Fan: Apocachalla Now

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Prologue
Date: REDACTED

Time: 10:24

Time of execution of Operation: 11:14

Operative: Cody

Cody shook his head. It didn’t really help, as he felt more like pounding it against walls.

Repeatedly.

All day long.

Dubeq had been a complete write-off, and everyone knew it.

He couldn’t go into work in the morning without sensing everyone in the room turning and staring at him in stony, unapologetic silence.

They knew. They all knew.

No-one more so than he.

He walked right past the canteen. Coffee was right off the agenda today. All it ever did was make him jumpy.

He walked into his superior’s office and sat down.

Decker Stokes was a dark, lean, unscrupulous man, with thinning hair and a thickening waist. There wasn’t any intel on how exactly he’d reached his position, but if his record was anything to go by, it was probably messy. Very messy.

At the moment he was buttering some toasted bagels.

“Sit down, Cody.” He said without turning around. Cody abruptly stood up and sat down again.

He turned around and took a bite out of the bagel, chewed and sat down at his massive desk.

“Pfo Bophie, Bfah happuh bat vhe op phite Mebupha?”

Cody shifted uneasily. “Uh, well sir-”

Decker swallowed. “Don’t bother, I read the reports.” He typed a command on his keyboard and suddenly the windows darkened and a section of wall opened up to reveal a large screen.

Cody whistled with genuine awe. “That must’ve set the budget back a bit.”

Stokes rolled his eyes and clicked the remote. A map of the world appeared on the screen with a big red dot hovering over

“What’s this?” Cody asked.

Stokes smirked menacingly. “A chance to atone for the sins of Dubeq.”

Cody shook his head again. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t understand.”

“Then let me enlighten you. As you will recall, the surviving members of your team are currently in hospital and your quarry went to ground, taking Medusa with them. This is where they went.”

Cody frowned. “What is it?”

“It’s a huge old underground system, they reckon it was gonna be used as a city-sized nuclear bunker in the event of nuclear war. It was called the Qeios project. Qeios, that’s spelled Q-E-I-O-S. Some unidentified party has seized the compound and they say they’ve been expanding and upgrading the systems.”

Cody nodded. “Sounds feasible, but the cost of maintaining an area that size alone must be…”

“Exactly. That’s why we need to get a team together, find out where they’re getting the supplies from, get in there, and take the city by force!” Stokes nearly dropped his bagel.

Once again, Cody shook his head. “How am I supposed to get Medusa back when I don’t even know what it looks like?”

“You’ll know. It runs in your family. I remember your father, Tom Cody. Best damned sniper in the whole of Dodge City. And his sister Reva too, she was good. You’re a little disappointing, of course, but that’s to be expected when you’re born into a family of really great people. It shouldn’t affect your self-esteem in any way.”

Cody said nothing, but quietly gave off a wave of existential anxiety. Finally he spoke: “Who do you have in mind?”

“Jonathan Logan and Scott Acachalla. The pair worked together during the war and they’re a deadly combination, and Acachalla has a history with Cleopatra so he’ll know how she thinks. We’ve arranged for a helicopter pilot from Los Santos to be loaned over to us, his name’s Lui. Chuck Norris was unavailable, so we’ve got Mr. T instead. We’ve also got a perp who just came in who looks like he could come in handy. We’re still working on it.”

“Lemme see him.”

*

* * * * *

The door slid open with an ominous metallic rattle. Cody stepped into the darkened room and flicked the lightswitch.

The man in the cell was sat on the right. He was roughly mid-thirties, with a chin-lengh – was it a mullet? – whatever his hairdo is called, and dressed in a black sleeveless vest, grey camouflage trousers and combat boots.

“You got a smoke?” he said without turning around.

Cody smirked. “You gotta nerve, bub.”

He turned to face Cody to reveal an eyepatch over his left eye.

“Call me Snake.”

Cody felt a chill down his spine. Not just another day at the office…

Chapter 1: Look Out Below!
There was a light, and then he was falling.

He could see sky.

Trees.

Ground.

THUD!

2… 1…

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

You could hear the scream in the next country.

Johnny Ghost tried to clutch at himself in various different areas at once. He failed.

In the treeline, there was a rustle and a distinctly British “Oof!”

Ghost looked up, winded. “Johnny? Is that you?” he said hoarsely.

“Sir?” came the reply.

“Johnny… I think… I think I hit… the ground too hard…”

Toast thought for a moment. “Okay sir, where does it hurt?”

“EVERYWHERE!”

“… I don’t have a first aid kit, sir.”

Ghost panted. “I’m gonna lean myself against the tree, see if I can pull myself into a standing position.”

There was a rustling in the treetop.

“Johnny? What’re you doing?”

“I’m seeing if I can climb down.” A foot stuck through the canopy.

“Uh, no, bad idea, that branch won’t take your-”

There was a terrible creaking noise and the entire section of woods collapsed and swung back, taking Johnny Toast with it.

For a moment, Johnny almost felt like he was weightless; supported by a cushion of air.

Then the laws of physics took hold of him and he plummeted like a stone. And not a British stone either.

Branches rushed past him. One caught him right between the knees and caused him great pain. He then toppled off this and landed headfirst on the stomach of his partner.