Wednesday, March 5, 2014

The Watchmen Files // File One // Chapter Sixteen // Infiltrating the Factory

Hello, everybody!

   Okay, so I've got some stuff to say... I forgot to add this to the last chapter.

   Days, weeks, then months had passed after the crash landing in California as the two continued training with each other. They learned plenty of information, Conner delved a little deeper into the computers aspect (seeing that Mason didn't know a thing about them) and exercising (he lost weight and gained muscles), as Mason practiced stealth and agility. Conner helped him with his ability, giving him ways to keep his cool and not make sudden outbursts. He was learning to control his temper and use his ability properly, but still had plenty of trouble with it.

   Then they got a mission before they had even finished training, which was completely unheard of at the time. But seeing no other way to locate Ava, Mason and Conner dived heard first into a dangerous facility that was being run by InterTech, a black market dealing industry.

   And that's where we pick up on the storyline, I just had to add that :)

   The dark shadows cast by the moon's dim light receded as the overcast sky lightened with the early morning sun's rays, unviewable from under the clouds but beaming above them. On the rooftop of an old broken down abandon factory crouched Conner, marveling as all of this occurred in front of his eyes. The sun was probably blazing up there. It must be so beautiful, he mentally noted in awe of God's creation. If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars-
   "Got it," Mason, his partner broke his thoughts as he finished cutting the wires to the vent. Sighing, he put his hand on Conner's arm. "See you at the getaway point. Don't you die on me just yet."
   "I'm not the one who has to worry about that," he mussed, and keeping his head down, crawled through the large air ventilation on his hands and knees. Soon he reached a split and, as his text/orders told him, took the right tunnel and continued on.
   Mason smirked and crawled after him, and taking a left at the turn of the tunnel. As his kneecaps began getting sore and the stale air from the unused vents began to wear on him, his cellphone vibrated and a message came on the screen with his orders.
   When the tunnel ended he was inside the factory's largest production line. Bellow him, workers dressed in black uniforms treated the sheets of a shiny metal (most likely titanium) tediously, shaping, refining, and molding it into large sheets and tiny bullets. The assembly lines moved quickly as they hurried to meet their demanding deadline set by Hydra.
   There was an overhanging bridge bellow him, extending from one end of the room to the other. Taking great care not to make it rattle, Mason stepped out of the vent and onto the wobbly bridge that stretched over the middle of the warehouse-like room. It was at least twenty to thirty feet off of the ground and was being held to the ceiling by chains, making it wobble precariously above the bustling workers below.
   Mason wasn't afraid of heights, he had always been the daredevil in his school field-trips, though that had gotten him into plenty of trouble with the principal. But there was something about teetering above people that would kill you if you made a sound that made him cautious.
   He took one step, then two while keeping his arms out to either side of him to keep his balance. After traveling about fifteen feet, he heard a shout from bellow and his head snapped to attention.
   A woman, probably in her late to middle thirties with short wavy brown hair that was dyed blond at the ends was storming into the facility and shouting commands in a British accent at the workers. "Come on people, we have a deadline to meet!"
   Whew, wouldn't want to get on her wrong side, Mason concluded and continued to sneak along the narrow bridge. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a cellphone ringing.
   On the floor, the brown haired woman pulled a phone out and answered. "Dominik, I already told you, we're going as fast as we can here!"
   Mason's ears perked. Did she say Dominik? As in Dominik Kruger? He couldn't miss this. What if he was with Ava?
   "Hold on, I can't hear you in here... let me step inside..." she strutted off on her killer high heels though a door and out of the room.
   Mason was torn. He had four minutes to get to the power room and disable the records room door so Conner could get though. But Dominik was on the phone, if he could track the call or even snitch the number, he could find Ava. It couldn't take more than one or two minutes to get the phone from Mrs. Sassy, then if he hurried, he could get back in time and help Conner. He made his choice and rushed over the rest of the overhanging bridge and into the next vent. Instead of continuing down it, he hung a right and stopped in front of the vent cover thingy and peered through.
   She plopped down in her chair and propped her feet up on the table, phone in hand. "Look mister, don't play around with me. I've got plenty of other deadlines to meet as it is. The best I can do is finish this order by tonight and ship it out tomorrow morning. Does that make you happy?"
   The paused, then continued. "Good. I'll call you back once we finish." She hopped up off the chair, threw the phone on the table and looked out the window at her minions working their tails off.
   With her back turned to him, Mason carefully crept out of the vent and reached over the table top for the cellphone. Stretching as much as he could in the complete silence, he snatched at the air with his fingertips. It was sitting just inches away. 'Cmon, why couldn't I have been born with longer fingers?
   Gotcha! He snatched the phone off the counter and turned back fast.
   A shot rang out from behind him, he felt a shock of pain in his hand and dropped the phone immediately. He grasped his hand as his blood ran down his arm from the bullet wound.
   The woman smiled cruelly, her arm outstretched and a smoking futuristic pistol in hand.
   At her command, the room filled with thugs, blocking all exits, from the back door to the vent.
   "Oh Kruger," she spat. "If only there was somebody who could rescue you."
   Clenching his fists from the pain, Mason's heart beat like a sledge hammer in his ears. He saw only one way out of this.
   He charged at her, shoulders first. She swerved to the side and he crashed through the observation window into the construction floor. The workers gasped and screeched, running away from the intruder as the thugs and their commander came through the shattered window.
   Mason pulled himself off the floor and raced passed the workmen to the other side of the warehouse to the exit door. Inside, there was a staircase leading both up and down. Checking the map on his phone and ignoring the texts, he went down a floor to where the power room was located and through the door.
   Once inside, he crouched near the door and heard his pursuers continue up the staircase and passed by. Breathing deeply with a mix of relief and pain, Mason clutched his hand to try and stop the bleeding. "Good shot," he muttered with further inspection. A shiny silver-colored bullet was wedged near his thumb, but only in skin tissue. Blocking the pain out of his mind (he was surprisingly good at that), he turned to the issue at hand and pulled the stun gun from its holster, just in case.
   Power room, power room... he searched the many doors on that level for some sort of sign. The hallways were concrete from floor to ceiling and yellow caution tape was all over the doors. It looked abandoned, just like the rest of the facility. The owners don't even know these guys are here. He had to admit, they were crafty. In an Madame Evil Genius sort of way.
   This time, the bullet didn't hit flesh but knocked the gun from his hand.
   Whirling around, he saw the short haired hot-shot with that gun again. "Titanium bullets," she smirked. "Made them just for blokes like you." Cocking her gun, she stepped forward as he stepped back.
   "What're you gonna do, shoot me?" he challenged while racking his brain for an escape.
   "Oh no," she held the weapon with one hand and ran her other hand through her short hair. "I wouldn't do that. Hydra wants both of you, alive, preferably."
   There was a loud clang from behind him, and without thinking, Mason turned around and stared into the bright silver glare of light reflecting on metal before feeling a foot in his back and falling forward into the light.
   He rolled around to see that he was in a room no bigger than a broom closet with shiny silver walls. Slamming his fists into the metal, he pulled back quickly from the pain.
   "It's titanium of course," the woman's cutting speech blared through the tiny space. "You silly little boy. You're easy to catch, so quick to jump to conclusions, just like your father. Funny how things run in the family."
   "W... What? What'd you know about my dad?!" he demanded to thin air.
   "You see so much but observe so little. Ah well, you'll find out soon enough once we ship you off to Hydra and I get my extra paycheck... Oh, and I want you to know who the woman that captured the last of the wayward generation is. Lila Norris, everyone!" Her malicious laughter faded into the distance as Mason felt the enclosed box move forward.
   Panicked, he clammed his good first on the walls and desperately yelled for help. "Conner?!"

