History Revealed

Owen looked around with a confused, and ashamed motion. He looked at himself with a drained thought. The bruises and scars—just to give it up, he thought to himself intimidated. "Hey, are you okay?" Dad asked him weakly. Owen looked at his father directly and sighed. "I guess." Dad seemed to smile in through all the unluckiness hustling against them.

"How are you still alive?" he asked, not in particular he wanted him to die but he was most certainly curious. Owen shrugged. "Well, these detectives helped me and kept me safe until these masked people attacked me."

"I'm sorry," Dad grunted, losing his smile and turning it to a remorseful smear. "It was a mission and—and I fell in love with the person we were trying to kill. She was smart and funny and—always had a very loving character. But, I didn't want this to end out being an unfortunate danger to you."

Owen looked at him, maybe it was time to tell him about an incident from a few days ago.

"Dad, Auntie is dead."

Dad looked at him with affrighted eyes. His breath was heavy and his mouth began to weaken. "Oh—oh," he rasped, as he soon realized who killed them. "It was them, wasn't it. I will kill him!" he said as anger and sadness mashed together in him. "Dad—dad!" Owen shouted as tears came into his eyes.

"It's okay, we're going to be fine." Dad just looked at his chains silently. His hair was roughened and his face was sweaty. "How did you get here?" Owen asked as he stared at him with heavy tears.

"It was when that time, I felt a bag over me. I shook my head violently and my breath began to process in circles. I could hear voices like 'Get in him here.' and closing doors in many rooms. But, one sound sounded coming from the back of a van.

"I screamed and shook my legs. I was scared, and worried about you. After all the blindness, I was certainly freed into sight. A bunch of my friends and some enemies were dragging me out of the van. I tried to keep a very positive mood—but no one tried to reply to me.

"I felt like I was abandoned or that this was a different group—but the uniforms were too similar. The sky was a lash of dark grey and the buildings hid in the shadows. 'Let's go,' one of them said. I saw a ramp in front of me as if it was being headed to a certain small plane—almost perhaps private.

"I was confused and felt so betrayed and alone. They soon threw me in there and the door closed. I felt myself leaving the ground and seeing the dark sky expanding."

Owen was perhaps undeniably confused.

"They wanted out money though. But, I wouldn't tell them. Because, I know how they work. They usually question the outlaw, then kill them after. They were going to do the same with me," Dad prophesied.

The compatibility between them began to weaken, after those weeks of pain and sorrow. "At least I'm going home with you," he said, trying to bring it back. Owen sighed, "But all our money is gone.��

"Well, I can still transport the next 1.2 million dollars into our bank account."

"Brent?" someone whispered silently. He looked behind him and there was his wife.

"Jenora!"

"Mom!"

Strong:

He looked at a certain print of a wall. Wir sind die Basis der Welt. In a study of his, Colonel Strong knew that this was German. He looked around the study of the thing printed on the wall. "Must be meaning, we are the base of the—"

"Colonel?"

The colonel looked around and viewed someone who was standing in the dark. "What are you looking at?" If it was someone else—or most likely a SEOT guard—then they would've attacked. "Jini, is that you?" "Of course it is." Colonel Strong got out his black, shiny phone and took an investigative picture.

"This is a statement that says we are the base of the world in German," Colonel Strong explained, observing the message on his screen.

"Let me see," Jini said, walking towards him. The colonel with a polite manner gave her the phone as she viewed. For the few seconds she studied, she had a click in her mind. "Probably California is controlled."

"What makes you think that."

"We are the base of the world. They're only trying to make the U.S revolve around them. You see, Europe is perhaps—a very stingy continent," Jini faultlessly admitted. "So, they might want to take the United States for power to take over London."

"So, why does it revolve around us?" Colonel Strong asked, smacking his head hopelessly.

"They've killed almost over five million lives and are stealing and causing destruction, trying to use us as bait," Jini hissed.

The colonel sighed heavily. "Let's move on, shall we." They both continued to—until they noticed they went to a dead end precisely. "Wow," the colonel whispered disappointedly. Jini walked over—ignoring his avows. She scanned all over the wall with a slight swift with a hand. "Nothing here," she reported silently.

They walked the opposite direction from the wall, and continued to discuss the plan.

"This is absurd."

"I know."

"But, there is something about what you said which may determine where Doxin and them are," Colonel Strong emphasized.

Jini looked at him curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"If SEOT is in London, that means the detectives are there which means—"

"The father is there!" Jini shouted as it echoed through the walls. The colonel cringed a bit. "Next time when you find something out, do try to do it in a trespassed place."

Unnoticeably, static came from Colonel Strong's walkie-talkie stuffed in his belt. He swiftly grabbed and in certain—barked into it.

"What's going on—prisoners and SEOT guards, I'll be there." He looked at Jini and she looked worried.

"Arthur's in trouble we got to hurry." They both zoomed to try and find him.

"Where are you faced at?" he asked. "Got it." It was certain, he had the end of the house closing to the front door.

"Hands up, criminals!"

The SEOT members looked at them and sprung with a chortle. Jini looked at them like fools.

"Why are they laughing?"

One of them leveraged their time to speak. "Did you hear, we control California. And anyone who's a friend of those detectives of immediate criminals. Take that french fool with the prisoners. You three, we deal with them."

