• It was around midnight. The Istanbul pier was covered with ropes and crates which convulsed over the dock. Half-buried, a man army-crawled out from under a pile of buoys and scoped the surroundings while simultaneously drawing and loading his Glock. It was custom-made for the Special Ops members with a laser scope, extended magazine, and a tracker, but he had managed to palm one. He made his way to the nearby warehouse under the cover of darkness and crouched, waiting for the targets.

    "He" was Jack Steele, a former CIA agent. He was used to being jostled around by the "old guys" at the Pentagon. Although they pushed him around at first, his quick wit and smile made him a popular agent. So it was all the worse when a pet sitter saw some files and Jack had to quit. He was 25 at the time, and six years later, they called him back.

    The situation was grave. A tyrant known only as Skoll had taken charge of Turkey and quickly set up a nuclear defense system. The only way to stop him without causing an inevitable destruction of billions of people was to find out the codes and shut down the operation. Without being shot.

    He was there now, waiting for Skoll's bodyguards to do their rounds. What better way to capture him then to take out his men first? Two menacing figures stepped into view as Jack tensed, his finger sweaty on the trigger. He turned on his laser, making sure to dim it at first. He mulled over his options: 1.Aim for the little one and hope the big one was slow. 2.Shoot one and use a gas grenade to stun the other. 3.Create a distraction and hope for luck. He decided on 3.


    First, he doused and filled a cardboard box with some boat cleaning chemicals he hoped were flammable. Then he set up the box on the roof of the warehouse above the guards. After that, with an austere expression, he lit the box and kicked it off the roof at the guards. It was flammable. Too flammable. The explosion lit up the waterfront like a small sun. Meanwhile, the shock waves hit the guards and knocked them back a number of feet before one hit a wall. The other hit the water with a crack and sunk. Luckily, Jack knew enough to get down without suffering any damage side of his singed eyebrows.

    After taking out Skoll's key men, Jack went on to capture him and force out the codes. He was greeted by the rightful president of Turkey, Mehret Akir, upon destroying the Minutemen and Peacekeepers that Skoll had amassed. There were banquets, parades, and parties in his honor for days afterwards in Turkey and America.

    As for Skoll, his real name is Thomas Booker and he was wanted in 7 countries under 4 different aliases. He was assigned to a prison psychiatrist and put in solitary. We can only hope that he will stay there for the rest of his life.