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Nightmare · (10-11-2013)

The Intro

There is a cool chill in the air as The RV pulls up to a stop somewhere out in the Nevada desert. The driver side door opens and a man gets out wearing black suit trousers, shoes and white shirt. He hurries around the front of the RV towards the side door and opens it up and heads inside.

The piercing sound of a struggle can be heard from inside for a few minutes before one last final scream and then the loud crack of a gunshot. The area then falls deadly silent. As you look around you will see that there is nothing but sand, not even a road as this RV’S driver had turn off of the highway about half and hour ago and had been off road driving ever since. Why stop at this point though? Lets move a little closer and investigate.

As we approach the RV a 6 feet deep hole comes into view. The RV is parked right next to the unforgiving looking hole, which at this size must only be the home for one thing, or should I say final resting place. We stop as voices can be again heard from inside the RV. Hiding from behind a large desert shrub we witness the driver of the RV come into view at the door, he is holding the legs of somebody. As he steps out the rest of the body comes into view along with another man holding the arms of the lifeless body. The second man that is holding the legs steps out of the RV as the head of the poor soul that has obviously met his end falls to the side. Blood covers his face as a single bullet wound can be seen on his forehead. The two alive and well men swing there arms dropping the limp body into the hole in the desert floor.

One of the men closes up the side door on the RV and they both climb up into the front and drive off into the distance.

Once the RV is fully out of shot we emerge from our hiding spot and slowly walk towards the deep desert hole that is now home to this poor guy. We reach the hole and peer down to its pit to see the limp lifeless body of a man whose face is hard to identify with its thick covering of blood and dirt. The bullet wound in his forehead is slowly beginning to stop seeping the claret. He is wearing a Ceaser’s Palace uniform. On closer inspection we can see his name badge attached to the breast of his pocket. As the sun raises we squint our eye’s to read the badge.

Stan Welbeck
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Who is Stan Welbeck?
Who were the people who have ended his life? What was there connection to each other? It is soon time to find out. My name is Nightmare and this is a story. This is a story of corruption, drugs, gambling and like you have just read.. murder.

Part 1

Wrong Place, Wrong Time!

Stan Welbeck was a former Counter Terrorist Officer based in Los Angeles, he was injured quite severely when a bomb had exploded under his foot causing him to be unable to walk correctly ever again. He had just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time on that Sunday afternoon when another team of C.T.U agent got a call informing them of a European man threatening to blow up Santa Monica pier with explosives that he had rigged to each of the legs of the pier. Stan was having is normal Sunday afternoon jog along Venice Beach’s winding cycle path when he saw the C.T.U vans pulling up to the pier up ahead. Knowing something must have been going badly wrong his jog turned into a sprint as he rushed to the Pier to help his colleagues in anyway he could without his full equipment.

He reaches the pier and his sprint slows to a job then to a walk as he approaches the officer in charge of the other team. He knew this guy well, they had been in a mission together previously, a real nasty mission it was too, but that was a long story, so back too now.

Stan: Ronnie, what’s going on?

Ronnie: This scumbag has rigged dynamite to each of the legs of this here pier. We have the bomb squad on route.

Another agent hurries over to them and explains that the situation is more critical. The terrorist who at this time was in a unknown location had phoned in explaining that the explosives on the structures of the pier are rigged to explode at 15:00 pm, half an hour away. Luckily the pier had already been evacuated of any civilians now only some Los Angeles Police officers, F.B.I agents and the Counter Terrorist Unit where in the area. Ronnie holds his phone to his ear.

Ronnie: Give me an E.T.A for the bomb disposal team...... 45 minutes..... This pier will be under the sea in 25. Get them here quick..... Listen, we have 6 explosives rigged to 6 of the legs of this pier and they are all rigged to detonate at 15:00 Hours. So I suggest you stick that siren and them lights going on top of that van and get your Asses down here now.

Ronnie hangs up the phone just as the agent who received the message that the explosives were rigged received another phone call. The officers face drops as he nods and says nothing other than ok. He hangs up the phone and looks up at Ronnie who awaits the update. It was a bad one. The Terrorist had now informed them that he had also set an explosive to detonate in one of the seats of the Ferris wheel.

Ronnie: When?

The agent looks up to the Ferris wheel and explains that the terrorist had not exposed this information, he just said that it would blow when he wanted it to blow.

Ronnie: He has a trigger?

The agent nods....BANG!!!!

There was nothing but blackness, shouts and screams. Stan new he was on the ground but couldn’t really say much else. His eyes were closed and he was finding it difficult to open them with all the smoke around. He tries to move... Aaaarrrgggghhhh!!!

There is an excruciating pain in his leg when he tries to move. He can’t move though at least not one leg, it is trapped. He just lays still and waits for the smoke to clear and help to come, if it ever will, if anyone is alive. The pier is still standing at least he knows that because he is laid on top of it. So the Ferris wheel seat must have blown. How long had he been knocked out though... he was sure he had been knocked out? There was a timer on the legs of the pier. Stan begins to shout a little to try and get someone’s attention. But nobody can hear him under the sound of sirens and the screams of the innocent civilians that had only just been evacuated off of the pier. The pain of Stan’s trapped leg is getting stronger every minute he lays there. The shock of it all must be passing he thinks, the adrenaline fading. His smoke is stinging his eyes so he closes them and slowly fades away.

Sometime later Stan’s eyes open, he blinks a couple of times as they adjust to the light. He looks around himself, it is obvious he is in a hospital recovery room. He looks down to see his feet poking from under the cotton covers that were over his body. He breaths a sigh of relief when the realization of what has happened has at least not yet resulted in and major surgery on his leg... by major surgery he means an amputation. He slowly reaches down to his leg that is still sore stopping as he reaches halfway down his though as he touches the hard shell of a plaster cast. He must have broken his leg. He lays back relaxed again and breaths a another sigh of relief hat he is alive and still in one piece.

A few hours later though the relief had faded somewhat when he was told that he would be unable to return to his work with the C.T.U, In fact the injury to his leg although only a break was so severe that any line of work that may cause strain to it was a no go.

This was not good news to Stan who had known nothing else than working within law enforcement. His colleagues and friends would joke that he was born to work in the counter terrorist unit and that he was even named perfectly for a man that had to deal with bomb threats almost weekly... Stan Welbeck. This would make him smile and he truly did feel that he was born for the line of work that he loved doing but now it was gone. Once he was out of hospital he had to find something new to do, something unfamiliar.

End of Part 1

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