist Monitoring

Institution. TMI’s task was to watch out for terrorist activity, hunt suspects, and prevent

deaths, injuries, and damage to both public and private property. David was in the rank of Captain. He was in charge of 50 men, all of them trained for special operations.





There were 10 guards placed around the house. On tri-pods there were 5 .50 Browning

machine guns and each guard was carrying an upgraded .45 Beretta handgun.

David approached the house; “Halt.” shouted one of the guards in a commanding voice. “This area is restricted to TMI personnel only.” David stopped and slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out an ID card. He approached the guard, with his card in hand. “My name is Captain David Vautier.”

“Do you have a TMI pass?” asked the guard cautiously.

“Yes I do.” David replied as the guard studied the ID.

“You are clear to pass.”

“Thank you.” David stepped into the house, and looked around the lounge. Everything looked normal. He walked into the small kitchen. Nothing seemed out of place. There never was any mess in this kitchen. His mother was always perfectly tidy. David picked the phone book up and flicked through it, not really knowing why. A piece of paper fell out and landed on the bench. That was odd. She never put any loose paper in her phone book. He picked the paper up. There was a number on it, nothing else. “Strange.” David said to himself. He opened the door of the pantry and looked in side. There was a cell phone sitting on the shelf. Why would there be a cell phone in the pantry. One, a pantry is for putting food in. Two, his mother hates cell phones! She can never figure out how to use them! David grabbed the cell phone and shut the pantry door. He had gloves on so it didn’t matter what he touched. He looked at the display screen. There was a number on it. He pushed the call button and put it up to his ear, holding it with one finger so as not to rub out any fingerprints. “Hello David.” a voice came through the phone, “I see you did not have any trouble finding the cell phone.”

“Who are you?” asked David in a menacing but quiet voice “Where is my mother?”

“Joan has not been harmed. And she will not be harmed as long as you do exactly what I say.”

“What do I have to do?”

“Here are the rules. Rule number one, you must do exactly what I tell you, and exactly when I tell you. Rule number two, no one may interfere. You must do everything by yourself. Rule number three, you must always use this cell phone. If you do not I will not answer your calls. Rule number four, you cannot bug the cell phone. There is a bomb in the cell phone, which is big enough to kill who ever uses it while it is bugged. You have three chances. The first time you break a rule your mother will lose a hand. The second time, she will be electrocuted until she is almost dead. The third time a break one of my rules, she will be doused in petrol and burnt. Do I make myself clear?”

“Perfectly clear.”

“Good.”



“This will be a hard set of rules to get around.” Sue stood up and started pacing. David had just told her what he found in the house. He had managed to remember the whole phone call word for word. “I guess we have to do what this maniac says.” Sue continued “As you know, TMI’s job is to…”

“Prevent any deaths, injuries, or damage to both public and private property.” David finished for her, “I hate that saying. It’s only half true. I should know, I managed to get a job here were the objective is to kill.”

“I guess we just live in one big twisted, messy world.”

“How right you are.” David felt something vibrating in his pocket. A sharp loud ring pierced the air. He pulled the cell phone that he had found out of his pocket, and answered it. “Do not say anything,” the voice of the kidnapper came through the phone “No questions, replies, threat’s, nothing. You may tell your boss about the phone call but you may not say anything to her while we are talking. There is a task I want done. Go down to the nearest Mitre 10. There you will buy a one-meter machete, and a set of exterior chairs. When you have done this you will drop all the stuff off at Aotea Square, at 2:30am tomorrow. That is a time no one is there. If there is anyone there but you they will be shot.” There was a click, and a long beep. The cell phone ended the call and showed how long it was. David once again told Sue the exact details of the conversation. “I can understand the machete, but the set of exterior chairs?” Sue was confused “Why would he need chairs?”

“Maybe he is just testing us, and getting something he wants along the way.” David replied.

“Ya know David, it’s starting to look like you’d make a better department head than I am.”

“Naaah. I’m to much of a rebel to be in charge of much. Let’s get to the Mitre 10.”