(Disclaimer Warning: Some violence and strong language)
Episode 2: The First Mission
Written By: MDTartist83, Dcaldwell101, and TallGlassofTallGlass
Based on: Characters created by Tom Ruegger
Disclaimer: Road Rovers and all its characters are the property of Warner Bros. Any fan characters depicted in this story belong to MDTartist83 and to TallGlassofTallGlass.
Prologue: On the last episode, we followed the story of William Shepherd and his closest friend and assistant, Jeffrey Preston; two professional scientists and geneticists who were hired by the US military to create the perfect soldiers; a new species that is part man, part canine, dubbed the “cano-sapien”. However, the machine which Shepherd and Jeffrey were working on wasn’t complete; it required a power source in order to fuel it. And it could only be found in the mines of Penske, Utah. And so they journey their way to the said mines, wandering the dark corridors of the area for hours; until finally they found what they were looking for. With the power source now found, they complete their first prototype Transdogmafier, and test it on their first test subject, a black Labrador named Fido. Unfortunately, due to defects in the Transdogmafier, the procedure ends up killing Fido, reducing him to a gory pile of melted flesh. This angers Jeffrey, who had high hopes for the experiment to work. While Shepherd, depressed by his failure, weeps and mourns the loss of Fido. Shortly after the funeral, Shepherd visits the grave. It is there that Fido’s spirit somehow appears to Shepherd to offer advice, and to encourage him to continue with his experiments. Shepherd takes Fido’s words to heart, and does just that; he spends the next two years fixing any glitches and bugs that might have caused the machine to malfunction in the first place. As the problems were solved, Shepherd was then satisfied. Just then, Jeffrey, who had healed from his dramatic state, returned to Shepherd to reconcile with him, and once again help him with his experiments. Finally now, with the Transdogmafier fully operational, they test it on five new experiments, all of which were successes.
From Germany, Krieger the Doberman; the leader of the team and the military combat expert. Strong, brave, courageous, loyal, and dedicated to the team and all that is good in the world. From the United States of America, Steele the mutt; the second-in-command who is also an exceptional fighter as well as a weapons specialist. A cracked marksman with the eyes of an eagle, and nerves of steel. From the Soviet Union, Mikhail the Siberian Husky; a hardened soldier who is cold and grumpy on the outside, but has a heart of gold deep down. He serves as the muscle of the group as well as the team’s medic. From Great Britain, Daniel the Rough Collie, a multi-lingual operative and a special A-class pilot. From Japan, Shogun the Akita, a master martial artist and swordsman. From North America, Butch, perhaps the most powerful and the most destructive member of the team, but is also the most aloof and anti-social of the group. The five of them have been gathered from their respective countries to fight crime and the forces of evil in all its forms. And now that they have been established by the American military as an elite group of international crime fighters, they embark on their first mission to fight evil, to instill truth and justice, and to protect world peace.
March 26th, 1985,
Sterling, Virginia; 12:34 AM
[We go to a somewhat rusty garage located in a wooded arena. Insects fly around the orange light above the garage entrance and the crickets and frogs can be heard in the surrounding wooded area. The trees blow quietly from time to time. However, the sound of rocks crunching can be heard in the distance. Eventually, a dark green 1985 Mustang drives up, with its license plate reading "St-0rm" encased in a dealership plate holder from Ted Britt Ford of Annandale VA. It comes to a stop after it exits the clearing outside the garage]
Man: We finally made it. You don't think we were followed, do you?
Driver: I would have shot anyone who I thought followed us. Now get the hell out of my car and do your thing.
Man: Fine. It’s better than sitting in this wretched piece of scrap Mustang of yours.
The man gets out of the backseat and slams the door shut.
Man: Here; keep the change.
The man tosses a stack of dollars to the driver who pockets it, and gets out as well.
Driver: Never do that again.
Man: Whatever. Now, down to business…
The two of them wander through the seemingly abandoned junkyard, which is packed with a bunch of old rusty beat up cars.
Driver: Phew! It smells like dog shit in here!
Man: Ah, but underneath this pile of “dog shit” is a well of fortune, my friend.
Driver: How so? What can possibly be found in this shit-hole?
The Driver kicks a broken tail-light into the windshield of a Toyota Corolla Coupe. It cracks the windshield further.
Man: (chuckles) Glad you asked. You see, this just so happens to be a secret hideout of mine where some of my fellow operatives happen to work.
Driver: Well holy freaking shit, man. With a job like this, it's no wonder they didn't puke out their guts.
Man: My, my, such language. Well anyway, we're just about there.
Driver: Where's "there" and what is it?
Man: Just follow me. Try not to bream anything else?
As they delve further and further down the junkyard, they see strange shadowy figure. He draws a gun on them.
Shadow: Hold it! Who goes there?!
Man: Relax. It's just an old friend who wishes to do business; nothing more and nothing less.
Shadow: Say, you look familiar. Haven't we met?
Man: Why don't you recognize me? It is I, Zachery Storm; at your service.
The shadow comes out of the shadows and into the light, revealing himself to be a man in a business suit and top hat.
Suited Man: Of course. You were the one who arranged this meeting, no?
Storm: That's right.
Suited Man: My name is Rio. I come from Brazil. I have what you need right at the base.
Storm: Then take us there.
Rio: As you wish; but first, I ask you to hand over your weapons.
Storm: But of course. (Turns to driver) Do as he says.
Driver: (Grunts) Fine.
Storm and the driver hand over their weapons to Rio.
Rio: Okay. Now follow me.
The two men follow Rio.
Driver: Where are we going?
Rio: We ask the questions around here, señior. Not you.
Before long, they reach the entrance to the hideout, which is protected by two guards.
