Rough draft MWK

Introduction

This is my pleasure-writing science-fiction story. Right now however, it is a mere rough draft. It can be edited by me at any time. Copying and pasting things off this page is rude,considering that this rough draft is embarrassing at the moment, and I would prefer you not to do it. This is a very recently made draft, so scenes haven't been given much thought yet. Chapters and pauses in the story have not been considered. To get to the home page click here -> [1]. Brother is also writing a book and you can get to it by clicking here --> [ http://www.krupczak.org/index.php/Atlantis]

Washington D.C. 2011

Robert groaned as the gas tank counter went up. This was the cheapest gas in the county. Ever since the terrorists gained control of the oil, gas became scarce and expensive, because America had refused to trade with them. Not a single Hummer had been seen in months. After the counter reached an ungodly amount of money, he swiped his $500 Visa gift card into the tank. Little more than $410 was left. Almost three years had passed since Obama had taken office. The Global Recession hadn't gotten much better.He never thought he'd see the day when people wept for George Bush. Robert swept the sweat off his forehead on the way to his apartment. He had turned the air conditioner off and closed the car's windows to save gas. It would be a hard summer indeed.

Somewhere along the main gas pipeline 2011

Muhammad grinned and stroked his beard as the operation was about to be launched. The netting above them was about the best camouflage possible. It was literally a scale image of the ground below it, an image without all the hi-tech equipment, guns, and terrorists. Any planes or satellites would be easily fooled. Under the tarp was the main gas pipeline. After hard shoveling for hours, they finally hit the pipe. After opening up the pipe, they poured buckets full of tiny probes that could remotely detonate destroying everything on the pipeline. They ran from under the tarp and used it to cover up any traces of digging from the satellites. Muhammad's fellow friends told him he had 30 seconds until the next satellite picture was taken. dashing under the tree's cover, Muhammad wore a grin on his face. Not only did he just destroy a few American air fields with opposing air support, he had practically just convinced America to buy oil from them. Large fireworks would be seen that night.

Washington D.C. 2011, 24 hours earlier

When Robert got home he was exhausted from a hard day at work. He had just spent a chunk of his pay check at a gas pump. Tomorrow, he would be going on a business trip to Hawaii. He slept that night dreaming of warm water and soft sandy beaches.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Robert almost hit the alarm clock so hard he was lucky it wasn't pulverized. Thankfully, his flight was at 8:00 p.m. Unfortunately, he had left his alarm clock on. He had twelve hours until his flight.

7:00 pm at the air port

Robert put all his non-carry-on luggage on the conveyor belt. He took the rest with him. By the time he got through security and got to his gate, it was already 7:45. He would have to wait a few minutes. Robert pulled out a newspaper.

8:00 somewhere along the main gas pipeline

Muhammad grinned broadly. He held a remote control in his hands. When he pressed the BIG RED BUTTON the pipeline and everything on it would be incinerated, so to speak. His thumb tightened around the button. " You infidel! Don't do it yet" the man next to him said. "Wait until the probes get toward D.C." They already were. Muhammad pressed the button.

8:00 at D.C. airport

Unfortunately, the D.C. airport was along the main gas pipeline. Robert was thrown off his feet as the air port exploded. Most of the blast didn't effect Robert because none of the gas pipes were under his feet. All of the gates and airplanes exploded. As the conclusive whine wore out, he noticed everyone around him were covered in burns. He had suffered through no heat. He ran to the nearest payphone and got a free 911 call, only to find the phone lines were tied up. The blast's force and interference blew his cellphone. He couldn't get home (he got to the airport in a cab) and he couldn't call anyone for a ride because the phone lines were tied up. Robert tried to get out of the airport, but a security guard were in the way. They were holding a man. "I didn't do it"! The man said. "well somebody did it and you are most likely of them all" The security guard shouted. "He's the one"! The man pointed straight at Robert.

