Arden County, Washington, Pacific Northwest, 0835, July 5th, 2024
On a pleasant sunny Friday, Joe Xiong has taken the day off work. Having the next 2 days off work, Joe decides to enjoy himself a little by cooking a proper breakfast of eggs, sausage, bacon. After waking up and putting on a plain black t-shirt and dark blue shorts while being barefoot, Joe starts heading off to the kitchen to start prepping for breakfast in his small kitchen. He looks to his right and sees all of his ribbons and medals from the Marine Corps, along with his DD214 hiding under a stack of promotion warrants.
"Heh, fun times," Joe says with a small smile.
Having tired eyes, he makes his way to the small kitchen of his and take out a carton of eggs from the refrigerator and set it on the wood counter next to the sink. He pulls out the sausage and bacon and begins cooking the sausage first then the bacon. Deciding to want a sunny side up egg, Joe prepares the stove and, while whistling a tune, dumps in the egg.
As Joe finishes plating his breakfast, he hears a knock on the door.
"Who the hell could that be?", Joe asks out loud in a tired but alert tone.
Joe heads with caution to his front wooden door and looks through the small peephole. He sees a man in a dark suit with two armed men in armor flanking the man in suit. The man knocks again, this time a little harder. Joe opens the door slowly and cautiously and speaks in a groggy tone.
"Who are you guys?"
The man in suit responds.
"We are SpecCorp Defense. We're here to confiscate all weapons that may be in your possession. We are under orders from corporate and the CEO. Now if you'll please step aside and let us-"
Joe looks in surprise and confusion and speaks in a surprised manner.
"Whoa whoa whoa wait, back up; you're SpecCorp Defense? And here to take my arms? This has to be a prank man, 'cause I don't have time for this shit right now. Now if you'll please, get off of my lawn and go film your stupid prank somewhere el-"
"Sir, if you'll please step aside and let us in, we won't make this difficult. Again, we are under orders from corporate. Allow us in, and things won't get messy," the man in suit replies.
"Look man, get off of my property. I'm not sure if this is all just a simple little prank, but I'm not in the mood so please, once again, get off of my property. If not, then I'll gladly call the cops and they can handle you guys,"
Suddenly, the man in suit casually turns to the armed man on his right.
"Call for backup, we have an Ardie,"
"Yes sir," the armed man replies.
"Alright that's enough, I'm calling th-"
"Sir, you cannot reach anyone at this moment. All communication systems that are not affiliated with SpecCorp Defense in the entire county are on lockdown. Now ag-"
"Look dude, I don't know what your problem is, and I don't know if this is a prank or whatever, but you need to get the fuck out of here. I don't have the time or patience for your bullsh-"
Before Joe could finish his sentence, an armored truck arrives and out pours a squad of "soldiers". The "soldiers" all have on light body armor and have GA-10 assault rifles(bullpup rifles suitable for security and recon, as well as combat assault). They also have a two headed lion logo patch on their shoulders, and have "SpecCorp Defense" labeled on their left breast pocket.
Holy shit, they're PMCs, Joe thought in horror.
"Sir, I'm asking once again; let us in, and things won't get any worse. I am making a very simple demand that both of us can achieve," the man in suit says in a slightly irritated but tactful tone.
"Dude, I don't know what the fuck you're here for or whatever, but just get out. I-"
"Alright, I guess we're doing this the hard way,"
Immediately, the guards flanking the man in suit charge forward and tackle Joe down on the ground hard.
"Clear and secure! Confiscate all arms that you find!", the man in suit orders to the squad of soldiers that just arrived.
"Ergh, what the fuck are you doing!?", Joe screams.
The man in suit was about to reply when he suddenly saw the photos of Joe in the Marines. There was a photo of Joe at his graduation ceremony from boot camp in San Diego, a photo of him in Japan training with the Japanese Ground Self Defense Force, another photo of him in Iraq returning from a patrol against ISIS resistance units, a photo of Joe in his dress blues during a Marine Corps birthday ball, and other photos of Joe in the Marine Corps.
"So, served in the Marines, Mr....?"
Joe continues struggling with the two contractors, maintaining a slightly uneven stalemate.
"I ain't telling you shit! And why the fuck....do you ask?", Joe asks angrily in a struggling tone.
"Brother served in Afghanistan in '19. Lost his legs due to an IED. Died while in the States here just a week after he arrived," the man in suit says grimly.
"Oh. I feel for your brother, but, ergh...your brother wouldn't have...tolerated....ergh....this shit if he was still alive..if he was a real....Marine..."
Joe continues struggling against the contractors, while the man in suit replies in a slightly insulted tone and manner.
"My brother would understand. Knock him out,"
The contractors finally hit Joe in the head with the butt of their rifles, and leave him there.
The contractors, tired and exhausted from the struggle, get up and stand guard.
A few moments later, the squad of contractors come back from upstairs.
"Sir, we've found thousands of rounds of ammunition and several rifles."
"Take them back to County HQ ASAP," the man in suit orders.
"We'll also be taking this Jarhead here," the man in suit says while gesturing to Joe on the ground.
The contractors do as ordered and take the arms, ammunition, and Joe with them.
As the squad of contractors are moving out, the man in suit receives a call from the county headquarters.
"Yes, Mr. Wing?", the man in suit replies through his EarTalker
"How's Sector 2 going, Mr. Allen?"
"Great, Mr. Wing. We've just cleared the last house. Apparently, a Marine lives at Unit-09,"
"That's great, Mr. Allen. Are you taking him?", a gruff and old voice sounds.
"Yes, Chief Sharpton. We're taking him and his arms," Mr. Allen says with a smirk.
"But is your sector clear and secured?", Mr. Wing asks.
"Oh right, yes, Sector 2 is fully secured. I've already posted regular patrols out and about,"
"Good to hear. We'll contact corporate right now," Mr. Wing says.
Soon, Mr. Wing and Chief Sharpton leave the call. Mr. Allen soon takes charge of the situation.
"Alright boys, dinners on me tonight!"
Submitted May 29, 2017 at 09:11AM by GodofWar1234 http://ift.tt/2sc09my KeepWriting
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