Guard #1: State your name and business, please.
Rio: Relax, Juan. These two hombres are with me. They say they want to make a deal with the boss.
Guard #2: Alright. Proceed…
The first Guard takes out a key from his coat, opens the door, and the three men proceed inside the facility.
Driver: (Amazed) Damn! Look at this place! It's got everything!
Rio: (Nods) Si, we have all the weapons and drugs one could ask for; and we plan to distribute it worldwide. Best of all though, we have buyers and sellers all around the world for our stuff. This is a big operation after all.
Storm and the Driver look around to see boxes full of weapons and drugs.
Storm: This place seems fit for a king.
Rio: Si. Go to any place in the world, and you will find someone selling our stuff; and costumers will pay up the ass to get it. I guarantee it.
Storm: We need C4.
Rio: Eh? What for?
Storm: Let's just say I have some fireworks to set up for a very special occasion.
Rio: And just what special occasion would that be?
Storm: There's going to be a big change in how this country will be run.
Rio: I see. That's very interesting. So, how much would you like us to charge for the C4?
Storm: I'll negotiate that with the one in charge of these operations.
Rio: (Sighs) Very well. And speaking of which, we're here. The big boss; Pantera Negra.
Rio knocks on the door.
Voice: Who is it?
Rio: Es Rio. Zachary Storm wishes to speak with you, Pantera Negra.
Pantera: Let him in.
The door opens and the two men enter inside.
Pantera: Ahhhh…so we have two gringos in the neighborhood, eh? So, what brings you here?
Storm: Well, sir…I'd like to purchase some C4 from you. The occasion for it is…the assassination of the president of the United States…
Pantera stares silently at Storm.
Storm: So? What do you say, Pantera?
Pantera pulls a pistol on Storm.
Pantera: I’m so sorry, but I don't think so…
Before Pantera can fire, a shot can be heard, and Pantera collapses; and it is revealed that he was shot in the head. Behind him was another man, wearing a navy uniform, holding the gun that was used to kill Pantera. Rio comes in with his gun at the ready, but is also shot before he reacts. Storm cracks a slight smile.
Storm: You came later then discussed, but still…all according to plan. Now then…let's take what we need and get the hell out of here.
???: Agreed. Besides, I was sick of him bossing us around; but I like your scheme.
Storm: (Grins) Now you're speaking my language.
Road Rovers Base of Operations:
Shepherd: Rovers, Report!
The Road Rovers are seen racing through the halls in full gear. They arrive to the command center.
Steele: Yes, sir?
Shepherd: Road Rovers, we've got an emergency on our hands.
Butch: So spill it out already.
Krieger: Please continue.
Shepherd: As you know your first assignment is coming up. We have been getting reports of possible terrorist activity going on in the outer realms of the DC Metro area; specifically in Loudon County, Virginia. Reports of explosions have been coming in over the last several days.
Krieger: It sounds like someone is experimenting. No one just does this over several days for fun, even risking legal trouble for it.
Steele: Unless it someone absolutely crazy and sadistic…
Shepherd: That could very well be the case, Steele. But all the same, you all know your assignment. Whoever is behind these bombings is a madman who must be stopped. Road Rovers, do you understand your mission?
Road Rovers: Yes, sir.
Shepherd: Do you realize you will face great danger?
Road Rovers: Yes, sir.
Shepherd: Do you realize the possibility that some of you may not return alive?
Road Rovers: Yes, sir.
Shepherd: Are you sure? Because…some of you may perish…
Krieger boldly steps up.
Krieger: Shepherd, we spent the last two years training to handle whatever comes our way. If anything; we will face danger with courage and pride. We will not fear death either, for we are natural born warriors dedicated to honor the cause. It is both who we are and what we do.
Steele steps up with Krieger.
Steele: It is our duty to protect the public and those who long for world peace. We would gladly risk our lives for them.
Shepherd: I do admire your courage and determination. However, since this is your first mission, I must warn you to proceed with caution. If you succeed in this mission, you will be rewarded for your services. Good luck, Road Rovers.
Krieger turns to the others.
Krieger: Let's move out, Road Rovers!
The others salute to Krieger and they proceed on their way.
Coast of Virginia.
Transport boats are seen making their way to the shore where a nearby warehouse is loading large quantities of C4.
???: We need to get this load up to the Potomaic Station outside of Arlington.
Storm: That won't be a problem, Pablo. My men will take care of that.
Pablo: Alright. Better not let me down.
Storm: Who said you were the head of operations? You work for me so if you want to find work elsewhere, I'm sure being in hell will be nice for you.
Pablo is silent for a moment from some fear and shock.
Storm: That's what I thought. Now, what to do next…
Storm grabs his communicator and dials a phone number. He listens to it. It rings several times…and then finally, someone answers.
Voice: Yes sir?
Storm: Hello, Marvin. Are the ships ready for pick up?
Voice: Yes, sir.
Storm: Good. Have them here in the next hour.
Voice: Yes, sir.
Storm: Great. Storm out.
Storm ends the transmission.
Pablo: Looks like all is going to plan at this point, but we need to stay low.
Storm: I agree. Can't let the cops know we're here. We also need to make sure no pesky flies are spying on us.
Pablo: We should probably head out before anyone catches on.
Suddenly, the two men hear something.
Storm looks over his shoulder to see a child hiding behind the boxes.
Kid: Uh oh…
Storm: Hey! How'd you get in here?!
The kid makes a run for it.
Storm: Don't let that meddling kid get away! After him!
Pablo and several others purse the kid through the facility.
Kid: Oh crap!
Henchman 1: (in Spanish) Stop right there!
Henchman 2: (in Spanish) Stop or we'll shoot!
