“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.
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Genre – Dystopian Thriller
Rating – PG13
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