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The Compound
By Tommy L Thomas
Thursday, May 08, 2014

Rated "PG" by the Author.

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An agent infiltrates a mercenary compound and wreaks havoc.

The Compound The firing range at the mercenary compound was like a battle zone with the sound of many automatic weapons repeating themselves as wild eyed shooters sees nothing but bullseyes just wishing it was their human prey. Barbosa, a mercenary with many skills who loved his profession, lost control and began hollering and snorting as snot came out of his nose and spittle out of the corner of his mouth. Frothing at the mouth he shouts, “Eat this you slimy buzzards and kiss this earth goodbye.” He walks away from the range going inside the building with a big military knife in his hand hollering, “I want to cut somebody, make them bleed, make them call momma, make them beg me to save them or kill them. Who in here wants to be my pig?” Many of the mercenaries knew he had gone over the edge and one said, “Barbosa, put that pig sticker away. We are not ready for battle yet.” “You might not be but I am.” “Be cool my brother, you will get your chance.” “I want it now. Who amongst you have balls enough to challenge me in sport? I will put away the knife and let us put up some good old hand to hand combat to see how sharp we are. Do I have a challenger?” Most did not want to expend their energy on this fool and continued their play that angered him. “All of you need to go suck your momma’s titties for you are nothing but babies not weaned from milk. Who has the guts to face me?” A female in black moves forward with eyes of a cat full of danger. Barbosa has never seen this woman and makes the snide remark, “So we have pussy for me to contend with. I am appalled that you approach me. Who are you?” “I am the one who will kick your ass and make you whine like a whipped dog in which you are a wet back dog.” Barbosa’s anger had subsided but it flared up again. “I want you to know that I doo not discriminate. The same foot I put to men will be put to you. I will enjoy putting my boots in your ass.” “Enough talk, here I come to give you a whipping. But before I take you down I want you to know I am called Siren.” ”Siren huh, then blow your horn.” Siren walks gingerly toward Barbosa as he makes a running charge and she opens her lips a fraction and blows a tune in the direction of Barbosa. His legs go limp as he nears Siren who moves forward quickly and clothes line him. The blow makes him somersault in the air causing him to land on his face. He gets up shaking his head looking at Siren with evil intent, “I don’t know how you did that but I am going to kill you for what you did.” “Come and get it boy!” Barbosa, grabbing his groin tells her, “I’ve got your boy right here. When I finish doing you in, I am going to take it out and bust you out good. There will be sirens going off just as you call yourself.” Barbosa takes off his shirt exposing a well muscular body. Siren is not impressed but shakes her head. “I am now going to take you apart.” She runs toward him and does a gymnastic somersault high in the air over Barbosa’s head and punches straight down on top of it. Barbosa exhales sharply, shivers and falls face down to the floor knocked unconscious or dead. The mercenaries are impressed and moves to assist Barbosa. “Get a medic in here.” One says. “What did you do to him?” “As you can see, I put his ass to sleep or dead.” “Was all this necessary?” “No, but this is what he deserves.” “Who are you? No one seems to know your identity?” “I am the one that travels this earth looking to correct bad situations. I was not invited but came here on my on invitation. Do you object?” “Naw, just trying to get to know you.” “Well, this is about as far as you will get.” “Then let it be.” Siren back tracks out of the building and starts her motorcycle and speeds off to her next destination. Inside the building, Barbosa’s comrades have restored him to a measure of coherency and team comradery makes them seek vengeance for their fallen brother. Leader comes into the room and asks, “Who did this?” “Some female we are not acquainted with.” “I advise you to become acquainted with her by her death and by that I mean killing her up close and personal. Get out there and kill her. If you don’t or cannot kill her then don’t come back. I do not accept failure.” “Yes boss, we will bring her down. We will take five of our very best. We feel this is overkill for one woman but we are looking for results.” “If this woman is who I think she is, you might consider taking more men.” “She is just a lone female and we are the best products of the mercenary trade.” “I hope you succeed but never underestimate this woman. You see what she did by getting in here undetected and practically killed Barbosa with no sweat and walks out of here unscathed. We have someone to reckon with gentlemen.” “We have had enough talking now we start stalking. Come on men we have a female pussycat to kill. Let it be efficient for if she has nine lives, we will take them all at once.” Five strong mercenaries leave the compound and gets inside an ATV and begin their search for Siren. At a junction inside the 500 acre wooded area of the compound grounds, Siren stops to relieve and refresh herself. She finds a good spot and removes her tent setting it up and prepares for a little shuteye. The tent is cozy as the mild temperature brings down sleep quickly. She leaves the lantern burning and falls asleep but not for long as she is awaken by the sound of noise in the distance. She arises collecting her gear moving gracefully to her bike starting it and gets back on the road heading out of the compound grounds. There is a four way intersection up ahead and thinking nothing is at it crosses and is almost blindsided the ATV with five men inside. One hollers, “There she is get her ass.” Siren is surprised because she thought she had left trouble behind at the compound building. Evidently someone had second thoughts about what she did and is now after her. If they want some more then she will deliver. Siren decided that she would steer them to an abandoned farm she saw on her way in. Throttling the motorcycle, she guns it causing the front tires to elevate off the ground as the rear wheels spewed dirt and gravel in its wake as she sped away. The ATV gives chase following the motorcycle onto the farm yard as Siren gets off taking her gear in the back pack and goes inside the barn. Automatic weapons fire put holes through the door Siren has just entered making