The Kid freezes for a moment, but then is able to knock over some of the cargo boxes, cutting off the Henchman's path to him. They slip and hit the ground.
Henchman 1: Ahh! Conio!
Henchman 2: Aye! (Cursing in Spanish)
Storm: Close all the exits! Don't let him escape!
Henchman 3: On it!
The third henchman turns on a switch that closes all the doors and windows. The place is now swarming with guards. As the kid reaches for the exit, he is surrounded. The guards aim their rifles.
Henchmen: Stay where you are!
Henchman: Don't move!
Kid: (panicked sounds)
The boy stops. He then turns around and tries to run, but is then hit in the head by the end of another guard's rifle. He drops to the ground. As he comes to, he sees Storm standing over him.
Storm: Well, what have we here?
Storm crouches down to the child’s level.
Storm: (Tsk, tsk, tsk) Nosy kid. You shouldn't have stuck your nose where it doesn't belong.
Kid: I…I didn't mean…to…
Storm: I am sure you didn't, but still…that doesn't change the fact that you happened at the wrong place at the wrong time. You should have stayed at home studying for exams.
Kid: Please, sir…It won't happen again…
Storm: You're right…it won't, it most certainly won’t…and since you've become a security risk, I'm afraid I cannot allow you to live…
Kid: You mean…?
Storm: Yes… I'm afraid I have no other option.
Storm gets his gun and cocks it.
Storm: Sweet dreams, kid.
The kid closes his eyes as Storm aims his gun at him, but then suddenly…CRASH!!!
Pablo: Que?! (What?!)
Krieger: Stop right there!
They all turn to where the voice was coming from to see Krieger and the Road Rovers walking out of the cloud of smoke and debris. They stand heroically before the villains.
Pablo: ¿Qué demonios son esos? (What the hell are those?)
Storm: Who…Wha…What the hell are you?! Some kind of mutant freaks?!
Krieger pulls out his gun.
Krieger: Let the boy go…
Storm grabs the kid and holds him at gun point.
Storm: I don't know who you freaks are, why you are here or what you want; but no dogs and no one is going to stop me from carrying out my plans!
Krieger: This is your second and last warning, Storm…let the kid go, or so help me God I will put you down.
Storm: I think you're forgetting one thing; there's more than forty people in this building! You think you can take them all on by yourself?!
Krieger squeezes the trigger and shoots the gun out of Storm's hand.
Daniel lassos the kid's waste and pulls him towards the group.
Steele: Daniel! Get the kid out of here!
Storm: Damn you! Open fire!
The henchmen all open fire on the Road Rovers, who all scatter around the room to avoid the gunfire. They hide behind the cargo boxes.
Krieger [Into a Walkie-Talkie]: Come in, Daniel!
Daniel picks while holding the kid, who is starting to cry, close by him.
Daniel [Walkie-Talkie]: Yes, Krieger!
Krieger: Protect the kid! Steele, Mikhail, and I are going after Storm!
Krieger shoots down five of Storm's henchmen. Steele rolls around the ground and shoots down several more of them.
Mikhail: Come on!
Mikhail proceeds to engage two of the gunmen. Mikhail is able to fire at their feet to make them flinch back before charging one of them. The other gunman tries to shoot Mikhail only for Mikhail to shield himself using the gunman he was in combat with. He then fires back at the assailant shooting him down before dropping the body and running for more cover as more gunshots ring out.
Butch: (Cracks knuckles) Now it’s my turn!
Several Gunmen surround Butch. Just as they are about to fire, Butch jumps high in the air, causing the gunmen to take each other out. Butch lands on a platform and elbows a gunman on the platform, which knocks his gun out of his hands and causing him to fall off. Butch begins to fire from above at all the remaining gunmen.
Mikhail: (Thumbs-up) Nice work, comrade.
Meanwhile, back with Krieger and Steele who were hot on Storm's trail.
Storm: Piss off already, you goddamn unnaturals!
Steele: Give yourself up!
They chase Storm all through the facility, passing by countless obstacles like fences and barricades. In the midst of the chase, Storm knocks over some barrels which Krieger and Steele easily avoid by jumping over. As they chase him to the rooftops, Storm jumps over a large gap between two buildings which Krieger and Steele do just as easily.
Finally, they have him cornered to a dead end. Krieger and Steele both point their guns.
Steele: There's nowhere to run now, Storm! Give yourself up!
Krieger: Its over!
Storm remains silent, but then he begins to chuckles softly; and then his chuckles become a loud cackle. Krieger and Steele blink twice, but never taking their eyes off him.
Storm: Oh, but that's where you're wrong! The game is FAR from over! And I've only just begun!
Krieger: Shut up! Put your hands on top of your head and surrender!
Storm: You'll have to catch me first…
Storm poses like a cross before dropping off the edge of the building.
Krieger: You’re not getting away!
They race to the edge to see where Storm had fallen; and to their surprise, Storm was hanging on the ladder of a helicopter that was taking off.
Krieger: Damn it!
Storm: Hahahahahaha! Surprised?! Well so long, freaks! I'm off to make my dreams a reality!
Storm climbs up the ladder as the helicopter flies away into the sky.
Steele: Hurry! We must stop him!
Krieger grabs his communicator.
Krieger: Krieger to all troops! Regroup! Daniel, prepare the Jet Rover! We're going in pursuit!
Daniel: I have it on standby! Report to the loading dock!
Krieger: Got it! Krieger out!
Krieger: What is it, Steele?
Steele points his finger towards the ledge, and they see a notebook Storm had dropped.
Krieger: What is this?
The book cover was slightly worn, a chocolate brown leather cover with the occasional exposure of the black hard cover, as well as cracks in the leather. It was held shut by what appeared to be a red band. There was no visible writing on either side to tell what it was for.
