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The New World Order : G.0.D's Army

There is no hope for peace anymore when indifference becomes a great weapon to avoid getting involved further. They G.0.D, a group of people who call themselves God who promises peace through conspiracy, terror, separatism and thousands of paths that they say "The way of peace."

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13 Chs

009

Here they are, in San Francisco Bay, in a hotel where Dexmon can see the island nicknamed 'The Rock' from the beach right opposite him. "Your package is coming, Sir," someone interrupts Dexmon's activities, making him turn his head to the inn door. This shows Gilbertis is confused about the package, which is entirely unknown.

 

"That's a package for me, papa," said Dexmon, got out of bed and ran to pick up the package two large people pocketed. "Can you put it inside?" Ask Dexmon and nodded by the two officers.

 

Fint, who had just come out of the bathroom, was a little surprised by the large cardboard box in the middle of the room, and Gilbert seemed to be signing the package received. "Thank you," said Gilbert and again closed the door of their Inn.

 

Dexmon put his ears to the cardboard. He grinned, glancing at Timmy, who was now transformed into a human—once again miraculously. The well-built man who had been the victim of a silver-eyed black cat opened the cardboard box carefully enough to make Gilbert glare incredulously that he had just signed a package containing a living person.

 

Timmy pulled out the once-beautiful-looking man from the cardboard box and put him to sleep on the warm bed where Dexmon had stood to look across—Alcatraz Island. An oxygen mask connected to the man's mouth and a small tube of oxygen were seen adorning his pale-looking face. "In a few minutes he'll be aware, he's the object we use to recruit new people later."

 

Fint shuddered. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the dark brown mane of the chubby-faced man asleep. The man's groans proved enough that he had realized, and Gilbert sighed with relief. He did not let Dexmon kill again.

 

"Are you awake? You want a drink?" Asked Gilbert gently. The man didn't answer but pulled his body away—terrified. He didn't even dare to look at Timmy, who was staring at him sharply.

 

"Don't be afraid, just calm down," Gilbert rubbed his hands, which felt so cold. Prepare yourself, Timmy. You will go to Alcatraz soon to pick up Jeremy. "Dexmon's cold command made Fint stare in disbelief at the boy. "You get it?"

 

"Well... from some assassins who are in the area where he lives," said Dexmond dismissively. Fint felt slightly guilty, not expecting Dexmon to use the most significant opportunity to bring Jeremy.

 

"Jonah, there's nothing for you to be afraid of," Fint finally called out the name of someone who had realized earlier that he couldn't believe his own eyes.

 

~G.0.D~

 

Dexmon stared at the screen of his iPad, which was now connected to someone on the other side. He rolls his eyes, bored when he sees Vixon -his old friend who is cheering for joy when Dexmon's mumbling voice is heard "It's you? Wow! You're getting more handsome because you're locked up in that mental hospital," there was the most considerable mockery and Dexmon didn't know whether he should go back to insinuate or send Timmy to Vixon's house to kill the boy who could be said to be very good at processing the word.

 

"I'm not sure," said Dexmon, annoyed.

 

"I'm kidding," Vixon laughed.

 

"Now, what's crazier than your imagined city?" This time, it was Dexmon who insinuated his old friend. Vixon advanced his mouth funny. Of course, you are," he burst out laughing. Sometimes, he exaggerates because he thinks Dexmon is the funniest creature in the whole world.

 

"Stop laughing Vixy!"

 

Well, 'Vixy' is a lovely name from little Sammy to little Vixy first. And both of them decided they'd never grow up because they hated it. They are twin starlings who create their world without adults.

 

"I'm sorry, Sammy," said Vixon in a sorry tone. "May I know where your cat is?"

 

"I'll send the picture."

 

~G.0.D~

 

A person with hands tied, mouth closed, and eyes closed in the middle is guided by Timmy in his human form. It was not difficult for them to get into Alcatraz—a prisoner-of-war - that was activated for the last three years as a result of the outbreak of World War.

 

Alcatraz was built as a military installation in 1850 and converted into an army prison in 1933. The United States Department of Justice took over the United States Penal Barracks at Alcatraz on October 12, 1933. The island became a federal prison in August 1934. This prison is intended for inmates who often make trouble in other American federal prisons (e.g., escape, make a scene, murder fellow inmates, etc.).

 

During its 29 years of use, it housed notorious criminals such as Al Capone, Robert Franklin Stroud (the Birdman of Alcatraz), and Alvin Karpis, who were held at Alcatraz for far longer than any other prisoner. At the time of its operation, this prison claimed that none of the inmates managed to escape, although, like most prisons, there were residents who tried to escape but always failed. About 36 inmates made 14 attempts to escape, and two people tried 2 times; 23 were captured, six were shot dead while trying, two drowned, and the remaining five were declared "missing and likely drowned."

 

U.S. Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy decided that this place of detention would be closed for good on March 21, 1963. The prison was closed because it was far more expensive to operate than other prisons, and the Bay was polluted by garbage from the approximately 250 prisoners and 60 families of the island's Bureau of Prisons. The U.S. Penitentiary, a traditional prison on Land, opened the same year to replace Alcatraz.

 

"Alright Timmy, there's an intersection ahead," Dexmon instructed, "you go to the left and let Jonah go to the right."

 

Timmy obeyed. He didn't even open the blindfold for their captive. He just put earphones in both of Jonah's ears. Let his master lead him. "Put up your sword, Timmy," Dexmon commanded again.

 

Timmy was confused about why Jonah and himself had to be separated. Wouldn't that round-eyed, beautiful man have trouble remembering how dangerous this prison is? "Alcatraz is too perfect not to use bait, ugly cat," and Timmy's body stiffened instantly. He didn't like the boy, who was the same age as his master, who was now talking in his ear.

 

"I can't believe you can actually turn him into a human biologically and turn him back into a cat. This is amazing, I will make such a robot later," babbles Vixon, who only makes Dexmon mutter in his place.

 

"Finish Jonah's part, if you fail I won't let you play."

 

"Alright, Sammy," Vixon grinned across the line and began changing his line path to Jonah's earphones. "You heard me, Mr. Jonah? Follow my lead, and I will return you to your father."

 

June 11, 1962, 3 Alcatraz prisoners managed to escape. Frank Morris, Clarence Anglin, and John Anglin, three people who, according to Dexmon, gave a percentage of their chances of successfully picking up Jeremy Diavolo Baldwin, will succeed. However, it was a very long time ago.

 

"Alright Timmy, there are two wardens coordinated 3, 5 with your reference. Kill them without making a sound," Dexmon said again, ruling Timmy.

 

"Walk 10 steps forward! Remember not to let you miscalculate your steps." Vixon sipped his Cola from across the room this time and was ready to secure their prisoner.