Covert Operations

Covert Operations

by Eugene Nelson Jr.


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Covert Operations by Eugene Nelson Jr.

Covert Operations: Alpha is a Sci-Fi Drama, which follows several characters after a failed covert operation. Spy is one of the main characters. After his failed attempt to steal information from a genetics company, his friend is killed during the re-attempted theft. The theft and the death set off a chain of events that will involve most of the key players in Chicago, and bring dozens to their death as well as making many more wishing that they were dead. Mix in some magic, high technology and some cosmic involvements, and you have one volatile ride. Hold on and enjoy.

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ISBN-13: 9781449090272
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 03/24/2010
Pages: 244
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.55(d)

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Covert Operations Alpha

By Eugene Nelson Jr.


Copyright © 2010 Eugene Nelson Jr.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4490-9027-2

Chapter One

"The Hook"

TIME: 3:43AM

DATE: 4/17/2306

PLACE: Planet: Earth City: Chicago (Capital City of Planet Earth) Section: South East Side - The WEB District

(The night is still as we move slow and low among the tall dark buildings of this private complex. Here we find a lone man. He takes pause near a large metal bin as we catch up to him. He is wearing a black utility jumpsuit with multiple pockets covering it and black combat boots. Although the jumpsuit has a hood, it is not currently being utilized. As he stoops by the metal bin, we can easily discern that the man's body is very athletic and that his utility suit fits quite well. His face is young, but intense. He is quite handsome with his thin mustache and blooming-full short-cut beard. His skin is medium brown and his hair is black with tight curls, which he keeps cut close to his head. He checks his watch and his various pieces of equipment. His name is Nograd Dracon A.K.A. The High Spy. It's been a busy month for Spy; this is his sixteenth job this week alone. Spy is what we call a Freelance Spy, a Spook or a Readyman. Spy works for anyone whom will meet his price. This morning, he is breaking into the Crem Dela Crem. It is an electronics complex and international trade company.)

[Spy] Personal Hop Log. (He speaks in low tones to himself.) I've checked out the security and its top notch. Third Phase I believe. Forty-five guards all armed to the "T" and most of them wearing Battlesuits. Personally, I hate them. Battlesuits are skin tight bodysuits that cover and protect the pilot from head to toe. They can take more physical damage than ten Sherman Tanks. They have normal projectile weapons as well as laser capabilities. They even have some miscellaneous functions. All of these things vary from Suit to Suit, because the owner customizes it to fit their style of fighting. In addition to all of that, the only way to be sure that the pilot is dead is by totally destroying the Suit, or you can open it after it stops moving. Either way you're going to be sweating bullets through the whole deal. (He pauses to look around.) Luckily for me, I've dealt with Suits before. I have the Cybernetic legs, hands & Right eye to prove it. So as a precaution, I took the liberty earlier today to place several surprises around the complex. They should be ready in about nine seconds, and then the party begins. 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1

(One-forth of the way across the compound a small explosion takes out a van. Ten Suits fly to the scene to check it out. As they start their analysis of the explosion, a second explosion which is about one hundred times the magnitude of the original explosion, consumes the entire area. The Suits are taken by surprise. All ten Suits are at ground zero of the ground-rumbling blast, but they suffer only momentary displacement. The explosion also levels everything for one half block in circumference. A second later the entire complex is blanketed by a low humming noise and we see the Suits drop out of the sky like lead rain drops.)

[Spy] Yes!!! The nullifiers are working perfectly. All of the Suits should be immobilized. I can just waltz right in. I know that I'm good, but ...

(A male voice from behind Spy interrupts his ranting.)

[Male Voice] Halt!!! Put down your weapons and put your hands up now! If you deviate from these instructions in the smallest bit, you will be shot!

(Spy thinks to himself. "I'd be standing here asshole naked if I did that." With that thought out of the way, Spy puts his Taxion Shotgun on the ground and slowly raises his hands. He thinks to himself, "I smell an opportunity for mischief.")

[Spy] What's the problem officer? I just came out for some air.

(Spy starts to turn towards his would be captor and without warning, he is fired upon. Spy drops to the ground as he leaps and rolls behind a nearby building, but not before he is hit three times. Once in the stomach and twice in the right leg. Spy gives us a slight yelp as the laser-blasts increased his momentum just enough to make his landing a hard one. Spy grits his teeth as he pulls himself behind a trash bin and waits for his assailant. No one comes running down the alley way.)

[Spy] I just bought that damned leg last week!!! (He grits his teeth as he pulls his right leg out of view.) Now I'm fucking pissed!!! (He says through clenched and bloody teeth.) Trigger happy Motherfuckers!!!