Krieger: I wonder what this could be…there's no title on this book.
Krieger opens the book. It reveals to be a messy document full of detailed plan of some sort. However, it was all written in Spanish, so Krieger could not understand.
Steele: What is it?
Krieger: It's all written in a foreign language. I can't understand a single word of it.
Steele: Here, let me have a look at it.
Krieger passes the book to Steele, who proceeds to read through it. Apparently, he understands the Spanish text.
Krieger: What does it say?
Steele: This seems to be some sort of plan involving some explosives…
Krieger: Explosives…wait…those crates in the warehouse…
Steele: He's clearly planning to use them…but for what?
Steele reads further into the book and discovers that Storm plans on car bombing the White House.
Krieger: Oh mein Gott! That sick bastard!
Steele: He plans to assassinate the President!
Krieger: We have to get moving, now!
Meanwhile, back with Storm.
Storm: (Exhales) I made it…
Pilot: That sure was a close shave, eh boss?
Storm: Quite…I just barely escaped a couple of…Dogs…
Pilot: P… Peros?
Storm: Yes, dogs…they didn't send the army; they didn't send the FBI or even the CIA! They sent mutant mutts after me!
Pilot: Are you on drugs or something, hombre?
Storm: No, you idiot!
Storm hits the pilot on the head.
Storm: I am NOT crazy! I know what I saw down there! Those things wiped out all my henchmen! If they can do that they must be professionals! I don't know who authorized them, but I'm not about to let a bunch of mutts get in the way of my ambition!
The pilot looks at Storm, still skeptical; but decides to just agree with Storm so he doesn't have to deal with one of his fits.
Pilot: Whatever you say, senor…
Storm: But all my men are dead. I'm going to need reinforcements.
Pilot: I already have some men on standby at the rendezvous point. We are less than a half hour away.
Storm: Good, now hurry!
We cut back to the Road Rovers, who are all onboard the Jet Rover with Daniel at the controls. And the boy form earlier is with them.
Daniel: Oy, lad; what were you doing back in the warehouse? And what did you see in there?
Kid: I saw a bunch of boxes. They were full of drugs and weapons.
Shogun: Anything else?
Kid: They were transporting loads of C4. They plan to ship it to Washington DC.
Krieger: You should know better than to wander into strange places all by yourself. You know what could have happened if we didn't arrive on time?
Kid: (Ashamed) I…I'm sorry, sir…
Daniel: Krieger, don't be too hard on the boy.
Krieger: Save it, Daniel. (Turns to the boy) What's your name, kid?
Kid: Max…Max Jones…
Krieger: I see. And do you have a mother and father, Max?
Max: No…my father was abusive and killed my mother in a fit of rage one night, and then tried to kill me. He failed, and got arrested. No one else wants to take me in, so I fend for myself.
Daniel: So you live in the streets?
Max: Yes, sir…
Daniel: (Sympathetic) Aww… you poor lad…
Krieger: All the same, you're a civilian; and you endangered your own life.
Shogun: What should we do with the shonen, Krieger-Soudaisho?
Max: Are you guys going to punish me?
Krieger: No. However you are to be in our custody for now until we figure out what to do with you.
Max: Thank you…
Krieger: But be aware, Max; beware that we will be entering the frontlines of Hell. Your safety is not guaranteed with us. Understand?
Butch: I say we ditch the kid. He'll just get in the way.
Butch: He isn't our problem. He got himself into this mess. So let's just drop him off at like a school or something and get on with the mission.
Krieger: (stern) NO!
Everybody looks at Krieger, who continues.
Krieger: If Storm has connections with criminals all over the world, then Max's life is in danger no matter where we drop him off. Deserting him is strictly out of the question. They will do anything to destroy any evidence and cover their tracks. That includes murdering innocent civilians; and children are no exception. If they believe he holds vital information that would jeopardize their operation, then Max isn't safe.
Shogun: So what should we do, Krieger-Soudaisho?
Krieger: He'll have to remain in our custody for now. That's the only logical choice.
Steele: Well if we have to go head on into a terrorist plot, it wouldn't be the best idea to bring him along. One of us is going to have opt out and look after him while the others handle this mess.
Butch: Fine, I'll…
Krieger: Hell no… (Stands in front of Butch and pushes him slightly)
Daniel steps up.
Daniel: Krieger, sir?
Krieger: Yes, Daniel?
Daniel: If it's all the same, I think I should watch over the boy. With your kind permission of course…
Krieger thinks for a moment.
Krieger: It's been decided. Daniel, you will watch over Max. The rest of us will engage the enemy.
Daniel: (Salutes) Roger!
Krieger: Steele, do you have a fix on Storm's current whereabouts?
Steele: Not as of the moment, but it would be best to stick close to the Whitehouse.
Krieger: Agreed. That way when the enemy shows up, we'll catch them by surprise.
Steele: We will also have to let the president know in advance.
Krieger: Good thinking, Steele.
Butch: (Clears throat) In case you guys forgotten, we're dogs! How do you think the President is going to react when he sees 6 foot tall dog men in his presence?!
Krieger: You're right…
Steele: But what choice do we have?
Krieger: At this point, none…
Shogun: Hai…but the life of one of an important man is in danger; and we must protect him no matter the cost.
Butch: Well how the hell are we going to get even 100 yards from him with all his bodyguards?! We'll be shot on site!
Steele: We'll just have to improvise.
2:36PM, Boston. Captain Storm has just arrived to a secret hideout.
Storm: I swear to god if they get in my way again…
Driver: Umm…sir, we're here…
Storm: About time…
They leave the limo, and enter into a secluded building which is apparently abandoned and poorly kept. They are greeted by several men in business suits and hats.
