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Los Ninoís Sin Alma











Prologue


Phone Conversation

Date: June 20, 2020
Time: 1:35 A.M.


Operator: Password.

Unknown: Zulu, Niner, Kilo, Foxtrot, One, November.

Operator: Please hold.

-Short Pause-

Brice: Howís the project coming?

Unknown: Is that anyway to greet an old friend, Brice?

Brice: My apologies, how are you?

Unknown: Fine dear; just tried of being confined in that lab all day.

Brice: Iíll try to fix that.

Unknown: Thank you.

Brice: Now what about the project?

Unknown: Weíve made incredible strides in the past months, it wonít be long until itís at 100%

Brice: Excellent. When will it be ready for a field test?

Unknown: You know I canít determine that, this thing is a sensitive piece of equipment.

Brice: So, you had set backs?

Unknown: . . . .

Brice: Iíll take your silence as a yes.

Unknown: Rest assured, once itís fully operational we'll put in the field.

Brice: Look, I donít want to be breathing down your neck, but we have a lot at stake.

Unknown: No need to remind me.

Brice: Then you know why this project needs to be accomplished as soon as possible.

Unknown: Iíll see what I can do.

Brice: Keep me updated.

Unknown: Will do.













-Call Ended-


July 5, 2020
12:35 P.M.


Brice: Itís good to hear from you sir, howís the wife?

Whitmore: Cut the shit, Brice, I want to know about
Red Strom.

Brice: Iím afraid I canít disclose that information, your clearance level doesnít give you access to this project.

Whitmore: Iíve been faithful to the company for years.

Brice: And we thank you for that.

Whitmore: Let me finish.

Brice: My apologies, please continue.

Whitmore: But still Iím treated like shit on someoneís boot.

Brice: Colorful analogy.

Whitmore: Itís the Goddamn truth. This has to change, Brice, Iím tried of being left in the dark.

Brice: I understand your frustration, and I agree. Youíve been loyal to the company for almost twenty years, and itís not fair to leave you out of the loop. So, Mr. Whitmore you have my word that I will fight unrelenting to change this travesty.

Whitmore: Thank you.

Brice: We'll be in touch.











- Call Ended-




July 10, 2020
4:00 A.M.

Brice: Youíre in. You now have access to Red Strom.

Whitmore: I donít know what to say, thank you Brice.

Brice: Itís the least I can do for a friend.

Whitmore: You have no idea how much this means to me.

Brice: If you would like, I could arrange a trip to the base so you could see the project.

Whitmore: Yes, that would be perfect.

Brice: How does the 17th sound?

Whitmore: Thatís fine.

Brice: We'll be in touch, Mr. President.

Whitmore: I like the sound of that.













- Call Ended-


July 11, 2020
5:49 P.M.

General: You better have a fucking good reason for calling.

Brice: Why are we so angry today?


General: Iím freezing my nuts off in here, thatís why.

Brice: Well, donít worry; Iím sending you a package that should warm your heart and those testicles.

General: And what that the fuck could that be?

Brice: A basket full of porno videos, with wine and cheeses.

General: Shit, you know me to well, Brice.

Brice: But is that a good thing or a bad thing?

General: Hell if I know. So whatís on the agenda?

Brice: James Whitmore.

General: The monkey you boys are planning to groom as President?

Brice: Yes.

General: Shit, the guy who cleans the toilets is higher ranking then he is.

Brice: I know that, but all I need from you is to keep him occupied.

General: So you want me to feed him bullshit and make him thinks heís worth a damn.

Brice: Bingo.

General: I'll do it for the porno.

Brice: Good man.

General: Whitmore is a republican isnít he?

Brice: You have a problem with republicans.

General: Yeah, I do.

Brice: May I ask what that is?

General: They're nothing but homoís, shit spews out of their mouths and they have a stick up their asses.

Brice: HA HA HA H A, isnít every politician that way?

General: True.

Brice: Heíll be there on the 17th

General: Fine, Iíll humor the bastard.

Brice: Thank you, General.

General: Talk to you soon.














- Call Ended-



October 5, 2020
10:35 P.M.

Operator: Password

Natasha: Fuck off you cock sucker.

-Short Pause-

Brice: Thatís not the password, Natasha.

Natasha: Who gives a shit?

Brice: And to what do I owe the pleasure of speaking with you?

Natasha: The shipment you promised us.

Brice: Iím going to need more time.

Natasha: You said that over a month ago, and yet, we wait, while our enemies devastate us on the front lines.

Brice: Natasha, do try to understand taking something as...

Natasha: Donít say it over the phone.

Brice: Relax, this line is secure.

