“Sometimes you can not defeat the dragon in a one-on-one fight. Sometimes, you just got to be sneaky.”
Cold wind and the sound of far off engines echo through the air as a tall mysterious man enters an old, rusted warehouse in the middle of a busy American city. He looks behind himself to see if he was followed. Once he sees that he was not, he closes the metal door.
The man’s boots step on pieces of glass from the hallway’s busted windows. He walks down the hallway without any haste: he does not need to. His waiting comrades need him for the next part of their plan more than he needs them.
It takes five minutes for the man to reach the doors that block the entrance to his destination: the room beyond the doors.
The door squeaks from neglect as the man pushes the door open. The room beyond is dark with no windows letting any natural light in the room. The man chose this room for this reason.
The only lumination in the room is an old Coleman gas lamp on the square meeting table that’s in the middle of the room.
Two other men, one older and one in his early twenties, are waiting for their well experienced comrade near the table. Once the man enters the room, the others start to relax.
“Aleski, what took you so long?”asks Bernardd, the younger man. You can tell his origins are Eastern-European by his accent. Aleski responds when he reaches the table.
“I thought I was being followed. I had to make sure that our plan would not be known to our enemies until it is too late for them to react.” He says this while he places his heavy leather briefcase onto the table. The two other men know what that case means to them.
“Are you sure it’s time?”asks the old man, Henry, the only American of the group. He has long disliked how the system works, and it is time for him to get back at the people who ruined his life.
“Now is the best chance we have. Our enemy is fighting in other lands while it should be looking more closely at home,”Aleski says while he opens the briefcase. The sound of the metal binders popping echos through the room.
“It is about time we finally do something. Those beasts have gone too far,” says Bernard, emotion filling his voice. Aleski places the papers from his briefcase onto the table. Each page gives a part of a detailed plan to win over their enemy.
“Are the teams in place?” Aleski asks Henry, who is in charge of personnel and supplies.
“They are ready as can be. Everything from equipment to the boats are just waiting for our signal,” replies Henry, who is eyeing the plans to check for any possible problems. He of course does not.
“What about the security? Has that been taken care of?”asks Bernard, who is looking at the plans as well.
“What little security was there is now taken care of. It has ether been replaced, or has been taken out by other means,” replies Aleski.
“Is there anything else you need of us?”asks Henry, who is gathering the few positions he brought with him: a hat, a revolver, and a sense of self-wealth.
“No, that is all my comrades. The next time we see each other, America and the world will be a different place,”replies Aleski, who is gathering the papers and returning it to his briefcase.
With that, they leave the building through separate exits. Aleski Azarov is correct. America and the world will truly never be the same.
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