Man: Ah, we've been expecting you. Come this way.
The men escort Storm and his lackey down the halls and into a dark and secure room.
Lackey: It's dark in here…
Russian Voice: So sorry. Let me turn on the light.
Suddenly, the lights flash on, they meet with a Russian man with a thick gray beard and wearing a soviet symbol on his chest. He is accompanied by two of his henchmen on both sides of him.
Russian Man: Ahhhh…Zachary Storm. It is good pleasure to finally meeting with you. So, what brings you all the way here to Boston?
Captain: Cut the crap, Karamazov; you know exactly why I'm here.
Karamazov: (Nodding) Da, it seems you be having some bad luck in Virginia, no?
Captain: I was in the middle of a smuggling operation transporting explosives; but then my men found themselves completely annihilated…by a bunch of…Dogs…
Karamazov: Like guard dogs?
Captain: No. This is much worse. They are…bipedal…anthropomorphic mutants…they talk just like you and me; and they walk upright, just like you and me. I know it sounds crazy, but that's what I saw.
Karamazov smiles mockingly, and he and his men crack up laughing.
Karamazov: How many hours of sleep you have, comrade?! Surely you do not expect us to believe what you saw is real!
They continue laughing.
Storm: Oh yeah?
Storm pulls out a photo he took of Krieger and Steele just after he took off.
Karamazov: Eh?! What's this?!
Karamazov snatches the photo from Storm and analyzes it. He goes mad with insanity.
Karamazov: (Muttering words in Russian)
Storm: Well? Now do you believe me?
Storm: Do you or don’t you?!
Karamazov looks at Storm for a moment, and comments.
Karamazov: These must be big rats…
Storm: Yes… HUGE ones.
Karamazov: Are you sure these aren't some men in kink suits?
Storm: Yes, I'm sure! And no, I'm not going crazy! I'm speaking the truth!
Karamazov: (in Russian) Oh my lord...
Storm: Look, that's the least of our problems right now! Right now we have an assassination to prepare for! And since all the cargo and explosives were confiscated in Virginia, I need to know if you have any supplies in this old dump!
Karamazov: Well…you've come to the right place…
Karamazov snaps his fingers, and his men open the doors to reveal crates filled with explosives.
Storm: So…how much you asking for this?
Karamazov: All of this will be approximately…10,000 US dollars.
Lackey: 10,000 US dollars?! Are you kidding me?!
Storm: That sounds reasonable. It's not like that other guy who tried to charge us 25 times this.
Storm reaches into his suitcase and pulls out 10 bundles of $1,000, and passes it to Karamazov. He checks the dollars thoroughly to insure their authenticity and smiles.
Karamazov: Pleasure doing business with you, comrade. It’s all yours.
Storm: Hey, you're the only guy I can trust on this market. The pleasure was mine.
They shake hands.
Washington D.C. 3:34 PM. The President is seen sitting in his office chair. He is talking with a secretary.
Secretary: Your Excellency. The situation has gotten worse. It appears that more smugglings have broken out in several locations in the United States.
President: Hmmm…It's a lot worse than I thought. Have any of the areas been searched? And what is their cargo?
Secretary: There's been a report in Virginia about the smuggling. The cargo are packages of C4 explosives. Yet we don't know what the terrorists are planning.
President: I see.
Secretary: Yes. We suspect they're planning a wholescale massacre. There's more then that; reports say that the operation in Virginia was stopped. However, we don't know by who at this point. We have recovered the bodies of several henchmen in the coast of Virginia.
President: I see. I will have to contact the FBI to get some field agents to investigate. I have a feeling this is going to become something more as it's not natural for this kind of activity to be going on.
Secretary: Sir, I'll have a whole squadron of agents ready for investigation.
President: Also, make sure we can get some of the head of states out of the area discretely.
Secretary: Yes, sir.
The secretary leaves the room. The President rests on his chair in the office and sighs.
President: The chaos just never ends…
The President looks outside his window to see the sun shining bright, and the birds chirping in the trees.
President: (Thinking) Those birds sing so happily in a world that's ravaged by war and corruption. How I wish that the world would be a more peaceful place for them to sing their songs of peace and joy…
Suddenly, the phone rings. The President answers it.
President: This is the president of the United States. How may I help you?
???: Sir, we need to warn you…
President: What? Who is this? How did you reach this number?
???: We have connections. You'll just have to meet us to find out. We promise we don't mean harm sir…but are you aware of the explosions?
President: Well…yes, of course. My secretary just informed me that a smuggling in Virginia was stopped.
???: We know more about it. We know who the mastermind is. We are going to stop him. Before you leave though, we need to meet with you.
President: I understand, but who are you? Judging by your accent; you are not exactly American, are you? And just where do you want to meet with me?
???: My name is Krieger…it regards stopping this act of terrorism. Meet us at the Memorial area in ten minutes… But please hurry, time is of the essence.
Krieger hangs up.
President: Hello? Hello?
The President looks at the phone for a few seconds, and then he hangs up. Then he gets off his chair, and leaves the room. Two of the bodyguards are seen just outside the hallways. They spot him.
Body Guard: Mr. President, sir? What's going on? Where are you going?
President: Garret, Mick, prepare the limo. Assemble the guards. We're taking a trip to the Memorial area.
Body Guard 2: What for, sir?
President: A private meeting…
10 minutes later; 3:44 PM. Memorial Area.
The President's limo shows up. An assistant opens the door for the President and looks around cautiously.
Bodyguards: Allow us to accompany you there, Mr. President, sir. This could be risky.
The President steps out as the two bodyguards follow suit.
President: Let's go.
