Sky-dive scuba-dive

Jefferson furiously slammed the table, "These typical army figures supplying us with nothing but equipment! " It was no longer that warm in Southern California as the cool breeze came rushing in as the sun set as if it eagerly wanted to escape. The sky was flooded with streaks of orange and red as the moon began to take over. Inside one of the many CIA bases ranging across America stood two agents and the head of operations. Jefferson was reaching his 50s more quickly than any other man normally would. He has grey hair that was cropped to almost nothing, blue eyes and a face that screamed military. The agent on the left was called Jackson, he has deep brown eyes with dark brown hair to go with the collection. He had spent nine years as a fighter pilot for the U.S Air Force before being approached by the CIA. Jackson committed to his work and it was for that reason that he had no family. He has the build of an athlete and the determination of one. Unlike Jackson, he had worked for the CIA ever since he graduated from university and kept family and work separate like water an oil, it was better this way. He has light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Like Jackson, he is very emotional and left killing to a last resort. In front of Jackson and Brant was a smooth wooden desk with Jefferson sitting on a seat behind it. He is fuming, as mad as a bull and as dangerous as one. Anger seemed to stalk the room as if it was alive. Just hours earlier scientists had unusually picked up Beta particles in amounts usually emitted by Tritium escaping from what was once a marine research Centre resting in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The scientists believed it was coming from a disaster loving modified nuclear bomb powered by nuclear fusion. The effects could potentially destroy 75% of the U.S as well as smaller countries and islands around it. The military though had only supplied the operation and left the mission to the CIA. "So let me get this clear, we're going to get you into this research Centre and you'll have about two hours to disarm the nuclear bomb, and then set up a smaller bomb that will only destroy the nuclear bomb and that blasted research Centre, which means you'll have only ten minutes to get out before you're blown sky-high. Is that clear!? " shouted Jefferson who you'd thought would have calmed down by now. Both Jackson and Brant nodded. "Just one question, how are we going to get into this research Centre in the first place? " questioned Jackson. "Oh, we'll get you in alright " replied Jefferson with a slight smile. 

The thunder and rain attacked the aircraft carrier set out near Washington. It was a cold and windy day and all that could be heard was the screech of engines as fighter planes took off or landed and the booming of the thunder. In the middle of the aircraft carrier sat Jackson and Brant in a plane glider. The plane was approximately seven meters in front of the glider, and it planned to take off the glider in an aero-tow operation. The wind howled and the rain splattered against the metal surface as the pilot began to make his final checks on the flight instruments in the cockpit. The static broke into a series of sounds "T-2 minutes until take-off ". Jackson and Brant equipped their fighter pilot masks due to the incredible speeds they would be reaching. The plane in front of the glider started its rotors. It was a Cessna 172 Sky Hawk which can be thought as the gift to aviation. The glider was attached by a cable to the Cessna, and at this moment it was looming forwards like a creature stalking towards its prey. After about forty seconds the glider was doing about ninety miles per hour which slowly crept up to about a hundred as it took off from the aircraft carrier. Its white body rising into the atmosphere, it was a bird escaping reality whilst at the same time trapped in it unable to escape.

Jackson woke up to the serine sound of the waves crashing as the glider got closer to its destination. All that could be seen were the pink coated clouds below the glider as it silently flew determined towards its destination like a bird eager to bring food to the table. Brant was already awake and was putting on his sky-diving equipment. He suddenly stared at Jackson "Was going to wake you up, but I thought you needed your sleep ". Jackson could only reply with a mere "Thanks, I guess ". Before too putting on his sky-diving equipment consisting of a chute, various components and the dark camouflaged parachute that hid secretly like a child on the first day of school, which was used in most military operations. Brant pulled out his hidden radio controller "This is agent Brant, CIA, undergoing a mission to disarm a nuclear bomb in an abandoned marine research Centre, coordinates 30.139916, -40.775189. Requesting a plane from the nearest aircraft carrier to tow the glider back to the ground, over ". Seconds later an aircraft operations manager replied to Brant “Request successful, sending a plane over as we speak, over. Brant applied 60% drag to the glider to slow it down which can make the positionings more accurate. Jackson opened the hatch of the glider which was barely moving at all by now. Far out in the distance, Brant could just make out the roar of a fighter pilot approaching the glider to tow it back into an aircraft carrier. Both agents put on their air resistant goggles and jumped out of the plane. 