An Inferno Moment

The security guard charged at him with his electric baton flaming in the air. He ducked under the guards slash and in self defense, punched the guard. Where he punched the guard there was a 2nd degree burn. Robert snapped his fingers. A half-inch flame erupted from the tip of his thumb. Robert said nothing for the guard had recovered from the burn, and had prepared a downward slash. As the guard slashed down, Robert put the lit flame on his thumb into the guard's ear. The guard instantly fell. He crawled to a phone only to find it was tied up. When Robert got to the exit, he found it had somehow caught on fire. He could make fire now, maybe he could control it. Robert focused on the fire. Compressing it all together with his mind caused the fires to cancel each other out since there was not enough air for all of it. He pried the automatic doors apart. At the time, he didn't know how difficult the next few hours would be.

Captured!

Even though he was acting in self defense, Robert later regretted attacking the security. Guess who was the only one leaving when more cops arrived. The newly arriving cops had herd about Robert on their police scanner. They shot at him. One bullet came so close to his head the jet stream pulled off a little bit of his hair. Robert ran behind a column. The bullets stood no chance against the concrete. Robert shot a small flame at the police cars. The police, startled by the explosion from behind them, were thrown onto the ground, unconscious. He was starting to walk away when he heard a thud and felt a cold spot on the back of his head. As he faded out, he saw only fire on the rims of his vision.

Talk Mr. ...

Robert couldn't believe what was happening. Because of his acts of self defense, he was found to be a criminal. Technically, he was supposed to have a trial and a lawyer. As funny as it seems he actually had a good one. But now was not the time for jokes. A hand came toward him and a new red mark was added to the collection on his face. As he saw things more clearly, he recognized they were military. Now he knew why he hadn't gotten a trial. When national security was at risk, rights of the "guilty" were simply ignored. "Talk Mr. ... (the gaurd pulled out Robert's driver's license).. Robert " the soldier said.

"Well what do you want me to say?",Robert replied smartly,"The truth or what you want to hear".

This time Robert was hit with a baton. Robert almost thought he would hear a Russian "rhetorical question". Lots of blood and a tiny gold thing came out of his mouth.

"first brain damage, then broken bones, and now you popped my dental crown,"Robert weakly managed to humorously say."I really, really hope you're paying for my visit to the hospital".

He was about to be slapped again, but suddenly, his interrogator got a call on his radio. Robert was to dazed to hear.

"Well what do you think?" a voice came from the radio. "Should we take him or not?"

"A pyro like this is so rare, we shouldn't pass up the chance," the interrogator replied."I really just hope he isn't a terrorist."

An explanation

The next day Robert was taken to a new building. What he saw surprised him. A man was holding up cards with drawings on them, yet the blank side was facing the person being tested. The lady drew in the air what was on the flash cards, even though she couldn't see them. The next room was full of bent spoons, and Robert didn't think they were bent by hand. The second to last room on the hall had people knocking down empty soda cans, without even touching them. The last room was what really surprised him.

"welcome to the team," said one of the people in the room. Robert then saw one person lifting dirt and rocks with their mind, another was swirling water around her,and one little girl was making a foot-sized tornado. "This is our geokeneises expert," said a scientist in the room while pointing at the rock-mover.

"This women here is our hydrokeneises expert"he said while pointing to a mysterious 18-year old."code name: black rain"

"And I'm the telepathy, remote viewing, and areokenesis expert" said an excited 7 year old girl.

It took Robert a few seconds to realize that the girls mouth hadn't moved the hole time.

"this is our telepath," said the scientist."her name is Sarah."

"And you",the scientist said pointing to Robert"are our our pyro." "Each of you shall learn some skills from the others,"the scientist said."You are a team now."

Day one: basics

"The first skill you need to learn is basic mental movement, or telekinesis,"the scientist said from behind the glass viewing window."you shall move the one pound cube from the red circle, to the blue circle; Without touching it. Sarah will take over from here."

"think of a moving motion in your head" Sarah said, again without moving her lips."Let the energy inside you flow from your stomach and head, through your heart, and out of your hand. Then surround the cube with the energy. Now move..."

Robert was all ready sliding the cube across the room.

"ow, my head," Robert groaned as he got a bad headache in the back, top right section of his head.It felt as if someone had just hit him on the back of his head with a baton. he knew how that felt

"here take this,"Sarah said with a little pink pill floating above her hand.

When Robert took it he felt energy flow into the back of his head and the headache disappeared.