Natasha: You never know.

Brice: Anyway, the shipment is going to take some more time.

Natasha: How much more?

Brice: As much as I need. Now donít call back until I tell you to!













-Call Ended-


October 27, 2020
11:00 A.M.


Operator: Password.

???: . . . .

Operator: Hello, password.

???: .........











-Call Ended-


November 3, 2020
7:00 P.M.

Brice: Sir, how can I help?

X: Itís time.

Brice: Very well; Iíll set the plan in motion.












- Call Ended-



November 8, 2020
11:50 P.M.

Brice: The new President of the United States of America.

Whitmore: I plan to make some changes, Brice.

Brice: Changes?

Whitmore: I want more control over the company.

Brice: Is this a joke?

Whitmore: No.

Brice: Whitmore, donít think for a second I wonít kill you.

Whitmore: What?

Brice: I put you where youíre at, I can take it away in a heart beat.

Whitmore: No, you wonít do that.

Brice: How do you figure?

Whitmore: I know too much, Red Strom, you wouldnít want anyone finding out about that.

Brice: Poor, silly James.

Whitmore: ....

Brice: Did you really see Red Strom?

Whitmore: What?

Brice: What you saw was a fake, something to keep you satisfied.

Whitmore: No, thatís not true.

Brice: Oh, it is.

Whitmore: I... I... I...

Brice: So, just remember, I can take everything away from you. To me youíre just a puppet, when I pull the strings, you dance.

Whitmore: Yes sir.

Brice: Now, go give your victory speech, the American people are waiting.












- Call ended-


December 1, 2020
11:00 P.M.

Brice: Natasha, Iíve been told that the shipment has arrived.

Natasha: Yes, and itís beautiful.

Brice: Stay in touch.












- Call ended -

December 31, 2020
11:59 P.M.


Operator: Password

???: Los Ninoís Sin Alma.











- Short Pause-

Brice: Who the hell is this?

???: Iíve havenít heard that voice in eight years.

Brice: It canít be, your suppose to be dead.

???: Sorry to disappoint.

Brice: No, this is a joke, it has to be.

???: Letís play a game, my old friend.

Brice: A game?

???: The game is called find the bright light. And, it's begins in less than a minute. So, if I were you, I would keep my eyes peeled.




New York City
December 31, 2020
11:59:50 PM






Times Square was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, standing in a cold night as couples, friends, love ones and complete strangers, prepared to ring in the New Year. Because tonight you said farewell to the past 365 days and said hello to an all new 365.





Ten seconds from now, people were planning to make resolutions to lose weight, spend less, save more, become a better person and even make a commitments to clean themselves from past demons. One out of ten of those would stand, the rest would be broken within the week. Putting them back to the same routine as before.





Although, none of that seem to bother anyone, because tonight wasnít about preoccupying yourself with the future, tonight you party like there was no tomorrow with the people you loved.



ď Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six... Five...ĒEvery person at Time Square began to count down as the New Yearís Ball began to drop. ď Four... Three... Two...Ē Couples embraced in a passionate kiss, hoping to start the new year with their lips locked around their lover's. Friends placed their arms around one other, just thankful to have such a great company that cared for them so much. ď One... Happy New . . .Ē



The voices of thousands fell silent. The cheering, laughter and singing had been replaced with the sound of a dead, echoing grave. It was as if time itself had come to a sudden stop, only to be quickly replaced with a thundering roar, and a blinding white flash that consumed and brought every man, woman and child to their knees.



Some victims had no idea that their lives had come to an end that night, others, who noticed the blast, had no chance of escaping from it, or even say a quick prayer before their demise. For those around America watching the event on television, they witnessed the first Nuclear Attack on American soil.



January 1, 2021
12:00 A.M.


Brice: You monster!

???: Funny, I could say the same thing about you.


Brice: Those people!

???: Were already dead before this event, and you know it.

Brice: What do you want?

???: Your blood.

Brice: . . .

???: As of right now, Los Ninoís Sin Alma declare war on the Companies.

Brice: Youíre just one man.

???: No, I have my brothers and Sisters.

Brice: For the love of God, it canít be.

???: You should have done a better job in trying to exterminate us.

Brice: Iíll fix that, Iíll make sure to put you six feet underground. You have my word on that.

???: Talk is cheap, Brice.

Brice: Iíll find each and every one of you, If itís the last thing I do.

???: By the way, Brice, I would stay off the phone. You see we found a way through all your little security systems, and let's say, weíve been listing.

Brice: You son of a bitch.

???: See you soon, Brice, see you real soon.











- Call Ended-






ď Guess I wasnít the only one listing.Ē















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