Agent M: Testament (The Agent M Series Book 2) (58 page)

“What?” She whispered not knowing the extent of Michael’s warning.

He knew she had trained with all types of weapons before but this one should have plenty of stopping power that wouldn’t require it to be nearly as accurate. Michael left his partner knowing she’d be safest in here with the approaching army of law enforcement officers about to rush in here any second. However, this was not where he needed to be. The time for questioning would have to be postponed. There was one last thing that required his attention.

“Wait!” She pleaded as she stood up with the heavy pistol firm in her grip. “Where are you going?”

Michael stepped into the window frame. He turned his head slowly and issued a look that portrayed the utmost of confidence as he stated the final words Meryl may very well hear him speak.

“Finishing what I started.”

March 27th, 2013 4:29PM

1286 4th St SE

Washington, D.C.

A dozen beasts had tasted and succumbed to the uncanny marksmanship of the Paladin Nigel as Davis and Adriel continued the assault up close and personal. They drove the beasts back with overwhelming strikes from their staves. Each attack pushed them out of melee range and into the line of sight of their sniping companion. Unlike the previous lot, these beasts did not need a purging from the Paladin in order to be put down permanently.

“How many more of these creatures are left?” Adriel asked while smashing his staff across the skulls of another pair of creatures.

“Judging by the look of our friend upstairs,” pointed Davis as he delivered an uppercut to a monster sending him high into the air and proceeded to launch him back with a crushing swing. “I believe these are his last.”

The Paladin’s tone had changed. Knowing that Nigel was providing assistance after the confrontation with Michael Madison put an exceptionally sour taste in his mouth. It was as if Nigel was mocking Davis, stating that he needed assistance with this matter when in actuality, he was probably making things worse.

“And what of the target?” The Cleric questioned as he spun is staff into the air and slammed it atop the skull of a lunging beast. “Where did he run off to?”

The words of his companion had irked Davis more than he thought they would. He didn’t like his newfound companion being referred to as ‘target’. They made it seem like his fate was already sealed. Judgment hadn’t been decided yet and the Paladin was sure to check every single angle before casting it down upon him.

“He had other pressing matters that required his attention,” was all Davis said in response.

He dragged his staff across the ground and prepared the warehouse for another purging. With Adriel at his side and Nigel watching his back it allotted the Paladin all of the time he needed to perform this ritual. There were over a dozen left of these creatures so making enough runes to trap them all was going to take a bit of time.

“Are you sure that’s wise?”

Davis continued to work seemingly ignoring the request of his colleague. Sparks of light flashed into the air has he continued to guide his staff across the ground in intricate and specific patterns. Despite all of his focus, it didn’t deter Adriel from continuing his line of questioning.

“Father has made it known the target poses a danger if left unchecked. This is a crucial point in time and to ignore it and let it run loose –”

“It?!” Davis snapped.

His sketching grew more furious as he stared the Cleric dead in the eyes.

“He is not an
it.
He has a name Adriel. And it’s Michael Madison. He also has a job, colleagues, friends, a family and perhaps…”

The Paladin’s nerves seemed to get the better of him but he soon calmed down.

“Something else. But that doesn’t give you nor I the right to judge him as anything else. That is not our place nor is it our purpose.”

The words must have hit Adriel harder than any of the creatures tried to because his appeared to have retreated into a quiet and sullen place. Davis was not finished with him yet.

“I know those words are not your own Adriel,” Davis began while continuing to draw with his staff.

He picked up his pace and afforded a few extra strikes to the snapping beasts as they grew fiercer now that the Cleric had seemingly retreated altogether.

“Nigel may be your superior but he does not dictate how you are supposed to act and think. We have all been bestowed with a great gift and our purpose is clear. We are not the judges of humanity.”

The Paladin’s tone grew angrier by the second.

“The only one that can judge.”

Davis lifted his staff into the air pointing through the roof and into the sky above.

“The only one with the right to judge.”

He slammed the staff into the ground like a bolt of lightning and shouted.

“Is him!”

Columns of light rose from the ground. All of the remaining monsters had been trapped within the invisible prisons. Davis took a moment to catch his breath. He had never attempted that many seals in such a short amount of time but given the circumstances, the motivation he received from the Cleric was more than enough to push him over his previously discovered limits. Even Adriel appeared to be in awe of his accomplishment.

“I’ve never seen…”

The Cleric fumbled with the right words to say.

“That was incredible. It is true what they say about you. The power of the Right Hand of God knows no limits.”

“Adriel,” Davis interrupted between breaths. “We still have work to do.” The Paladin began his approach towards the doctor’s quarters.

“Make sure Nigel is here upon my return,” he said in passing.

There was still much to be done. The beasts continued to claw, scratch, and bite at their prisons but their efforts were fruitless. Escape would be impossible. Davis could leave them trapped in there for the rest of eternity if he so chose to and there wasn’t a single thing they could do about it. Enemies of the light saw no mercy from it.

