To all the great fans that made The Phoenix Blade: Project Justice the success that it was, I am giving you a sneak peak at the long awaited sequel The Phoenix Blade: Awakening. For those who are new to the series, I strongly urge you to pickup a copy of Project Justice before reading.
http://www.amazon.com/Phoenix-Blade-Project-Justice-ebook/dp/B00J2HG2H2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1406212889&sr=8-1&keywords=the+phoenix+blade
The Phoenix Blade: Awakening
Chapter 1
Cold air swept through the corridors of
the Federal Prison in D.C. while a small group of guards stopped outside an old
room with the name Warden Brandon Schmoltz etched on a black plaque. The lead
guard knocked on the solid oak door and heard someone shout for him to enter.
The guard did as he was told and opened the door. Inside was a man of about
fifty with grey hair and an old wrinkled suit. He sat at a meticulously clean
desk with every file stacked neatly at the corner and every inch of wood was
dusted and polished.
“You wanted to see me sir?”
“Yes, yes; come in and close the door.” The Warden
stood up and began pacing behind the desk. He took out a handkerchief and
dabbed the top of his forehead; wiping away the sweat.
“Is everything okay sir?”
Warden Schmoltz looked up with great distress. “Does
everything look all right?”
“No sir. What can I do to help?”
“You and your team will be escorting Prisoner Eight
Four Five to the interrogation room and will guard the door. It seems our
special guest finally decided he has something to say. We’re to accommodate him
and make sure everything goes smoothly; no slip ups.”
“Yes sir, but…”
A loud buzz came from the desk before the guard could
ask his question. “They’re here,” a
woman’s voice echoed as the Warden pressed the red button on the intercom.
“Thank you Jeanine.” The Warden removed his finger
from the red button and looked back at the guard. “Take your men and fetch
Prisoner Eight Four Five; don’t let anything happen to him.”
The guard appeared startled that the Warden was so
frantic and concerned for the safety of one prisoner. He straightened himself
up and stared at the Warden.
“With all due respect sir; what’s so special about
Prisoner Eight Four Five?”
“This man has important and classified information
pertaining to an ongoing investigation. He’s kept quiet for the last three
years and has finally decided to talk. We’re very eager to hear what he has to
say.” The Warden positioned himself in front of the guard. His eyes were filled
with anger. “Now take your team and get your asses down to his cell and bring
that prisoner to the interrogation room safely. Is that understood?”
“Yes sir; right away sir.” The guard bowed out of the
room and met with his group. “All right guys; follow me.”
“What’s going on,” another guard asked.
“We’re bringing a high priority prisoner up to
interrogation. We are under strict orders to make sure nothing happens to him.”
“What the fuck is gonna happen to him here?”
“I don’t know, but the
Warden sure thinks something could.”
The group marched down to the solitary confinement
ward; finding it darker, colder and dustier than the regular cells. The only
people permitted to go down there were those assigned to take food to the prisoners
and to make sure they were still alive. Only the most vicious criminals were
kept there or those that were punished for their wrong doing while in the
confines of the prison. But Prisoner Eight Four Five wasn’t there for any of
that. He was locked in solitary for his own protection.
A shorter guard turned and whispered to a larger
guard. “Why do you think the Warden cares about protecting this prisoner more
than the others? I mean, what does he know that requires this much protection?”
The man behind him was a tall muscular guard. His
menacing stare and flexing muscles warned everyone he was not the guard to mess
with. In fact not many of his own co-workers heard him utter more than a few
words.
He grunted and pulled the much smaller guard back.
“Keep your trap shut.”
“But I just wanna know what the big deal is.”
“All I know is it’s got something to do with the
Phoenix and his group.”
“What the hell does this guy know about them?”
“I heard Prisoner Eight Four Five was somehow
involved in the conspiracy that left eighteen dead bodies scattered across the
country. The only name they pulled from the group responsible was the Phoenix.”
“So what; they think it’s him?”
“Who knows, but whatever it is he’s held onto for
three years and finally decided to talk.”
The leader of the pack stopped at the entrance and
directed two guards to cover the entrance. He positioned another two in the
middle of the corridor facing the solid metal doors. He took the tall muscular
man with him and walked towards the end of the hall.
“Wait here while I get the prisoner.”
The leader of the pack walked to the end and brushed
the dust off the old metal door. He slid the window slot open to peek inside
before placing a key into the rusted lock. The loud screeching sound echoed
through the corridor as the door opened.
A long grey haired man with a bushy beard barely
flinched at the sound of the door. He continued lying on the old mattress that
was ripped, stained and had broken metal springs poking out from the bottom of
it. His orange jumpsuit had the remnants of several meals plastered and caked
all over his front. He glanced at the guard and turned his head to face the
concrete wall.
The guard tapped his nightstick against the bed. “Get
up your attorney’s here.” The man refused to look back at the guard; refused to
even consider moving at the guard’s command. “I said on your feet Mason.”
The man snapped back to reality and jumped to his
feet. His eyes were cold and calculating. It had been the first time he heard
anyone call his name in nearly three years. Hearing it brought him back to a
time where he was a rich and powerful man; one who controlled an entire
country.
“That’s President Mason to you,” he spat.
The guard looked at him with distain. “You haven’t
been president in years. Now turn around and keep your hands in the air.” Mason
complied with the guard’s command and spun around. The guard forcefully took
Mason’s hands and pulled them behind his back; slapping a pair of cold metal
handcuffs on each wrist. Mason smiled at the guard. “You look smug for a man
set to stand trial for treason and murder.”
“Because I finally get to tell my side of the story
and it’s one you don’t want to miss. I think it’s time everyone’s dirty little
secrets to come out for the world to see.”
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