(Spy retreats down the alley way a little to give himself some breathing room and to get a better shot at his victims, but he can already feel his wounds working against him. His strength and speed are already suffering as he almost trips on his way to his new position. "I caught a glimpse of three figures as I dived for cover." He recalls to himself.)

[Spy] Stay focused you son of a bitch. (He mumbles to himself a loud. He looks at his bloody torso and cauterized flesh. He touches his abdomen slightly with his left hand and instantly regrets the decision as the burning sensation increases ten fold.) Lasers!?! But the nullifiers! (He mumbles then takes a short pause.) They're Mutants!!! Time to ...

(Before Spy could finish his sentence, someone grabs him from behind, stands him up and yells out.)

[Female Voice] I've got him!!! I've got him!!! Come on!

(Spy never even heard her coming. "She must have teleported behind me." He comments to himself through clenched teeth. He struggles to break free, but his wounds have weakened him too much for that. He can already hear the foot steps of the other two guards as they come running toward him. Spy emits a low roar as he uses most of his remaining strength to toss the woman over his shoulder. The toss would have slammed her into the wall in an inverted position had she not disappeared an instant before the impact. "Fuck!!!" Exclaims Spy as he is hit in the back with some large and heavy flying object. An object which is weighty enough in his current condition to flat drop him. He looks around to see a woman lying upon him, which could only be the woman whom had teleported behind him before. "She's good." He mumbles to himself as he notices that the impact has rendered her unconscious.)

[Spy] She must have teleported behind me when I threw her. I like this woman, and she is damn cute too. Maybe I'll ... (As Spy is talking, he pulls out his Pulse Gun and slides from under her. He stands her up and trains his gun on her as he struggles with her limp body to make her stand up straight and to pull himself to his feet all at the same time. The two guards come to a running stop in front of them.)

[Guard #1] Lay down your weapon and step away from the female or we'll open fire!!!

(The two guards have Spy dead to rights, but that's exactly how he likes it. His gun is at hand, but in his condition it is very unlikely that he could hit both guards before one of them tags him again. After some quick consideration, he is ready to respond when the second guard grabs the first guard by his Heavy Armored Trench Coat and attempts to whisper something to him. When the first guard is unmoved, the second guard decides to say his piece aloud. While keeping a loose eye on Spy, the second guard speaks to the first guard through clenched teeth.)

[Guard #2] We can't. We'll hit Nanette, (He falters.) I mean Antares you fuck! (Spy finds this amusing, but keeps his gun pressed firmly up against the body of the woman known now as Nanette.)

(The first guard turns his attention towards the second guard just slightly and Spy sees the few seconds that he needs. Spy drops his gun and as the gun falls to the ground, he reaches into one of his pockets and produces a grenade. He wastes no time throwing the grenade at the feet of the two guards. As the gun hits the ground, the two guards bring their full attention back to Spy and they see the grenade just as it takes its first bounce. Both guard's widely-surprised eyes are locked on the grenade as their bodies have already started to turn. Spy simply closes his eyes and turns his head as the alleyway lights up with the explosion of the Flash Grenade.)

[Both Guards] My eyes!!! I can't see!! I can't see!!! (Both guards stumble into each other and fall to the ground.)

[Guard #1] Open fire, we can't let him get away!!! (He starts firing wildly in all directions.)

[Guard #2] Nooooo!!!! (He rolls over to where he last heard the first guard. He latches on to Guard #1 and they start to wrestle.) I can't let you do it!!!

[Guard #1] What the hell are you doing?!? Get the fuck off of me now!!!

(Spy stands there for a second watching these two fools, then he remembers Nanette. He lifts her head by the chin with his right hand to get a better look at her. "You are cute." He lays her gently on the ground and as he does, he feels a twinge of pain in his abdomen. He looks at her for a moment as he listens to the two fools locked in blind combat not three feet from him.)

[Spy] Nanette aye? (Her skin is light caramel in tone. She has a small circular brownish birth mark on her upper left cheek. Her lips are full and pink, so much so that even as she lays there unconscious her mouth is slightly open. The kind of lips that you never want to stop kissing. Despite the fact that her eyes are closed, you can tell that they must be large and hypnotic. She is totally insatiable. Oblivious to the melee continuing just behind him, Spy leans over and kisses her gently on the lips. Her lips are soft, warm and moist. The soft escape from between her lips beacons him to enter and taste her properly, but he gathers himself and his things and pulls away slowly. He stares at her momentarily before the crash created by the two wrestlers brings him back to reality. Spy leaps to his feet, and then regrets it all the way down the alley way as he makes his way off of the complex. He makes it to the clearing where he left his car. He slows to a trot as he crosses the field casually.) She might be worth looking into later. (His Cloaking Device deactivates after he gives a gesture and the car recognizes his genetic code. He gives a final look around before entering his car. After a quick check of the car and its contents, he pulls off at a moderate speed and takes the extra long way home. He drives home silently as he contemplates the events from a little while ago as well as the beautiful woman named Nanette. Some how, for some reason, he could have sworn that she is familiar to him in someway and that she looked up at him after he kissed her.) Just my imagination. More importantly, I almost lost the account. (Short pause.) Unless.