Davis continued up the steps with his staff still in hand. He wasn’t sure if the doctor had any last tricks up his sleeve but wanted to be prepared regardless. There was only one outcome that would be a fitting end to this situation. The Paladin only hoped the doctor would open his mind long enough to listen to reason and accept the fate presented to him. Otherwise, they were going to have a serious problem on their hands.

March 27th, 2013 4:30PM

The White House

Washington, D.C.

Bahn clawed his way up to the top of the Oval Office with the captured President in tow and secured in his tight grip. He tossed the old man to the roof and leapt up to the top just in time to finish watching him roll to a complete stop. The Korean soldier took a moment to admire both the view and the surroundings in what would be the coming moments of his ascension.

“What a glorious place to see your end,” he spat.

The continual taunts provoked nothing more than a few disturbing coughs and grunts from his captive.

“It’s very befitting. This is the stage the eyes of the world will look upon when they look upon your utter defeat at my hands.”

Sirens blared in the distance. Bahn could hear all of them talking and screaming in a panic. No one had ever gotten this close to harming the President of the Unites States in quite some time. Imagine how they will respond upon witnessing his public execution. This would be a glorious victory for the soon to be nation of New Korea. History was being made at this very moment as millions of American citizens watching on witness the dismantling of their beloved nation.

Over towards the north end of the room, Bahn could hear the President trembling. He was trying so hard to hide it but nothing could get past this soldier’s enhanced senses. Bahn approached the President, snatched him from the ground and began to drag him towards the center of the structure so that everyone could get a good view of what’s to come.

“Don’t be afraid Mr. President,” the soldier teased.

His blade continued to scratch the surface of the roof creating a hideous noise that echoed into the silent air.

“When this is all over, I promise you, you will always be remembered as the first to surrender.”

Bahn chucked President Marshal to the center of the roof between the West Wing and main building. They were position just over the famed White House Rose Garden and now had ample coverage and attention from all of the surrounding audience.

“Bear witness America!” He shouted into the air. “Your moment of reckoning is at hand.”

Police and other law enforcement crews continued to scramble outside. Michael jumped through the broken window and began searching for Ryoo’s whereabouts. There was so much constant noise pollution outside with the gasping citizens and screaming officers it was hard to make out anything within the chaos.

The ultimate human soldier surveyed the grounds. There were no traces of movements or footprints in the area. Unless Ryoo could fly, there was no other way of explaining how he seemingly vanished after exiting the Oval Office. That’s when Michael took another look back at where he exited and found the answer he had been looking for.

Without a shred of hesitation, Michael started to ascend to the top of the building. The holes made by his adversary provided more than enough support to carry his heavy body. Even after suffering so much, Michael continued to move and forced himself to ignore the pleas of agony his nerves were shouting at the moment. The fight wasn’t over. They could cry afterwards and Michael would be more than happy to listen to them later.

The noises outside began to silence. All distractions were put aside. Michael could finally hear the terrible voice of Ryoo Myung-Ho scream into the sky that he was about to destroy this country. If he still had the President as a hostage, this plan may very well succeed.

Michael reached the roof and clawed his way to the top. He could feel the eyes of Ryoo starting back at him with awe. The President was nearby, laying on the ground with his arms tied behind his back. A hostage was going to make the following battle much more difficult but if he was anything like his brother, the confidence racing through his thoughts wouldn’t allow him to use the old man as a crutch.

The stage was set for their duel. Michael took his time and slowly proceeded to walk towards them. Every step he took was precise and calculated. His body dragged and swung from side to side hoping to hide the painful limp still lingering in his leg from the previous gunshot.

Ryoo Myung-Ho didn’t look nearly as beaten and battered as the former FBI agent. The large traces of blood around his groin proved that Meryl certainly held her own against this chemically enhanced genetic freak long enough to keep her alive. She had no idea who she had faced in that office. Ryoo would soon experience that same feeling.

“Ryoo Myung-Ho,” Michael called out as he got within twenty-five paces of his foe.

The air was crisp and carried a gently blowing cool breeze. His head was kept down and he didn’t bother looking up at the target of his words.

Ryoo cracked a small smile. Apparently he had no idea he had been discovered but by the looks of it, he didn’t’ care either.

“How do you know my name?” He asked in Korean.

Either English was beyond him or he only used those words when someone addressed him by his birth name.

“Your brother was Ryoo Myung-Dae?”

“Was?” Ryoo poised as his brow sharpened.

A look of anger fell upon his expression.

“How do you know my brother?!”

Michael took a deep breath. The battle was about to commence but he didn’t hesitate to throw in one last taunt. If he could get inside Myung-Ho’s head, then he could easily swing the fight in his favor. No matter how tough these guys think they are, none of compared with the original design.

The ultimate human soldier lifted his head slowly. The words that flowed from his lips stung like acid.

“I killed him. And you’re next.”

March 27th, 2013 4:32PM

1286 4th St SE