The Chaos Syndicate: Ad Extremus Sample (Ebook out now!)

Sample from The Chaos Syndicate: Ad Extremus

Meanwhile Vengeance is checking weapons with Samson.

“Alright, this is what I talking about!” Samson says as he lifts up a SCAR MK17 tactical rifle.”

“You like it?” Vengeance says as she checks other weapons preparing for their mission to India.

“I do, light, AR variant?”

“Some what, Special Ops use them...Americans love their guns, with companies competing for military contracts, that and America is now on a war footing...with everyone. It's like a candy store of weapons. That gun was designed for specialist boarder control operations, of course that would be the Mexican boarder. But it's a good gun, takes standard 7.62 caliber rounds.”

Samson looks through the sights, gauging the weight of the gun and it's feel. So far he likes what he sees. Vengeance points to the clip release, he looks across at it and pushes the button, the cartridge slides out.

“Fast.”

“Yes specially designed to be quick release, to re-arm quickly. The idea, if some of the specialist operation boarder guys get into a skirmish with the Mexican Narco's, at least the rapid fire of that gun will give them a tactical advantage...” Vengeance turns back around and looks over more weapons that she has bolted to a specially designed wall. She turns around with a smile on her face. “...But you know the Mexican Narco's have the same guns as we have...so it is a fruitless endeavor trying to out gun them...Like I said, America like's it's guns, so it's all about capitalism. Oh yeah, it doesn't jam like most AR's.”

“Just send Vengeance over the boarder,” Samson says as he fits the buck-stop to his shoulder and looks through the EOTech optic equipped with a PQ 14 Laser sight. Vengeance lifts up a full-auto AA-12, with it's twenty-round drum. “I fucking love this gun...No Samson, let those idiots pose with the latest hardware, what I do, is one of Vengeance. I was there early in the year...down there in Mexico, because a young Mexican boy was beheaded...” Vengeance cocks the AA-12, un-clips the barrel, which is empty. She looks over more weapons picking what she will take to India. She lifts a large machete type knife, German made, she slides it into it's sheath. “...they sent his severed head to his father in Texas.” Samson lowers the SCAR MK 17, looking at Vengeance.

“What did you do?”

Vengeance places the sheathed knife back on the table.

“I killed the whole cartel, I think it was close to seventy members...I lost count. Wiped out there operation in less than twenty four hours...Made no difference another cartel took their place. The Mexican drug cartels only exist because of...”

“...America,” Samson replies finishing Vengeance sentence.

Vengeance turns back around, facing Samson, leaning against the wall of her weapon cache.

“Afghanistan, a year back, a young reporter for a news network is held captive, they, the Taliban were going to execute her...She ran a report of the opium crop trade, Russian Mafia and Eastern European criminal organizations were financing the Taliban, so the raw opium to become Heroin, could flow easily out of Afghanistan. She exposed the connection, also the American connection...It was flowing out under paid off noses of American forces. There is a lot of money moving into Afghanistan to buy the raw opium which then gets shipped out into Eastern Europe...It's all connected. Then the Taliban use the cash to buy arms off dealers from the Middle East, Europe and Asia. The war, these bullshit skirmishers that ridiculous governments of the world justify, are always for pillaging. Any army controlled by government interests becomes corruptible, weak, it commits the lowest forms of combat...which is the invasion and destruction of nations. Everything feeds into the corrupted source, a broken system of rule. Anyway I got her out, she released a damning report on the situation there.”

“And the Taliban you ran into?” Samson says as he places the SCAR MK 17 down on a table with other weapons that Vengeance is getting ready for their mission to Ajanta in India.

“All dead. But it was sustained firefight, double jammed with on of those cheap looking AR's...Got me in trouble, if it wasn't for my regeneration abilities. Took three rounds from an AK47 in the leg and chest, that's when the AA-12 cleaned up for me. Very durable gun”

“Shit...It would have been a mess with you and a AA-12 and twelve gauge rounds blowing chunks out off those Taliban...Well I was Ranger in the US army, went to special ops in Afghanistan, Iraq...I hear ya Sally, we followed orders. Some missions were statistically pointless, shit hole little towns in the middle of nowhere, with maybe five insurgents dug in, we would flush them up, maybe kill two of them, the others...were just bandits, not an army, not really even a real enemy.”

Vengeance lift's off from it's secured position on her wall of guns, a BARRETT M107A1, releasing the cartridge, she then cocks the weapon. A larger caliber sniper rifle designed to shoot 50mm rounds. An earlier version of this rife Vengeance was used against Behestrom a super-powered killer from the Twelfth Dimension. This newer version is lighter, with a more reliable suppressor. She places the weapon down on the table next to the other guns.

“I know, the enemy should be defined by it's aggression towards you, it's position of attack, the perpetration against your country, your family. For me, as the spirit of vengeance, it is innocents that should be avenged or protected. We shouldn't look for enemies for the sake of war, a crumbling empire does that...”

Samson nod's agreeing.

“Alright, I like the SCAR, I'll also take two tactical handguns.” He walks to the table and lifts of the large sheathed knife. “But damn I gotta get a big knife too,” he says smiling.

Vengeance walks to where some of her knifes are located, towards the bottom of the gun rack on the wall. She picks a three inch tactical knife, a suitable knife to strap around an ankle, or forearm – as a hidden weapon. Her back to Samson, she unsheathes the knife, then quickly throws it Samson. With his precognitive ability, he sensed the threat before it happened, quickly leaning to his left he catches the knife with his right robotic hand. Looking at the small blade, he smiles. “Too small.”

Vengeance takes off the rack another large blade, slightly smaller than the one she will be taking to India. She unsheathes it.

“Hell yeah, now that is what I am talking about...a big fucking blade,” Samson says. As Vengeance sheaths the blade and hands it to Samson.

“Of course Samson,” she says with a grin.