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Oahu II

Posted by ZeeAk - April 2nd, 2008


The Pagani Zonda rested easily on the sunbaked dock. The nearby white-washed buildings and pools of salt water mixed with fresh, rain water were also lazily sitting on the concrete, placed against a gorgeous, Hawaiian backdrop; the sun falling beneath the sea. Michael Weston stepped of his boat; a Larson Cabrio 370 Day Cruiser. The white boat's black trim was eye-catching, if nothing else, and the square, steel anchor hovering restlessly over the concrete was glinting in the dying sun. It took several paces for Michael to reach his car, the Zonda. With barely a care, he had left it unlocked. Stopping, Michael looked around the dock once more. Something wasn't right. Several doves flew overhead, disappearing seconds later behind the extinct volcano. The dock was empty, aside from the boats occupying the marina berths, and the birds floating, tensed, on the water. Dinner time, Michael knew. Stepping into the Zonda, Michael drove off; the car was set to start immediately, courtesy of an old favour with an engineer friend. Driving onto the motorway, Michael began to speed. He was a billionaire on vacation. He deserved to.

The tunnel loomed ahead. Barely several meters stopped Michael from entering it. Suddenly, it exploded. Huge chunks of concrete debris was sent hurtling through the air. The volcano's hillside was peppered with the huge missiles. The fireball punched up into the sky. Michael began to reverse, looking into the rear-view mirror on the roof of his car. In the tiny mirror, another fireball loomed up. The explosion was seen before it was heard. Still, pieces of concrete rained down, and the tunnel collapsed in on itself. Over the radio, Michael heard someone else report a massive explosion on O'ahu's western side. They weren't wrong. The shockwave finally caught up with the sound, and the power of the explosive carried the Pagani, smashing into the hillside. Michael had time to open the door itself before he was thrown out by the force of the impact. The car smashed into oblivion. It was pulverized. From up here, he saw a single person climbing over the wreckage of the tunnel, jumping over gaps, climbing up other parts. Michael could also see the dock. Or, what was left. Every one of the boats were destroyed. There was nothing to signify them as marine vessels. Most of the concrete had been torn up, revealing a gaping hole with slanted down into the water.The water itself was now black with murk. But worse, was the fleet of barges slipping in the dock. A helicopter arose from beneath the hull. Its rotor blades began to spin rapidly, and it lifted.

A Japanese flag was waving in the deathly wind atop the bridge of the boat. The entire top of the hull of the Japanese barge began sliding forward. It reached the end of the hull and just dropped, forming a huge bridge. The very front of the boat began to fall as well, like an old fashioned castle bridge. Japanese man began to clamber out, followed by several vehicles. Michael watched as one of the men attached what seemed to be a machine gun. The Japanese had just bombed Hawai'i; twice! And now, they had come with machines of war.

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The man that had been climbing the tunnel wreckage had reached the other end, and had seen the man sitting near the Pagani Zonda; or, what was left of it. Slowly the car was losing it's traction of the grassy volcano slope. "Oi! Move!" The man called out. Michael responded, and looked at him with a strange expression. "Car!" He yelled. Michael turned, as his vehicle began sliding; it's viciously sharp edges all potentially lethal. He did nothing but lay flat on his stomach, a second before the car flipped over him. Several minutes later, Michael sat on the edge of the street. Jasan, the man who had clambered all the way over the wreckage was an ex-Marine, in his late 20s. He'd already served in some of the most violent battles of the Iraq War. And survived, unlike many other thousands of soldiers; American and Iraqi. Jasan had taken in the situation, and, seemingly, had formulated a plan. He turned to the billionaire. "You done this before?" He asked, looking back to the several other barges. "Done what?" Michael asked, in reply. "You gotten any combat training before?"
"No."
"Any fight experience at all?"
"A little."
"Do you have hope?"

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Climbing onto the tunnel wreckage for the second time, Michael looked back. Jasan knew, and turned to face his billionaire partner. "There's no going back. Not now." Michael nodded. He swallowed, as well, before returning to follow the mysterious stranger. Something gripped Michael as strange. "What about the helicopter?" He asked, stumbling over some debris. Jasan turned. "WHAT helicopter?" Michael shrugged. "The one that came out of the barge as it landed." Jasan punched the debris. He swore, loudly. Suddenly, Jasan's angry words were drowned out by the sounds of helicopter blades slicing through the air. "Dammit!" He yelled, effectively sprinting over the debris. "Get down!" He yelled out to Michael. The billionaire barely heard him, as he ran off, and as the helicopter drew closer. Several dark holes beckoned Michael to enter. THe helicopter was louder now, droning out all other sound. The hairs on Michael's neck raised. Acting impulsively, he slipped into a small crag in the debris, completely invisible to anything outside.


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