The agents sank into the vastness of the beast known as the Pacific Ocean. As the agents approached the research Centre the pressure built up releasing a series of anguish between the agents, but that didn't stop them as they sank deeper and deeper into the depths of the magnificent ocean. The ocean was surrounded with coral and sea-plants that caught the eye of the agents. But there was no time to admire the sheer beauty of the sea world as they got closer and closer towards their fate. The emerald of the marine research Centre more distinctive as it shined and boasted. A couple of minutes later the agents reached the extraordinary entrance swarmed in gold, aqua and diamond. Jackson took out a portable code-cracker and he placed it against the artificial card sized computer at the top right corner of the entrance. The doors angrily opened with a hydraulic hiss as if they just wanted to be left alone in peace, both Jackson and Brant swam up a close to nothing broken elevator before reaching an opening free quarantined of water. Jackson and Brant crawled out of the calm, silent water and threw their equipment away on to the lonely corner. The room lead them to a wide corridor that strictly had the same pattern as the entrance, however on the sides of the corridor were two long, thick panels of glass showing an array of men in protective suits equipping the colossal nuclear bomb they had come for. Jackson and Brant were in utter shock and not just at the sheer size of the nuclear bomb, but the man standing at the end of the corridor. Like the men equipping the bomb he wore an alienated protective suit, but he also was holding a 6.8 mm rifle that stared at Jackson as if it was greeting him to death. Brant was quick to reply as he took out an assault rifle and shot the man three times before he fell into the arms of death. Jackson was grateful but didn't show it as he stacked up on angry grenades and deadly smoke bombs whilst too bringing out his assault rifle. Jackson and Brant ran past the dead body as they realised with a blood chilling thought that the mission had begun. 

"They what ?!" shouted the commander, as loud as the explosion the bomb would have inflicted itself. Everything had been going fine. The nuclear bomb was going to set it’s fit upon America and he would be on the other side of the planet by the time the secret services had figured out what had hit them. But strangely an hour earlier one of the guards who was in charge of security had been discovered dead, and footage had caught two young agents presumably CIA infiltrating the secret and quiet research Centre. The commander swore and drank his grenadine in a single sip, he would’ve had brown hair but he was bald by choice. His head reflecting the dim of the lamp above the library inspired office in the research Centre. With blood-curling hazel eyes and a stature like a loin, the general was considered a nightmare in disguise. The uneasy guard next to him shifted nervously but only a little bit as if he was afraid that the slightest of movement could backfire against him. He knew that the mixture of evil and madness beside him wouldn't hesitate to kill him just for the pleasure he would devour like an animal fighting limb and limb for prey. "Why can't you find them!" shouted the general as furious and dangerous as the bomb itself. The general was so frightening that even the nuclear bomb would run off in displeasure if it ever set eyes upon eyes with the general. "CCTV last picked them up running down the main corridor, that's all we know I'm afraid. " Nervously said the guard aware of the tension creeping up behind him like an old enemy. The commander pulled out a semi-automatic handgun that reflected his inner personality and held it against the guard's terrified head. "Please "pleaded the guard. His dark blonde hair filled with sweat like a swimming pool and his blue eyes shining with tears. The general spoke emotionless like a loudspeaker on an aeroplane "You will find them, because if you don't, if you don't. Well, let's just say that death would seem a better option for you". "We'll find them, I promise "barely managing not to cry whimpered the guard like a dog being told off. The general put the angry gun back that at least wanted one death back into his pocket. The two were a perfect match for each other, "Well get on with it! Shouted the general as the guard ran in fear out the door. The general stared at the lonely bookshelves in his unwelcomed office and thought back to his past, once a proper general in the U.S army before being betrayed. He remembered the pain of the bullets hitting him in the arm as he ran in the Vietnam war dedicated to patriotism. And what did he get as a reward, a couple of medals and then a boot onto the streets no longer needed? All that will change by now, the U.S army the whole lot of them will regret the day they betrayed Stetson Jacoby.

