Sadje has tagged me to continue this story…………… oh my.
What a challenge! I hope to do everyone proud with my contribution.
1. post the story as you receive it
2. add to the story (or finish it, up to the writer)
3. tag another person to continue the story (unless you finished it)
4. Have fun!
As started by Teresa of The Haunted Wordsmith
Adam was like any other eighteen-year-old boy and soon found himself standing in the middle of the training bay being subjected to the drill instructor’s ridicule. It wasn’t his fault the quarter didn’t flip on the old mattress, but he accepted his punishment anyway. He didn’t have another choice.
Ever since the revolution began, more and more troops were needed. There were even whispered rumors of lowering the age to thirteen if you were from a poor family. The government paid dearly for your life. That money could help support the family.
After completing fifty push-ups and parading around the bay in his underwear, Adam and the other recruits headed outside for training. The morning was dedicated to basic weapons and enemy language skills. Many of the recruits were already fluent, but the training was the same. Adam excelled and only realized his mistake when he was called into the Commander’s office that afternoon.
“Take a seat,” Commander Flint said, pointing toward a chair in the corner of the room.
Adam did as he was told and caught his breath as two governmental agents entered Flint’s office. One look from them and Adam knew he was in danger.
“That is Private Adam Ripple, yes.”
“Come with us,” an agent ordered, flashing his sidearm and a warning glance.
Adam stood. “What is this all about?”
The agents stared at him. The one nearest him replied, “…….
Part Two – By Kristian
“You’re a bit of an anomaly, you know?”
Adam couldn’t help feeling a bit cynical. He knew he wasn’t anything special. He was just a kid from the wrong side of the tracks, sent into the army to get him off the streets and to help fight this war that many now felt was unwinnable.
“Me? Apart from an ability to get myself into trouble, I can’t see what makes me any different from any other shmo around here. I’m pretty ordinary.” Adam laughed nervously.
One of the agents bent down and pushed the dark glasses down his nose, fixing Adam with an Icy blue stare. “There’s many a true word spoken in jest, lad. Two things mark you out. Your ability with languages which is by far the best we’ve seen in some time, and the fact that you could blend in anywhere. You’ve finished at this prestigious military academy” he paused to glance out of the window at the makeshift camp, to emphasise the sarcasm in his words. “You graduate as of today. Tomorrow you’re going underground.”
The agents grabbed an arm each and practically dragged him out of the commander’s office and into the back of a black van.
Before he knew it he was……
Part Three — by Li, of Tao-Talk
…hooded with a dark opaque fabric. Adam gasped for breath and had to gather his calm or he would suffocate in the hood. They drove for about a half hour then he was led along by two to what sounded like a helicopter. The ‘copter lifted up and started forward. Just as he was about to relax for a minute he smelled ether and lost consciousness.
Adam woke up with a splitting headache, lying on a cot in a small, spartan room. It had the feel of a hospital about it, and every so often he thought he could hear a voice over an intercom. The air seemed fresh. Filtered. When the government agent said he was going underground, did he mean it literally? There were no windows and no other sounds except the intermittent intercom echoes.
After what seemed like hours, but he wasn’t sure, the door opened and a woman who looked to be about forty came into his room. Her dark hair was in a granny bun, and she was wearing a white lab coat. She was startlingly ugly, with pasty white skin that looked like it hadn’t seen daylight in a long time. She smiled at Adam and he was surprised again to see that her teeth were pure white and even. Her smile brightened her face and was her best feature.
“Hello, Private Adam Ripple. I’m Dr. Bluebell. You’re probably wondering why you’ve been nabbed from basic training, thrown into a van, drugged, and are now being held against your wishes in a small spartan room. I’m going to be frank with you and tell you that the government needs your help. The fate of the planet is hanging in the balance.”
Adam rubbed his ears, then slapped his face over and over again. He did this in dreams when he wanted to wake up, and it worked every time. When nothing happened, Adam knew this was real.
His eyes met Dr. Bluebell’s, who had been watching him. “OK, Doc, I’m no hero, but I’m no coward either. If Earth needs me…”
Part Four By Crushed Caramel;
Dr Bluebell flashed that same becoming smile that improved her face and passed Adam a large folders she had been clutching. ” Here is your assignment Private Ripple, please familiarize yourself with it” With that Dr Bluebell spun around and departed the room leaving Adam alone.
Mel passed the baton to Cheryl, The bag lady
Part Five By Cheryl AkA The bag lady
As she left the room, Adam opened the folder to see what he hoped would be there, an overseas assignment. He hadn’t traveled the earth much and if it was all going to hell, he wanted to see as much of it as he could. Adam thought he would make a good spy if that’s what it took, after all, he had seen all the James Bond movies, all the others he could find, but kept the fantasies to himself. Basic training was hardly a picnic, but if he could endure that and still be chosen for a special assignment, he was excited.
There were forms to fill out, many contract clauses calling for complete secrecy for any mission he completed. Adam signed quickly, felt no need to view “the fine print”. It was his naïveté and abilities that made him the perfect candidate. After filling out every paper, Adam returned to Doctor Bluebell’s office. “Right, then” as she took the folder, “now it’s time to meet the big guy.” Adam was wondering who the “big guy” was, thinking it was a Major or Colonel, and then laughed to himself as “M” came to mind. A huge door slowly cranked open and there he was…
Staring at an unbelievably handsome, and young man. He felt his jaw dropped to the floor. He felt that something was not right here. It seemed that young man was too perfect. He started to observe him more closely. The “big guy” as he was referred to, was definitely not a human. His movements were jerky and mechanical. His voice was clipped and sounded a bit like recording.
“Private Adam, I am talking to you”
Adam focused his attention to what was being said to him.
” This is a very dangerous assignment. Your skill at languages is going to be very useful for us. We will be sending you to the enemy territory as a undercover spy. Your job is to glean as much information as you can about their attack plans. At no time you should try to get in touch with us. We will contact you ourselves.
Adam took all this in with mixed amount of excitement and apprehension.
He was really going to be a spy!
He was told to go to the barrack. On the way back, Adam addressed Dr Bluebell,
“Excuse me ma’am I couldn’t help notice something different about our commander” he couldn’t help but say ……..
and this is where I come in:
‘Do we know where he’s from? ‘
‘It’s not your place to ask Private. You will be briefed in due course as to your schedule and where you will be sent. I suggest you get some rest. You’re going to need it.’
Adam was somewhat disappointed, but curious to know more details of his mission.
He wondered if he would be SWAT trained, or even better have some fancy gizmos and gadgets like Bond.
The barracks were nothing out of the ordinary, just odd not having any windows and the constant thrum of machinery keeping the air circulated.
He settled down on his cot and was soon asleep dreaming of fast cars, explosives and the occasional dalliance over a drink or two.
‘WAKE UP PRIVATE!!’ abruptly roused him from his dreams and as he shook his head to clear it, a port folio was thrown at him hitting him full in the face.
‘READ THAT AND REPORT TO BLUEBELL’S OFFICE IN TWENTY!’
Adam opened the file and nearly choked when he saw where he was going on assignment…………..
I’m handing over to Fandango for the next installment and look forward to reading his addition