   "What in blazes could be taking him so long?" Conner muttered to himself as he sat in the ventilation unite above the records room, watching his phone intently for a new text. Every time the time changed a minute he flinched. You have got to be joking...! Finally, just when he looked away, the phone vibrated and he nearly threw the thing he was so startled. 'Changed of plans go to keypad on right side of records room door'.
   He didn't understand why he had to do it then, why hadn't the door just opened? Mason was suppose to get it. But, not wanting to cause a ruckus or take any more time than needed on this crazy venture, Conner gently and carefully took the vent cover off and check both right then left then right again and cautiously tiptoed over to the door. His phone vibrated again and the text read, 'Press buttons 131213'.
   He obeyed and the door opened into a dark empty room. He looked on both sides of the door, and curiously, there was only one thing in the old dirty room: one laptop computer sitting in the direct middle of the floor.
   Following the instructions on how to hack into the thing, Conner found the file he wanted. After downloading it onto a chip and putting it in his phone, he sent the newly acquired information to the Watchmen and waited for further orders.
   Suddenly, he heard someone, or someones heading toward the door. "Criminy! Someone's coming!"
   Hastily, he raced to the open door and pushed it almost all the way closed, only a crack open so he could see though.
   A caravan of big muscular thugs came gallivanting past, surrounding a rectangle human sized box that was being scraped across the concrete floor. Following a short distance after them was a professionally dressed woman wearing a completely white business suit, chatting away on her cellphone. "Yeah, we got a bonus. It's Kruger, we caught him sneaking around where he shouldn't be... Only if you pay double..."
   Conner watched helplessly as she disappeared behind the corner and the hallway filled with a deafening silence. Quickly, he turned his earpiece on and told the Watchman on the other end about the situation.
   The Watchman sighed. "It's your call, C.J.M. You'd be going in blind, we don't have any further maps of where they're going. You're mission objective has been acquired. You can still head off to the escape route."
   It didn't take Conner more than a second to think about it. "Alright then, here I go." Quietly, he crept out of the room and into the hall. Turning the corner, he shot one more look over his shoulder, pulled his stun gun out of its holster and plunged into the darkness after his friend.