Just as they proceed, Krieger appears.
President: What in the…?!
Bodyguard: Who are you?! Are you with the terrorists?!
Krieger: Nein. I am here to help.
Bodyguard: (Pulls out gun) You're lying! Sir, requesting permission to fire!
President: Denied. He is the same voice I heard on the phone; but I have to ask…why the odd costume? Also, judging by your accent and the word you used…are you German?
Krieger: I am indeed from that country. I also assure you, sir; what you see before you is real. This is not a costume; this is no mask, it’s my actual face and body.
President: (Shocked) Wait…what?!
Krieger: (Offers hand) Yes. If you don't believe me, shake my hand.
Bodyguard: Sir, you don't think…?
President: Let's see…
The President slowly takes Krieger's hand and they shake. He feels the fur on his hand.
President: My God…you really weren't joking…
President: As much as I would like to know about how this is possible, we have more important matters to discuss. What do you know about terrorist smugglings?
Krieger: They are plotting an assassination.
President: Assassination? On who?
Krieger: Who else? Other than…you?
President: Me? But why me?
Krieger: Because you're one of the most important people in the world today. The terrorists want you dead so they can take your place as president of the United States, and chief commander of the American military.
President: Who is the one plotting all of this?
Krieger: According to his data files, his name is Zachary Storm…
President: Storm? Him?
Even the bodyguards’ faces lit up with recognition of the name.
Bodyguard 1: Storm? He’s back?
Bodyguard 2: I can’t believe it…
Krieger: Yes. You're familiar with him already? Tell me, what do you know about him?
President: The Supreme Court dealt with him a year ago. It was discovered he was being extremely abusive to his fellow soldiers as well as leading to corruption, and even he is thought to have ordered the murder of one of his commanding officers. A court martial was in place for him, but he disappeared before he was seized. We assumed he fled back to the United Kingdom were he came from. So most of the search efforts have been placed under the jurisdictions of the British Corps…
Krieger: Sir, Storm is indeed here in America. He's under your jurisdiction now; and as long as he's running loose, you and this entire country are at stake. We are a top secret Special Forces unit assigned to ensure your protection.
President: Who is your commander?
Krieger: Commander James Hawkins.
President: I do believe I once met him once before. He came to us for some important funding for some experiment we all found rather…unrealstic…but I guess he was actually able to do something never done before after all…given you standing before us.
Krieger: Well, we are the result of that experiment.
President: (Raises an eyebrow) We?
Steele, Shogun, Butch, Mikhail, and Daniel appear along with Max. The bodyguards freak out. They instinctually aim their guns.
President: Stop it, boys! Hold your fire! Stop! I said stop!
Krieger: Daniel, take Max. Get him out of here.
Daniel: Yes, sir. Come on, Max.
Daniel and Max leave the scene.
President: So what is the name of your group, Krieger?
Krieger: We'll answer all your questions in good time, sir; But please, we need you to come with us. Time is against us.
President: Very well. Let's get back to the Whitehouse.
Krieger: Nein. That's too dangerous. They'll be expecting you.
Bodyguard: Mr. President, sir; the limo is ready.
Steele: (Sniffs) Huh…?
Krieger: What is it, Steele?
Steele: The limo…EVERYBODY!!! HIT THE DIRT!!!!!
The Road Rovers all duck and cover, and Krieger tackles the President and shields him as the limo explodes. The explosion kills the driver and some of the guards in the process. All that remains of the vehicle is a smoking pile of rubble.
President: It…It blew up!
Krieger: Someone must have planted a bomb during our conversation…
Steele: I didn't see anything. It must have been done a while ago…
Krieger: This can only mean one thing…
Mikhail: Yeah. The terrorists are not far behind.
Suddenly, one of the bodyguards is shot in the chest. He drops dead. Then two other bodyguards are shot. They also drop dead.
Krieger: Watch out! There's a sniper nearby!
Suddenly a series of bullets shoot into the ground not far from them.
Steele: Run for it!
Krieger: Stay close to me, Herr Präsident!
Krieger shields the President with himself, and the Road Rovers make a run for it as a hail of bullets chases them down. They barely dodge them; but then the sound of a helicopter also can be heard. Not only were there snipers on the ground, but also in the air.
Mikhail: Bolshoi! They're coming at us from the sky and the ground!
Butch: Tell us something we don't know!
Krieger: We need to find cover! Now!
Steele: Alright! Let's split up!
Butch: Is that really such a good idea?!
Krieger: Shut up and just do it! I'll take the president! Steele, return fire!
Steele: Roger that!
Krieger takes the President to safety while Steele, Mikhail, Butch, and Shogun deal with the attacking helicopters.
Butch, Shogun, Mikhail, and Steele scatter around the area, causing the helicopter to pursue Steele. While hiding in a secluded area, Steele prepares his bazooka, and cocks it. He peeks his head out to see the helicopter in plain sight. It fires at him, but Steele manages to dodge its line of fire. Steele then exposes himself out into the open, and the helicopter fires a missile which Steele barely dodges. It explodes behind him.
Steele: Eat this!
Steele fires his bazooka, and takes out the helicopter. It crashes into the ground, and explodes. All that's left of the vehicle and its pilot is now a smoking pile of rubble. Meanwhile, back with Butch and Shogun, they were dealing with the snipers.
Butch: Can you make out how many snipers there are?
Shogun: Given how many angles we were shot at, I'd say 3.
Butch: Okay. We each take one then, but we also have to be careful in case the ones we deal with decide to go for one they aren't directly engaged with.
Shogun: Hai! Sodes!
Butch: Yeah, whatever.
Mikhail takes out a mirror and positions it just slightly out of their hiding place. The light reflects off the mirror; and just seconds later, it is shot out of Shogun's hand by a sniper.