it look like Swiss cheese. Siren lets her eyes adjust to the shallow light making assessment of what is her next move. Since they would be entering through the door in a moment, she ascertains that she must seek an elevated position and climbs the ladder to the second tier and wait for her first victim to enter. She removes her bow assembling it and notches an arrow and waits. Time does not play games as the first two enters with automatic weapons. Siren pulls the drawstring and let the four sided razor edge arrow fly and it does to the head of the first mercenary that goes through his head coming out of the back. Life affords him one scream before death takes him. The second killer swings his weapon in the direction of Siren and pulls the trigger spewing lead as Siren leaps to another spot and waits. The mercenary speaks, “You know you cannot win. Why don’t you make it easier on yourself by giving up?” Siren does not speak for it would give away her position. She waits silently as she see the other three come inside the semi-lit barn. Spotting a heavy cow bell, she picks it up holding the tongue so no noise is made. At the right moment, she quickly throws it in a direction opposite her to the first floor that clatters making much noise that attracts the gunmen attention. Surprised, the man with the automatic weapon opens fire and during the same instant Siren pulls two knives and sends them flying. The first strikes the man in the throat and the second in the heart. He is dead before he hits the ground. “There she is, get her ass and don’t let her escape,” One of the last three barks. Siren laughs, “Did I hear you say let me escape. Hell, I am not trying to escape for I love playing with the big boys. Here I come.” Siren makes a gymnastic move and flings herself through the air landing close distance to the three. Laughing, she says, “I am here boys, do you want me?” The three moves toward her as she removes a set of steel nunchakus and begins twirling them and says, “I want to show you something I learned of the techniques of the late great Bruce Lee and Dan Inosanto. Here I will show you the different twirls.” She makes a twirl over and under each arm, cross stomach to the side, forward and backwards under both arms crossing to both sides and comes to rest under her right armpit. A gunman shouts, “Gotdamn, I ain’t ever seen such as this. Man she is good.” “Aw, that ain’t nothing compared to what we are going to give her, let’s bring her down.” They move toward Siren as she twirls the nunchakus dropping low toward the floor hitting one on the kneecap that breaks. He falls to the ground as she tells him, “I am going to save you to deliver a message to your boss.” She looks intently at the remaining ones and gives them their farewell speech, “You two will not make it out of here alive for I have written your obituary, goodbye boys.” Siren presses a latch on the steel chain that disconnects the nunchakus and pulls one side for use. The 10 inch octagonal steel bar is balanced in her right hand and she arches it over her shoulder for throwing. “Chuck she says she is going to kill us, let us waste this bit…” Before he could finish the sentence, Siren throws the 10 inch steel projectile that is true to its aim as the steel bar swishes through the air to the target the gunman’s mouth that shatters teeth and folds back his tongue and comes out of the back of his head. The last assailant tries to run but Siren removes a set of bolo’s twirling them and let the three steel balls on a cord helicopter its way wrapping itself around this throat choking him instantly. His eyes bulge as he tries to swallow to no avail. He is choked to death. Siren removes her weapons from the dead and makes her way back to the injured mercenary and speaks, “You have been blessed this day to be alive. Tell your boss or leader that this is a message from the black Godfather, Travis Bonebrake. Stand down or you will feel the wrath a hundredfold to your ultimate destruction.” Siren leaves the barn on her motorcycle and goes back to her destination. Inside the penthouse on top of the B.I.T.E. Building sits her leader sitting in a semi-dark room listening to jazz music awaits as she approaches, “Sir, the mission has been accomplished.” “Did you get any exercise?” “I got some but not enough to break a sweat.” Laughter is heard. “Bring me the package and we will celebrate.” Siren opens her backpack and removes the landscape and architectural plans of The Compound. “Here it is sir for you to review.” “Thanks Siren for a job very well done.” The contact moves into the light and it reveals a beautiful platinum blond white male with exquisite features. He takes the plans out of Siren’s hands and excitedly says, “I have scanned the plans and see we have what we need. Those at the Compound who thinks they are secure will have a rude awakening and will have to come to know Ice-Pick the Shadow Lord for they have moved him to wrath.” “I am by your side Nathaniel Bonebrake for you are the one I love and will do so forever as long as we are bonded and live our lives on this earth.” They nestle into each other’s arms kissing that is an expression of their love.  

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Reviewed by Ronald Hull 5/9/2014
I see that you write many genres. This one is one that I detest. Violence for violence's sake. Your story contains a lot of action that seems to be required in fiction these days, because everyone seems infected with some kind of itch that they need to scratch and they can't sit still for a good story without having it move swiftly by action. I'm sure you will gather many readers from the younger crowd interested in violence and super powers. Quite frankly, since the original Superman and Batman, followed by Bruce Lee and G.I. Joe, everything else has been ever more escalating ridiculous pandering to the worst behavior possible with a comic book mentality.

If you wish to publish this piece anywhere else, it requires a good proofing by a good editor. The story and plot for what they are, are okay, you just need to change words to make the story correct.

Finally, as I've told many authors, the AD editor does not take kindly to all the hidden formatting in the latest versions of MS Word. The best way to get your manuscript looking correctly is to dumb it down to rich text format (.rtf) or text (.txt), and then paste it (special) into the editor on your browser. I have Paste And Match Style on my Safari browser. When I paste from that, all my line spacing comes out correctly

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