Jackson kicked down the door, revealing a quiet room with a couple of men at a series of mysterious controls. "What do you want "splattered one of the men at the controls. “ Look buddy I hate to tell you, but your little stunt isn't happening. And what happens next to you is either a hug with life or a cup of tea with death “casually said Jackson. " I don't know what you're talking about "cried the man erupting into tears like a broken water pipe. He was in his early twenties ", barely old enough to be out of college with black hair that roamed around his face and brown skin fitted into a pair of blue jeans and a calm sleeveless blue shirt. "Look, pal, what's your name? " Asked Brant. "Sandy "replied the man, "well sandy if you don't tell us how to disarm the swirl of disaster sitting in a warehouse at this moment. Let's just say the next few seconds will be absolute agony for you "lied Jackson who knew that whatever the situation he just couldn't bring himself to knock the innocence out of a kid ". "It can't be disarmed " lied Sandy. Jackson pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Sandy. "Okay, it can be "desperately quivered Sandy. "So, you were lying not a good start kid, "said Brant. "In the bomb, there's a slot in where you can put in a disarming disk. The bomb will then shut off itself and the reactor chamber inside it will die out " said Sandy. "How do we know you're not lying? " asked Jackson. "I'm not, I swear " desperately cried Sandy as he handed over the life saving disarming disk he was talking about earlier to Jackson. come on kid you're coming with us "urged Brant. "Thank you "whispered Sandy as he got up gracefully from the happy seat that seemed excited, he was leaving and followed the agents out the room. Suddenly a exploded into an ear-splitting annoying sound, it was time to get out of the detested room. As the agents and their newcomer Sandy ran, Sandy confessed something "Guys you're too late the doors to the area containing the bomb will have been sealed off by now ". Jackson took in this and cursed loud enough to attract the attention that would end up killing him. It was as if all hope had been sucked away into an eternal void, "Wait! "shouted Brant "The corridor with the glass planes ". "Brant you're a genius " relieved said Jackson. "Hold on to your feelings cowboy, we're not done yet "laughed Brant. "It's about two hundred metres on foot away from here, we can still make it" urged Jackson as they ran back the way that leads them to the utterly blasted place they were in.

Twenty minutes until launch erupted a loudspeaker in the corridor, Jackson grabbed an angry bright red fire extinguisher and hammered it against the glass, at first it looked like it hadn't been damaged, and it was like it was laughing at the agents. But a couple of hits later a crack appeared which grew as Jackson kept hitting the glass that would have been in pain by now. The glass broke into a series of shards and the agents hesitated before jumping five metres onto the ground of the ferocious warehouse containing the nuclear bomb that was going to inflect one of the most damaging events ever known to man. The guards almost instantly reacted as the warehouse exchanged bullets like a day on Christmas with deadly, angry bullets instead of happy, delightful presents. At first sight, Sandy was shot before he could react, and he fell forwards headfirst onto the welcoming ground. Jackson threw a couple of grenades which engulfed the victims into a collection of flames. Brant pointed at the canister of almost endless stairs, “We need to get up there “he shouted. The agents threw their last batch of grenades before running up the stairs. As they did this, they shot wildly at the damaged warehouse that seemed to scream in pain, trying to scare off the guards. "I'll cover you! "shouted Jackson over the rattle of bullets before loading another magazine into his assault rifle and joining in on the shootout that was like a game more than a life-threatening mission. Brant nodded appreciatively before continuing up the stairs set out to complete the mission, but a couple steps up was all that he managed before he fell down the stairs.

The general looked down at Jackson smiling at the same time, his hazel eyes reflecting the madness he had too much off. Jackson shot at the general, but the general had been expecting it as he ran back up the stairs trying to lure Jackson like a wild creature into his death trap. Jackson reloaded his assault rifle and ran up the stairs eager to finish what he had started. The general was waiting at the top with a gun which he held up at Jackson. "It's all over "laughed the general as he placed his finger on the trigger that would end the life of Jackson. The general pressed the trigger but nothing happened, the smile he had was now fading as he realised he had run out of ammo. Jackson shot the general four times in memory of his dead friend. "Thirty seconds until launch " boomed the speakers on the walls, the bomb went red to signal the death it would be inflicting. Jackson went over to the slot at the top of the bomb and inserted the disarming disk, he knew that if Sandy had been lying it really would be the end for him and many others. The bomb hissed and growled as it was split into four compartments with the reaction chamber in the middle, the missile ready to fire the bomb was cut off as the bomb disintegrated itself. Jackson stared at the reaction chamber where the gamma rays were dying out. Jackson took out a smaller bomb from his backpack and placed it on the ground, he set it to ten minutes before grabbing his rifle and slightly jumping down the stairs eager to get back to the entrance in which he had come in from, the warehouse was quiet as guards tried to figure out what had happened leaving Jackson a few precious seconds before the shot at him. Bullets erupted like fireworks as Jackson ran to the nearest exit which had reopened by now, one of the guards, however, noticed this and eagerly pulled out a controller to shut it. Jackson noticed this and pulled into a sprint, whilst he shot the guard holding the controller.