Mikhail: DAH! He's hiding in trees!
A flash of light reflects off the sniper's scope.
Butch: I see him! Go for it!
Shogun charges towards the tree, dodging all the bullets being fired at him. His speed and reflexes where unlike anything ever seen before. He then draws his blade and slashes the tree, causing it to fall with the sniper in it. The sniper recovers and continues to fire, but Shogun is able to deflect the bullets with his blade.
BANG!!! BANG!!! SHING!!! SHING!!!
Sniper: What the!?
Shogun closes in and now the sniper has ran out of ammo. But before he can react, Shogun slices at him, cutting off the barrel of his gun, as well as diagonally slicing across the sniper's chest and stomach, creating a massive gash.
Shogun: HISSATSU!!! (Killing Blow!)
The sniper's weapon falls apart; and then seconds later, the sniper's chest and stomach burst open, and blood blasts out of him. He drops to the ground dead.
Shogun: Hmm?! Abunai! (Watch out!)
Shogun races to Butch, and as a sniper fires, the Akita deflects it off his sword.
Mikhail: I got him!
Mikhail shoves Shogun out of the way, aims his gun, and fires once, hitting the sniper in the eye through his scope. The sniper drops dead.
Mikhail: That just leaves one more…
Meanwhile, back with Krieger and the President…
Krieger: Are you okay, Herr Präsident?
President: Yes, but…I've never seen soldiers who could handle themselves quite this well. I guess you weren't joking when you said you're an elite group. I must say, for a dog you're quite impressive. Please don't take that the wrong way.
Krieger: Danke, but less talk right now. We're not out of the woods yet.
Suddenly, a bullet fires in their direction. It hits a wall just in between Krieger and the President.
Krieger: Keep your head down!
Krieger pushes the President's head down, and grabs his gun. He aims it and fires, blowing off the top left section of the Sniper's skull, causing him to fall back dead.
Krieger: That was too easy…warten…(sniffs in the air) someone else is here.
President: But who?
Suddenly, an assassin with a mask attacks Krieger. He slashes at him with an army knife. Krieger dodges every swipe he takes.
SLASH!!! SLASH!!! SLASH!!! SLASH!!!
Krieger chops the man's arm, disarming him of his weapon. The attacker tries to punch Krieger, but he grabs his fist and body slams him. Then the man kicks Krieger off him, and springs to his feet. He assumes a fighting stance, and Krieger engages. They trade punches and kicks with each other, and the attacker manages to knock Krieger to a wall. The assassin then prepares his claws out of his gauntlet, and attacks. He barely manages to brush Krieger's face; but as he comes in for the kill, Krieger retaliates by grabbing the man's arm and he breaks it by sheer force.
Krieger then punches him in the gut and in the face several times, knocking him off his feet.
Krieger: Stand down!
The assassin tries to grab a nearby gun. But Krieger kicks the gun out of his hand, and places his other foot on his neck, choking him. Just then, the other Road Rovers appeared on the scene and circled around Krieger and the attacker.
Krieger: Give me one good reason why I should let you live at this point!
Assassin: (chokes) Please! I…I…I'm just doing my job!
Krieger presses his boot down harder.
Krieger: Your job!?
Krieger grabs the man by his neck, and removes his mask. He then forcefully pins him against the wall, causing him discomfort.
Krieger: You're going to talk right now, you piece of scheisse. Where is your boss?! Where's Zachary Storm?!
Assassin: I…I…I don't know!
Krieger: Well then, I guess I'll just have to kill you.
Assassin: Wait! Wait! I'll tell you! Please, just don't kill me!
Krieger: Well then SPEAK!!!
Assassin: Look…I didn't even want to do this in the first place…Storm forced me too…he threatened the safety of my newborn and wife…
Steele: Shut up! Save your lies for the judge!
Assassin: I'm not lying…here, look…
The assassin turns his head to reveal a silver locket had fallen out of his pocket.
Krieger: Steele, grab it…
Steele grabs the locket, and looks into it. He sees the man with his wife and newborn son.
Steele: Hmm…He could be telling the truth after all.
Krieger: (Stern) What's your name?
Assassin: Hanover… Hanover Watson…
Krieger: If what you say is true, you may be let off easy. Now, I'm gonna ask you one more time; where is Captain Storm.
Hanover: He's at the Washington Monunment. He has several vehicles loaded with C4 lined around the central roadways…
Steele: Was?! What does he plan to do with it?!
Hanover: He has really gone all out to ensure the death of the President. The subway and airport are also rigged...
Butch: Ah shit…what do we do now?
Krieger: Are any of the aircraft rigged that you guys used?
Mikhail: I believe I have the answer.
Mikhail: Da. What about those? (Points to planes)
Krieger: But are they rigged to explode?
Steele: There's only one way to find out…
Steele looks at Hanover.
Steele: Is this plane rigged?
Krieger: (Slightly distrusting) Are you sure?
Butch: I say we use him as bate just to be safe.
Krieger: Good idea.
Krieger pushes Hanover into the vehicle to have him examine it.
Hanover: Nothing here…OW…(Clings to arm)
Steele: What's wrong?
Krieger: Oh…I broke his arm.
Shogun: I will attend to him.
Butch: So what now, Krieger?
Krieger: I will have to have one of you escort the bodyguard back so a warning can be issued in the area about these bombs, just in case Storm decides on making them go off if he gets bored of waiting…
Steele: We have to be quick about it too.
Mikhail: What about the President, comrade?
Krieger: Two of us need to stand by him.
Steele places one hand on Krieger's shoulder.
Steele: I'll stand by your side, Krieger.
