An hour ago.
"I can't take this, I really can't I drank five cups of that coffee this morning and now, now I just can't stop shaking and I can't stop thinking I need to run, or jog, maybe I can jog in place. Nope, nope not the same, not the same this is no good, this is so no good." Bruce paces back and forth hanging on to his three foot rope.
"Dude, what's his name." Ross leans over to Liz.
"I think its Kevin." she dances in place, sweat running down her temple.
"Kevin! Kevin!" Ross shouts out.
"His name is Bruce!" a older man on the other side of Bruce shouts out.
"Bruce?!" Ross calls back. "We have a Bruce?! How did I not know this."
"Why whats up with the name Bruce?" Anne looks at him, also dancing as though she has to urinate.
"I don't know. I'm not sure why I said that, I can't focus on anything longer than two seconds and..." he pauses, "Crap this sentence and or thought took to long I can't remember how we wanted to finish it! Any way, BRUCE! Cut the crap man, calm down, just try and calm down."
"I can't, I don't buy it, I think I can run around just fine and even if they shoot, I bet I can dodge, or outrun, or fly, I'm betting I can fly." Bruce starts to rub his face hard and look as though he's about to cry.
"Did he say fly?" Ross looks over to Liz.
"I got this, I GOT THIS!" Bruce drops the rope and just runs across the room, he starts to do so in a serpentine manner but then it just becomes this strange zig zag that just fails in every way. The bullets rip through the air like a hail storm and drop him faster than a bad sitcom. He moans slightly and another storm of bullets rain down, several striking the back of his skull and hitting his occipital bone knocking him clean out.
The door opens up on the West wall and the group waits for the P90s to come in and clean up the mess they made. Six of them enter the room, seems a little excessive at first to just lift one guy off the ground, but as they open up its revealed that they aren't there to just pick up Bruce, Cipher walks among them.
"Is it really so hard to just stand still?"
"It is when you poison us you bastard." Ross glares at him. "Where's Daniel?!"
"I told you he's in the infirmary." He casually walks around the room, the P90s poised next to him, guns ready.
"Where's Oliver?!" Scott shouts out.
"Oliver? He's also in the infirmary, he'll be back tomorrow, Daniel will need an extra day." He strolls, his mask muffling his true voice and a speaker on his lapel playing a digital one every time he speaks.
"Why are you doing this? Are you really connected to the government?" one of the women hanging on the rope breaks down and cries, but doesn't release the rope as she gets out her question barely.
"Is that what we are all really concerned about in this room? Daniel? Oliver? Am I the President? What do I want? Its been 43 days, HAVEN'T YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION AT ALL. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH I WANT, IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH HOW YOU WILL REACT!" He loses his temper, a side they rarely see.
"Am I connected to the government, Carrie, that's your name right, Carrie, we are ALL connected to the government! We are the people! We walk with one another regardless of our jobs, our social status, the amount of money in our bank account. We are Americans! America the country that set the tone for the future! World peace will not be achieved by everyone being contained, being content, we rebelled hundreds of years ago to stand above the ways of the past, to brave a new future, to bring A NEW WORLD TO LIFE! WE STAND ON HALLOWED GROUND AND ARE BRINGING ABOUT AN AGE OF EQUALITY AMONG MEN. What other country is doing this? Huh?! Which one? Who cares what Royal is getting married! Who cares what debt is paid by some foreign land! Who cares which religion is more powerful or right!! That is not the point of mankind! That is not the point of this world! We are to grow, we are to evolve we are to bring about an era that will usher in the future. We are not at ware to help other lands create fair governments! We do these things to bring about all the world to one way! Fairness, equality, a God Damn fighting chance in this universe and America is the only one capable of doing that of making that happen. We have moved past the ways of the past, civil wars are old news to us, and we all know in the end its for the best! Could you imagine if we were still divided? Still owned men as slaves?! Worked only for personal gain rather than the betterment of our world. What we do here, today in this room will make America strong, it will take us to the next level it will advance us again as an entire country, and then, THEN the world will see us for who we are! We are strong, we conquer obstacles, we are pioneers in the area of taking everyone on this planet to the next stage in evolution. Everything that happens is because America did it first. EVERYTHING! Now this, this will change the score again, and we will be the ones who survived, we will show how to work together as a species. We will save our country and in turn the world." He stops and the room is dead silent, the P90s seem to be standing more straight and proud to be by his side.
"But why us." Carrie whimpers.
"Why us?! WHY US! YOU SELFISH IDIOT! I'LL TELL YOU WHY! Because each of you, every single person in this room! Has had an opportunity in their life to do something, to evolve, to make the world better by their direct actions and you did NOTHING! You either stood by and watched because you were scared, or you felt you didn't want to get involved, or you just are so damn concerned about whats in it for you that you did NOTHING. A man killed Daniel's family, he then beat that man half to death. HALF to death. He then runs into him later and what does he do, nothing. Do you know what that man went on to do? He felt that even though he was in a wheel chair that he could still get behind the wheel of a car. I'm sure the case of beer and other drugs he had in his system gave him a boost of encouragement as well, so he got behind the wheel of a car. He made it three houses away from where he started, then the car veered up onto a lawn and drove through the living room of a nice family where they were all sitting and watching TV. Mom, Dad, two boys and a girl and even their dog; dead, all of them. Five people dead because Daniel only got half the job done. Each of you have a story just like that some of you know it, some of you don't. I really don't care. Your inaction, your failure to be good decent people at one point in your life have brought you here today. So that now you can make up for those moments I am giving you personally the opportunity to be better men and women, help each other, make it through this, survive and make the right choices. You'll walk out of here as rock stars, the world will want to hear your story and you'll tell them how you never gave up hope, how you endured, how love brought you home. Positive message after positive message and you'll inspire others, and then it will spread like wild fire. Am I connected to government, yes, the government is the people, I am one of the people. Am I the President of the United States? In here I'm the ruler of your world, I'm your President, I'm giving you a better way of life and changing the world like no other man before me, because the path was there for me, and I took it, I'm Cipher, I'm no one, I'm everyone. Hang on to your ropes, figuratively and literally and walk with me through this expedition into the new world order."
"Amen." Scott shouts out.
"Amen" several others in the room softly speak it as well.
"What the..." Ross looks around completely astounded that some of the people here are actually being converted.
Cipher turns, and claps at everyone as he walks by them, the P90s in tow, he leaves the room and the participants of this adventure are left torn. The night will come, the group will figure out how to latch themselves to their ropes or stay awake all night. Day 43 will end, no one will die, Bruce will get up and it will never be forgotten.
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