Gabriel Wakes
It was 12:42pm when Gabriel woke up. He woke to senses that were becoming natural to him, like robins chirping the morning air, sunlight beaming through a curtain, the scent of fresh outdoor air. However the senses he was becoming used to, were much different; the sounds of gun fire in the distance, the smell of mechanical metal and armed vehicle exhaust patrolling the streets, and sunlight that was too bright to turn a smiling face towards.
Gabriel looked around. He found himself on his lounge chair in his living room. His apartment door had been shut and locked. The locks were only able to be locked from within his apartment, but he knew he was left alone. Gabriel’s weapon and bio-weapon mask were left on the table to his side, along with a note.
He grabbed his weapon and bio-mask when his cell rang.
“Gabriel, have you been on the internet?”
It was Gabriel’s friend Eli. Eli and Gabriel worked together for many years pursuing online business ventures, some legal, some not so legal, but authority was not likely to monitor their actions with the war in full fledge. Eli had an ongoing predicament with falling prey to the mainstream media, which always did its best to stay balanced by not taking sides in the war, despite the apparent enemies and allies.
“Another unauthorized plane landed in an airport, east of Boston. They suspect there were at least one hundred fifty naturals on the plane.” Eli put out in fast tempo. “The plane is from Iran, if that means anything. A lockdown is in place again and they strongly advise against leaving home. Hope you weren’t planning on going anywhere.”
With that, the doorbell rang. “Eli, I have to go. I will call you later.” Gabriel hung up his cell without hesitation. It was the only way to stop conversation with Eli.
Gabriel stood to answer the door and fell back to his chair with a throb from his ankle. His leg was swollen and sore. He stood slower and was able to make his way to the door. He peered through the door peep, but as usual it was covered. With his right hand he went for his burst-shot pistol. Each lock on the door unlocked without intervention. The locks all sprang open as if by magic but keyed by a director. The door swung open, revealing the woman sent for him to meet.
Gabriel looked around. He found himself on his lounge chair in his living room. His apartment door had been shut and locked. The locks were only able to be locked from within his apartment, but he knew he was left alone. Gabriel’s weapon and bio-weapon mask were left on the table to his side, along with a note.
He grabbed his weapon and bio-mask when his cell rang.
“Gabriel, have you been on the internet?”
It was Gabriel’s friend Eli. Eli and Gabriel worked together for many years pursuing online business ventures, some legal, some not so legal, but authority was not likely to monitor their actions with the war in full fledge. Eli had an ongoing predicament with falling prey to the mainstream media, which always did its best to stay balanced by not taking sides in the war, despite the apparent enemies and allies.
“Another unauthorized plane landed in an airport, east of Boston. They suspect there were at least one hundred fifty naturals on the plane.” Eli put out in fast tempo. “The plane is from Iran, if that means anything. A lockdown is in place again and they strongly advise against leaving home. Hope you weren’t planning on going anywhere.”
With that, the doorbell rang. “Eli, I have to go. I will call you later.” Gabriel hung up his cell without hesitation. It was the only way to stop conversation with Eli.
Gabriel stood to answer the door and fell back to his chair with a throb from his ankle. His leg was swollen and sore. He stood slower and was able to make his way to the door. He peered through the door peep, but as usual it was covered. With his right hand he went for his burst-shot pistol. Each lock on the door unlocked without intervention. The locks all sprang open as if by magic but keyed by a director. The door swung open, revealing the woman sent for him to meet.