Krieger: Mikhail and Butch, you escort the surviving bodyguards.
Mikhail: (Does thumbs up) Roger, comrade.
Butch: Make sure you guard him with your life!
Krieger: Let's move out, Rovers! Schnell!
Everyone goes on their respective objectives, meanwhile with Storm…
Storm: Damn! Those blasted mutts are quite a formidable force! But no matter…I still have the upper hand…
Lackey 1: How so, Storm?
Storm: I'll have not only the Whitehouse, but the entire city shall be rigged with bombs! We'll have ourselves a great big fireworks show!
Lackey 1: That's insane!
Storm: And what's wrong with being insane? Sometimes in life you have to DO insane things in order to make a point! And I'm going to make an example of this city! And I'll be rid of those mongrels and the President in one fell swoop! Or should I say…in one glorious…big bang?
Lackey 2: Yeah!
Lackey 1: So when do we start, boss? Like, right now?
Storm: No! In a thousand years! Of course now! Now get going! I want the president dead and I want him dead now!
Lackey 2: Yeah! Get it straight, dumbass!
Storm: Make sure you cover every square inch of this city! Washington DC shall become one big graveyard by the time we are done!
Lackeys: Right! Consider it done, sir!
Meanwhile with Daniel and Max, touring the Air and Space museum.
Daniel: Quite a magnificent sight; isn't it, lad?
Max: Sure is. Haven't been here since I was 6…
Daniel: You don't say?
Max: Yeah. My dad used to work here.
Daniel: I see. So that must mean that you have some good memories of him, right?
Max: He wasn't really nice at it. He got fired for screaming at a kid for crying; but he did let me do whatever I want. He also sometimes snuck me things from the gift shop.
Daniel: I see. So your old man was kind of a shady bloke, eh?
Max: Yep. He even got into coke, if you know what I mean…
Daniel: Oohhh…touchy subject, lad. (Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk) A father like that should be ashamed of subjecting an innocent lad like you to that kind of life. So what became of him if you don't mind me asking?
Max freezes for a moment.
Daniel: Uh oh…must have pushed the wrong button…
Max looks up at the ceiling to look at all the planes and spacecraft. His eyes tear up.
Max: He killed the rest of my family…it was late at night…
Max goes into a flashback to that dreadful night.
The date, August 17th, 1980…
Max: It was late at night. I was outside on the patio. My parents, arguing as normal…I was only 5 years old…
Father: You're late…as always…
Mother: Honey, please! I don't need this right now!
Father: Well what the hell are you doing this time of night?! I work my butt off ten hours a day, I come home starving, and where are you?! Screwing around with other men!
Mother: They're clients! Nothing more! Jesus, why do you always jump to conclusions like that?!
Father: Well then why did I find that "test" in the bathroom trash?!
Mother: (Shocked) What?!
Father: Bitch, don't play dumb with me! You know what I'm talking about!
Mother: No! No! You've got it all wrong! Honestly I…!
The father slaps the mother with such force she falls back.
Mother: (Cries) AGH!!!
Max takes notice from outside and rushes inside to check on her.
Mother: (Crying) Oh please, don't…
Max races to his mother's side.
Max: Mommy! Why is daddy hitting you?! What is happening, Mommy?!
Mother: No, son! Get back! Stay away!
Father: Piss off, Maxwell! Go to your room now!
Max: No dad! Don't hurt my mommy! Please!
Father: I said GET OUT OF HERE!!!
The father slaps Max in the face and knocks him back. Then the man proceeds to attack his wife.
The father proceeds to strangle the mother. Their shadows cover a terrified Max.
The father grabs a knife from the counter.
Father: I will teach you some respect!
Max: No! Stop!
The father stabs into the mother off-screen, and the blood splatters on the walls and on Max's face.
The flashback ends.
Max: After he went crazy and killed the rest of my family, he was arrested and sentenced to life in prison.
A dead silence comes between them. Daniel could relate being as a puppy his father also killed his mother and other siblings.
Max: (cries and whimpers on Daniel's chest)
Daniel embraces Max. Patting his back.
Daniel: Awe... There, there, little fella. You're not the only one with a sad story. Why, I had me own share of craziness back in my youth…
Daniel: That's right, lad. Come to think of it, I've had a similar experience.
Max: You did?
Daniel: Yes, I did… But that's in the past now…
Max: Well, why don't you tell me about your past, Daniel?
Daniel: Of course. But let's get some lunch. I'll discuss it over that.
Max: Okay, but… Where to?
Daniel: This place has a cafeteria near the entrance.
Suddenly, Daniel's communicator went off.
Max: What's that?
Daniel answers his communicator.
Daniel: This is Pilot to Chief. Over?
Max: What's happening?
Krieger: Chief to Pilot. What's your condition?
Daniel: Pilot to Chief, in the Air In Space with VIP.
Krieger: Heads up, Pilot. We suspect that the whole city is rigged with bombs.
Daniel: Wait, WHAT?!
Max: What's wrong, Daniel?
Krieger: Pilot, protect the kid. But you got to move now. Rendezvous with us at the park. On the double!
Daniel: Chief, but what about the VIP I have?
Krieger: Take him with you! And protect him at all costs!
Daniel: I copy, chief.
Krieger: Good. Chief out.
Daniel: Okay, Max. We gotta get moving.
Max: What’s wrong?
Daniel: Don’t ask questions, lad. Just come with me. We gotta move. Now.
Epilogue: It seems the Road Rovers are now in a tight situation. Not only must they protect the President from Captain Storm, but they must now save an entire city from being engulfed in flames and smoke. Thousands of lives are at stake. And time is against our heroes. Will they be able to protect the President and save an entire city at the same time? See part 2 to find out.
To be continued…