Standing up from the cover of the
shadows, Mica heads forward calculating and planning each step and
breath he takes. He slows the surroundings down and takes in every
sight, every sound, and every smell he can. As he feels the leather
armor on his body and the weight of his weapons in his hands, he knows
he’s got this. He can do this. He must.
“Hey!
Whatcha doin’?!” A thug notices Mica’s advancement but is
unintimidated by the approaching tweeker. “Yo! I axed you a
question.” He pulls out a Glock 21 from his pants and flips off the
safety.
Forty-five
caliber, Mica is very familiar with it. Mica stops and so does every
gang member present, watching for what happens to this old vagrant.
Mica’s right hand slides on top of the whip and unclips it. “What are
you doing here?” he demands. He knows how stupid it sounds, but he has
to stall and distract them while he finalizes things.
“Doin’ business. Now git!”
Mica doesn’t move. The thug takes three steps forward, chambering a round in his gun.
“Did you hear me? I said--”
Three
steps was all Mica needed. In a flash the whip is out and slicing the
back of the thug’s hand open. He yelps and drops the firearm
immediately. Gun shots rain in from the twenty-seven others, but Mica
is behind an SUV before a single trigger is pulled.
“Who is that?! He with you fools?” one gang banger shouts.
“Ain’t no way! He’s with you!”
This
is exactly what Mica was aiming for: confusion. The prime situation
would be if they started fighting amongst each other, but that’s
doubtful. They might damage their merchandise if they do that.
“Protect the product!” Seven gang bangers huddle around the five hostages as one of the kids begins to cry.
“Shut up!” And without warning he kicks the kid.
“Hey!!”
Mica stands up from his hiding spot, throws a knife with all his might
at the terrorist. With a thud, the blade finds its mark in the meat of
the thigh. A retaliating barrage is shot in Mica’s direction, but again
he’s long gone from that spot.
“Let’s get outta here!” A gang member cowers at the thought that he could be next.
“It’s
one douche--” but before he can finish his petty logic, he’s clocked in
the back of the head by a cane and Mica is able to easily take out two
others with the same weapon before he is gone and they are shooting at
his shadow.
An
eerie silence falls, over the moans and groans from the injured. The
wind blows leaves across the asphalt and nobody moves for seconds at a
time. A startling hiss cracks the silence as one of the SUV’s groans
under the lack of support from its flat tire. Investigating, the gang
finds no one.
“What the hell man?”
“Shut up.” The leader whispers and listens but hears nothing but whimpers and scattering leaves.
Without
warning a News Van’s alarm goes off. First one, then two, until all of
them blare in the early morning hours and every gang member is
disoriented by the obvious diversion. Out of nowhere, the middle gang
banger is whipped in the throat and drops to his knees. Not a single
shot is fired as Mica breaks the various limbs of the thugs trying to
stop him from running off again until only a select few stand in between
him and the kids. They cautiously approach Mica with the realization
that this is no old bum.
Mica
unexpectedly throws his cane, cracking a gang banger’s skull on the far
left, as the remaining thugs advance without caution but full of fear.
Mica pulls out two mini-clubs from off of his back and goes to town on
their hands, knees, jaws and any part of their body that gets in the way
or tries to cause harm. Mica is only hit once, and that comes from a
wild swing with a bat to his ribs. He slams the mini-club into the
thug’s collar bone and easily knocks him out.
With
the car alarms still blazing in the background, Mica knows he has to
hurry. He hears the sirens from the police and Mica scrounges for his
weapons and quickly approaches the kids. They cower at the sound of the
unknown man approaching.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Slowly Mica lifts the canvas bags off of each of their heads. “Are any of you hurt?
All timidly shake their heads.
“You’ll
be fine.” He kneels down, looking into the eyes of a little girl. Her
eyes red and cheeks flushed, Mica wipes away one of her tears. “The
good guys are on their way.” He would say more, but there is a flash of
white light from behind him.
Change
affects everyone and it is no different for Jackson. Living in Area 38
for as long as he can remember, he knows of no better way to exist than
under the tyrannical rule of Christopher Stone, son of Stewart Stone
from The Nine of The United Governmental Areas, aka The UGA. This all
takes a dramatic turn when Jackson finds a red, metal box buried in his
yard, filled with illegal artifacts—journals, a Bible, CDs, etc.—that
are from a man of whom he has no recollection of: Mica Rouge.
The
year is 2036 and Mica, unlike Jackson, does know of a better way of
life but is torn apart as he sees his country, The United States of
America, crumbling from within by group known as The Political Mafia.
The Mafia has infiltrated levels upon levels of governmental resources
and it is up to Mica and a vigilante group known as The USA Division to
stop them and their dark Utopian vision. To their demise, and at the
country's expense, The Division fails and has no choice but to watch The
Constitution dissolve and transform into The UGA.
In
a final stand, having not given up hope, Mica and what is left of The
Division, give one final fight in Colorado, or better known as Area 38.
However, all is lost as The Division is betrayed by one of their own,
Stewart Stone. Mica is left with no choice but to hide in exile, leaving
what little history he can of himself and the great United States of
America, with his wife, long time friends, and newly born son in hopes
that they will one day finish what he could not.
Jackson,
having found this legacy twenty-seven years later, decides to start the
war that will end The Nine, and he with an outcast group known as The
Raiders, begins his fight with Christopher Stone in Area 38. Filled with
betrayal, unity, despair, hope, hate and love Area 38 follows both Mica
and Jackson in their attempts to restore what they believe to be true
freedom, and where one fails, the other rises to the seemingly
impossible challenge.
Genre – Dystopian Thriller
Rating – PG13