And that's chapter sixteen! I never thought I would say that :) Wow, time sure does fly! Well, the next chapter will hopefully be one of my favorites. I've been planning for this one for a while...

Anyway, so this week there are no announcements to make, though I'm not sure if Ammelia or Billie are going to post their stories, so check back to find out :) Oh, and a new character, go ahead and click on the characters page if you want to see what Lila Norris looks like. She is actually Willow's character, all credit goes to her on that part :)

And that's all for today. It wasn't my best, let's just say that, but I hope you all enjoyed that chapter anyway :)

Always Watching,


  1. Oh my goodness! That was so good! I can't wait for next Wednesday! I have a question, you don't have to answer it, but do you know how it ends, or are you just kinda making it up as you go along? Thanks so much!


    1. Thanks Hope! So I've had the idea for this book for quite some time, and I when I started, I did know the end and the beginning. I'm just filling in the middle :) I do know how it's going to end. It's fine, I like questions :)

    2. :) Thanks! Anxiously awaiting the next chapter.


  2. Oh my, Darrion, this was so good! I loved it! Go Connor:) Poor Mason, he trying so hard. I love the chapter picture. Yea, it's Connor. I can't wait for the next chapter! The next chapter is your favorite one you say? I can't wait then;)

    1. Thanks, Sarah! :) Once I saw the chapter cover I was like, "Ooo! Perfect!" Well, the next one isn't exactly my favorite, but it's near the top :) Sorry 'bout not answering your other comment... It's been busy... so do you mean the story idea about the Harrisons? I thought I responded to that..? :/

  3. AHHHGGHH I CAN'T TAKE THE CLIFFHANGERS ANYMORE!!! "Oh Kruger," she spat. "If only there was somebody who could rescue you." that was hilarious! I was thinking, huh, it's a woman Hans! Hehe. Anyways, this was a wonderful chapter! So good! Mason and Conner are so amazing! :D:D:D Keep up the wonderful work!

    1. Mwahahahahaha!! I'm turning into a mini Moffat, aren't I? ;) Yeah, I thought a Frozen reference was in order, especially after the Oscars and all. ~Darrion

    2. Haha yes, you are!!! Mini Moffat, you. Tut tut. Anyways, yes that was a wonderful idea. Who knows? You may end up winning some amazing thing for The Watchman Files! :D Good luck!

    3. Ha ha! I doubt it, but thanks :) Hey, what 'bout you? I'm sure you'll get something, not to mention lots of sales :)

  4. That was so good! I can't wait for next Wednesday!!!

  5. I just have to tell you the dream I had on Wednesday morning. So in my dream I was at a friend's house and I was sleeping over. Just so you know, I have no idea who this friend was:) Anyways, that night, I heard noises so I woke up and tip-toed around the house. I came to a door and opened it up. It lead to the basement. Being as daring as I am, I crept down the stairs until I reached the bottom. I looked around and found tons of guns, bullets, and other weapons. I saw another on of my friends in a corner making bullets. She looked up surprised and was guilty that I had found out what she was doing. I asked her, "So, you're making these to use against me?" She nodded her head. Anyways, I thought my dream sounded a lot like your story. Your people were secretly making weapons and Titanium, and Mason found out about it. But the funny thing about my dream, is that I had this dream before I read your story. So right as I read your story, I thought to myself, "This sounds familiar, where have I read this before?" HaHa. I also thought to myself, "I can predict the future!" JK lols:) I've been having a lot of dreams about Mason and Connor lately. I think I fangirl over your story a little too much;) I love your story! Can't wait for the next chapter. I wonder if I'll have another dream that "predicts the future" Ehehehe!

    1. Wow, that's super cool! Well, not about the killer girly who's trying to murder you, but that it's like my chapter :) Do not fear, Sarah, I shall send the Watchmen to your aid!!
      You know, after I read this comment, I was like, "Wow, I don't even dream about my characters and I created them!" And then, lo and behold, that night I had a dream with Mason in it! Look what you did to me (JK)!! What sort of dreams have you had? :O I'd love to hear them.

    2. I had a dream that Connor and I were in the war and we had to escape. Then he kind of liked me, but he knew he couldn't have me, because he thought that I belonged to someone else. I know weird, right? It was fun being in the war with him though. He also saved my life. That's hilarious how you dreamed about Mason! Great minds think alike:) Yes, I would appreciate the Watchmen assistance. Make sure Connor comes;) haha, JK;)


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