Sunday, 20 July 2014

The FOUR team-- Prologue


Jones’s fingers were fast tapping the keyboards, and an image of a town in Pakistan was shown. He stood up and presented the location searched to the two generals beside him. “Terrorists from different countries will come to meet in this building according to what our intelligence agency said”—he pointed at a yellowish building—“it will be a good chance to wipe them all out at a time.”

 

  When he turned to look at his super computer, the screen has blackened out. A malfunction?, he thought, no, not CIA super computers.

 

 One of the generals noticed the black screen and asked Jones skeptically, “I choose not to believe our conversation ends when we are discussing this important matter. We need this computer to plan a perfect mission to wipe those assholes out.”

 

  Jones immediately answered, “Nope, our conversation certainly hasn’t ended. And I know we still need this computer, but I don’t know why…”

 

  Then the other general cut in, “you turn off the computer?”

 

  Jones scoffed at the general under his breath. Why let a person who don’t know basic computer workings well be general and let him talk to a computer genius like this?! “Obliviously, general, neither am I holding a remote control, nor did I press the ‘power’ button.”

 

  The general knew Jones was annoyed and said, “Mr. Jones, that was just my speculation.”

 

  Jones looked at the black screen and thought, what can cause this to happen? Then a terrible thought struck him. But that is impossible, it would have been detected, and it at least takes 5 years for a… then the super computer’s screen brightened again, as Jones’s anxiety and fear lightened. However, it wasn’t the image on the screen, those were six words and two punctuations: Warning: More Shall Come, Be Ready

 

  Then hearty laughing burst out of the speakers, making Jones and the generals jump. Then Jones remembered what his grandfather joked, “When something that is impossible comes possible, it is when cats are being toyed by rats.”

 

  His grandfather was quite right, not totally right. It was rat, not rats.   

 

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