The two associates took direct heed to his orders. One rushed towards Jini and swung his leg. Jini ducked and punched the back of the soldier's head. The soldier fell—but quickly recovered as he rolled back to his feet.

He punched Jini and did kick into the chest. He punched the belly and punted. Jini blocked the kick and she kicked him—then quickly disturbed him with a jab in the throat.

The colonel got into his fighting stance, he backed his legs and put his fists up front his face. "Come on, over here come on." The soldier rushed up to and did an axe kick. Colonel Strong reflexed the hit. The soldier flew to the other soldier, causing them to collide.

"That's what happens when you face a Lieutenant," he said as he massaged his fists.

"Let's get them out shall we," Arthur said as he freed himself from the grasp of the guards. As all colonels, prisoners must've done something wrong which means they deserve to stay in prison.

"No, no, no, leave them," the colonel ordered. "Sir, if I may, these people were arrested for trying to escape out of California. They've done nothing wrong." Jini had her turn by looking at Colonel Strong. "Okay, then. Let's get them out," he ordered strictly.

Doxin:

The whole family had a soft hug with many silent tears. "How were you still alive?" Dad asked. Jenora—or Mom said, "I was just lucky."

"But, they took our money."

"I can send 1.2 million dollars to our account, we'll be fine." Owen shrugged relivedly.

Doxin looked at Jacques. "Well, I think it's best we get outta here with these people," Doxin said, as he stretched his back triumphantly.

"Pourquoi êtes-vous si stupides américains? Mr. Scam has committed many crimes and he can't get away with it," Jacques said as he smacked his head. Doxin nodded. "But, where is he?"

"I'm over here," someone with a German deep voice reassured in a sing-song voice. Everyone faced at the dark smile of Mr. Scam—being hidden under a handkerchief. "Well, I'm surprised to see you guys found your friends. Go ahead and take them—we'll stay behind," he said as he folded his arms.

Doxin looked at him in the eye with a figure of direct hate. "No, you have committed to the United States and here, and you're not getting away that easily."

"But I'm still getting away—aren't I?" he asked as he walked.

The room became very silent, his footsteps were hushed themselves. He was in a gray suit with a black vest, and added spice with a black and white checkered bowtie.

"Well, you see—my guards are all around you, surrounding the certain war area. How could I not get away."

Doxin got out his pistol—but many rifles were overlooking him. Mr. Scam smirked under the gray trilby hat. "Nah, not gonna work. Shoot me—and you die too. You want that would you—Detective Doxin."

"Shush up, you hazard loon."

"Aww, you got offended," Mr. Scam said with googly eyes which perhaps disgusted him. "Well, I think you'll be more offended when I say this—kill them." As he said, that the commotion began to unfold as the rifles reported. "Get down!" Doxin shouted as he dragged Owen under the seat.

"Ting—Crash*

Soldiers swifty reloaded and kept firing—almost certainly breaking any type of furniture in the room. Jenora swiftly slid under the white table as bullets reflected on the ground. "Get down, Brent!" she shouted as she dragged Dad down onto the floor. She got her SMB gun and fired rapidly. Rapid fire was the only noise clicking in the room.

"Hey, Miss!" Det. Doxin shouted as he held Owen by Det. Jacques. Mom faced Doxin through the fleeting bullets. "I'll take the one's up there, cover them down here."

Jenora nodded.

The detective nimbly rolled over a couch and landed on his bottom. He continued to pursue up the stairs. Many shots fired at him—he got his pistol and shot some guards in a dead-eye shot.

"Detective coming up the base repeat detective coming up the base."

Footsteps were clogged as they ran towards him. Doxin punched a masked confederate and kicked him over the stairs.

Behind him was a guard raising his knife up to his head. He dodged the hit—grabbed his arm and reflected to his head and moved him away. He grabbed a soldier and rammed him into the other and they both fell—expiring from a shot from Mom.

Det. Jacques and Mom fired their rifles. She ducked as guards shot at her. "Doxin is gonna need help!" she shouted. "Seigneur!" he shouted hopelessly.

Jenora looked at the upper base and viewed a certain target. She reached at the back of her belt and reached for something which was in particular—explosive.

"Grenade!" a guard shouted. Doxin looked at the grenade and leaped from the base. Being through a very high fall, he jumped towards the stairs.

*Boom*

Fire busted out of the ground as smoke thickened up the sky—making it pretty usual to give everyone a dark view. Dad looked around and ducked as people shot. In accordance with the blow, Doxin crashed onto the bare floor on his back. Men died as they flew from the base to the white, tiled ground.

Dad looked at the deep commotion. Smoke thickening from the base.

Men flying and falling vigorously to the floor and an injured rescue from Jacques.

But—something else caught his wondrous eye. Mr. Scam was running outside a door at the back. He rushed to the back of the building door. But, it was certainly void—or he thought.

A loud click was appeared as a light of white haze was on Mr. Scam. "Hello, Brent. I never knew you'd be strong enough to chase after me. You got some stuff—I could say," she said as he cracked his knuckles.

"You better shush up, after killing my sister—you start talking about stuff. You know, you're just a greedy buffoon," Dad hissed pointing his blood-stained finger at him directly.

"Well, let's see who is the buffoon after this," he said as he smacked his clenched hands.