STAND DOWN
LAN-MILFORD {5:15am}
.....He turned again, closing his eyes tightly. The sweat dripping from his forehead, his body temperature seem to have become cold.
LAN-MILFORD: Stand down, I repeat, stand down.
.....So drawn to his dream, it was the same as before, full of atomic bombings. A chaotic background of war. Involving F.P.D trained armed agents against their opponents.
.....Lives were risked, and death engraved the scenario of such event. The F.P.D losing to their opponents, but still fought back even in defeat.
....This was becoming too much, as he forced himself out of the dream world, waking up in a swift. He realized he was only dreaming, by the time. His body was filled up with sweat.
....His white top already wet with sweat, he looked by his side, to see the bed clock. It had clocked 5:35am already.
.... Again, his eyes went for the retired uniform hung loosely on the closet stand.
MIKE-MILLER{5:37am}
..... Heavy footsteps, he ran as far as he could, dodging, bumping into people he saw along the narrow lane he took, he turned behind while still running. To see his pursuers getting closer for his reach on their motorbikes.
...They were four in number, he calculated smartly. The chase has become tiring for him, he knew. Sliding below a blockage. But that didn't stop his chasers. Only the zooming sounds of the motorbikes were heard, this troubled his soul. But he knew one thing at time, not to be caught.
.... His eyes met with his, like he has seen his savior from his window, just like calling for help. He stood still, looking at the figure. This figure he saw was bodily well built. A figure of that a boxer knowing pretty much about combats. He snapped out of his mindset of describing the man's figure. He realized his injured foot. He had been shut earlier but didn't give up the run.
LAN-MILFORD: Come on in.
.... The man finally said, this could just be his lucky day.
MIKE-MILLER: I just knew you would said that, I'm Mike by name. Those ass-kissers just want me dead.
....Mike gasped when he felt something being pointed at his head beside him. It was a gun from his supposed savior.
LAN-MILFORD: You gonna speak only nothing but the goddamed truth, you are into some shit? aren't you buddy?
MIKE-MILLER: Whoa, whoa, easy man. I told you the truth...
....With his hands in the thin air, he feared the worst. He should have kept moving, he cursed.
LAN-MILFORD: Tell me who those guys are and you live. Better still I get you to them easily, take a close look.
.....He urged him to take a close look at the covered window, raising the curtain slightly. He could see them outside, eye search on a sight of him. They were lying around, their best instincts told them he couldn't have gotten far. One of them using his blood stains on the ground to trace him. Not long enough. They will find him. His hands off the window, his head down. Raising his hands in the air
MIKE-MILLER: Okay, you win. I'm into the shit man, but what you do when some damn hole mother fucker tries to play a smart one on you?
....Did he believe him,Mike wondered cuz the gun was still against his head. The dude probably didn't buy his shit.
LAN-MILFORD: Why should I believe you?
MIKE-MILLER: What the fuck? You are fucking kidding me right?
LAN-MILFORD: They are here already, go down.
....He did as told, following soon were firing bullets through the window leaving it crashed at the end.
HARRY-PETE{6:20am}
....In a basement, technically equipped with sci-fi gadgets, drones, armed weapons, and computerized machines.
....His hands tying on the transparent keyboard.
<RESULT INITIALIZING<match found>
....Appearing on his screen was his full details containing his interest LAN-MILFORD. With his passport attached to left side of his screen.
HARRY-PETE: Got cha.
LAN-MILFORD {6:29}
....He kept firing back, clinged to the wall. Just the best way to aim to his targets, one down, three more to go.
LAN-MILFORD: Mike, Mike.
...There was no response, he knew he was falling out of consciousness. Shit!* He cursed. And he had ran out of bullet too, Lan needed to get more of his kill pins. What he calls them from the bedroom upstairs.
...He sighted something more useful, skilfully getting grip of it by twisting himself in the air. He threw out what he had. A dagger. It hit the right spot. At the second on his neck. Standing on the same spot, holding his blood gushing neck. he fell backward.
...Two more to go, he told himself. Checking the time which constantly reminded him, he had somewhere to be.
.... Dodging the unstoppable bullets coming through. His two opponents made their way into his house through the window, they had ran out of bullet too. And again, he had made his way to the kitchen.
....The kitchen showed he was suppose to have his regular normal breakfast on a normal morning but not anymore.
....He could see them from were he hid, just waiting for the right time to tick out his actions.
....One of them went for the stairs, while the other going for the kitchen. He walked in slowly, Lan attacked immediately by shutting the door against his head. The bad guy didn't keep calm, using his gun on him but skilfully he dodged the first blow. Follow by the second and third but only hitting the air. Lan grabbed his arm, twisting it inwardly and backwardly. There was a groan of pain. Lan didn't have much to spare this time. He knocked him out by snapping his neck.....
ELIZABETH-MILFORD{10:35}
.....She looked anxiously at her the wall clock, the church clock. Looking ahead of the congregation, that face she wanted to see. At the doorway she stood. Holding on to the bouquet of white lilies. Just what if he doesn't show up.
..... Just when her thoughts were getting the best of her, a figure appeared beside her. Offering his arm.
LAN-MILFORD: I will never miss such a day like this. Cousin.
.... Crossing her arms in his, both walked majestically down the aisle. Elizabeth saw him, his smile. Yet again a hole suddenly on his forehead. Dripping out blood, there came screams causing a commotion. It was of a stray bullet being shot at her supposed to be husband. MIKE LAWRENCE...