"now you should try to bend this spoon, a basic telekinesis skill," Sarah said with a stainless steal spoon floating an inch above the girl's hand.

he tried with his mind to bend the spoon but it remained stubborn. He then used pyrokenesis (creation and movement of fire using the mind) to heat up the spoon to make it easier to bend.

when Sarah saw the steaming spoon on the floor that was bent all the way she said,"I see you are thinking that I will tell you that is cheating, but actually it is good to try to use your special power as much as you can."

The next couple hours went on by with the same routine, until he could bend the spoon without heating it up, and as the worked up from sliding the cube, lift a 9 lb. bowling ball.

"Great work so far," Sarah said with a grin on her face,"but I don't think you're prepared for what's next."

an unusual round of target practice

"The task is simple,"Sarah said as she picked up a few rocks out of a plastic tub with her mind and swirled them in the air,"You hit the targets with these rocks.Without throwing them."

Sarah then forced the rocks towards the wooden bull's eyes that were suspended from the ceiling. Robert lifted up a rock and hurled it at a target with his mind. It missed.

"Concentrate!",Sarah said.

This time Robert hit his mark.

"Again!"

Robert quickly hurled another rock at the target.

"Now," Sarah said in a slightly amused tone,"you are to hit a moving target. I suggest that you do it in rapid succession."

before Robert even threw a rock she read his mind and moved the target.

"Oh Come'on!" Robert said in an extremely annoyed voice."Now you are just toying with me!"

after two minutes of rapid rock throwing Robert finaly out paced Sarah.

Sarah giggled

"Not bad, Robert, Not bad at all."

Muhammad's assassination attempt

Muhammad had taken out almost every airport in the entire eastern United States. He also blew up half of Alabama. Needless to say, he was on the news. The president's number of bodyguards doubled. They expected an assassination.

"Not yet," Muhammad said while he was stroking his beard,"Not yet"

In the meantime, he minus well wreak havoc.It was a sunny day in D.C. It was the right kind of day for tourists. However; Muhammad wasn't such. While the president was still in the white house, the secretary of defense was returning to D.C. in air force one. He had just been at a meeting in Canada to try to increase border control. air force one would be landing in a small airport in the outskirts of D.C. that hadn't been connected to the pipeline. Muhammad had a fake ID and a fake Check for 10,000 dollars if all else failed. Concealed in his coat was a flexable poision-dart gun that was entirely made of plastic so that it could trick metal-detectors and pat-down searchers. It all went wrong when the officer came.

"Sir, please follow me,"the officer said as he did a hand motion towards the MRI scanner.

Muhammad's results were negative.

The officer was walking towards Muhammad when he pulled out the gun and grabbed him."Don't move or I'll shoot!"

suddenly, the alarm sounded.The officer struggled and tried to twist Muhammad's arm around, but Muhammad was to strong. He only pressed the gun harder on the officer's neck, and removed the officer's gun from his holster. he then swapped the two guns, leaving the dart gun on the floor. He made his way to the entrance, and out the door. As soon as he was 100 yards away from the building he shot the officer's knee and ran. There was armored SUV waiting for him.

"Go! GO!" Muhammad said in a worried tone.

The SUV sped out of the airport at 60 miles an hour, and soon was out of sight.

weapons training

The task was simple. The team was brought a car, a blowtorch, and many other tools. The goal: make a weapon out of the car parts. After 2 hours, Sarah had made a explosives launcher out of a pipe, shock absorber, and car jack, Robert had made a gasoline-sprayer(self ignited of course), the rock mover had made a hand powered stun gun using a turbine from the wheel,a tire iron for the handle, and the radio antenna as the part that would shock people.

"I've had expierience being shocked by a stun gun",Robert said humorously,"and it is notvery fun."

The rock mover just stared at him coldly. Robert saw in his eyes that this man had seen death, and caused it. Robert saw he had days in the army, in the heat of the battle, and the last man standing in the finish. Then a mental wall came up, blocking him from continuing.

"I don't care what Sarah has been teaching you,"the man said with a face hard as stone,"but don't pry."

With a start Robert had accidentally read the rock-movers mind.

"Now to use these weapons."the instructor started."you will bring these to the shooting range. Sarah,you will be at range 1. Robert,#2._____*#3. I hope your new weapons work as good as they look" The instructor said as he started off into the shooting range.

*name undecided