(As Spy pulls into his driveway, he deactivates his house's security systems just long enough to get into the garage. Once he is secure inside his garage, he secures his car and drags himself into the house. He collapses onto his couch as he starts to mumble to himself.)

[Spy] I lost 110 nullifiers, and the account. (He grits against the pain as he sits-up holding his stomach together with his shirt and right hand.) Unless I make a few calls and get some back-up. (He looks at his bloody hand.) I should have done that in the first damn place. Dumb ass. (He stands slowly and starts to walk toward his dinning room table that contains his computer terminal, but his right leg is very slow to move. He can smell the smelted metal as he looks down at his leg as if to "will" it to obey him.) Damn you. (His soft curse is followed by a moment of concentration before he continues his journey to his chair, which sits in front of a large four ft. sq. SVGA computer screen.) First I'll call Mindspin. (He hits a few keys on the table and the Video Phone Book appears on the screen. He moves his finger along the screen and hi-lights Mindspin's name. The computer dials the number. He winces from another stab of pain as he waits. The line rings once, then the connection is established. The screen clears for a second, and then it is replaced by a split-screen which is sky blue on the right side and black on the left. On the right side of the screen appears a beautiful young woman in her mid-thirties with bluish-white hair, full lips, light complexion and large light-brown eyes. On the left side we see personal information fill in on the displayed individual that includes the following. Real Name, Known Alias(s), current location, likes/dislikes, known enemies/associations, as well as sexual preference(s) and a few other useful bits of information. He can also pull-up at least twenty other profiles at the same time.) Mindspin. How are you?

[Mindspin] Hello Nograd. Long time.

[Spy] Too long. How's tricks?

[Mindspin] Better than ever, but don't take my word for it. Why don't you come over and see for yourself?

[Spy] You know that I would love nothing ...

[Mindspin] I know, I know. You've got business on your mind. I thought that was blood that I saw on your mouth. Is it someone else's or do you need me to ...

[Spy] That won't be necessary. My regeneration has already kicked in. I'll be all right, but I'll have to call someone about my right leg.

[Mindspin] The one you just ...

[Spy] Yes. (With a bit of distaste.)

[Mindspin] I could come over and ...

[Spy] No and I mean it. (Mindspin looks deeply hurt, but Spy moves right along.) I need you to handle some business for me and that is all for right now. (He starts typing something on his table and it prints on the left side of the screen.) Mindspin. (He hits the send button and a flashing word appears at the bottom of the left screen in big bold letters. TRANSMITTED.) Can you do what I need?

(Mindspin glances to her left for a few seconds as she reads the file that Spy sent.)

[Mindspin] Of course. You know I can. (That statement was almost a whisper, but her next statement is clear and meaningful.) It'll cost you double this time.

[Spy] Double?!? (He is visibly agitated. Mindspin is calm and collected.) Are you mad?!? (The vein in the middle of his forehead is quite visible at this point.) I have a ...

[Mindspin] Business! (Short pause.) Remember?

(Spy's vein slowly disappears, and Mindspin seems very pleased with the results she received thus far.)

[Spy] Double huh?

[Mindspin] Unless you'd prefer to spend ...

[Spy] Double is not a problem. Just set everyth ...

[Mindspin] Tonight, 11:45 PM sharp. Yadda yadda. (She disconnects.)

(Spy looks at his bloody hand once again, then back to the blank screen.)

[Spy] I don't know which is worst. (He hits the keys on the table several times and the phone list reappears. He hi-lights Puma and the line rings. The screen reacts in the same fashion as we see a thin young man. He has sandy-brown hair, thin lips, a strong jaw line, pale complexion and medium sized eyes which happen to be hazel in color. Although he looks to be in his mid-twenties, his eyes tell a tale of too many sleepless nights as well as self dependence brought on by necessity of life and his survival. He has a controlled passion about him. They study one another for a brief moment before Spy dispels the silence with a word.) Puma.

[Puma] What's the play? (His voice is low and even.)

[Spy] If you're in, it's on for tonight.

[Puma] What time you want me there?

[Spy] 5 PM. (Puma disconnects.) Now for a little insurance. (He pulls-up the name D.I.S.C.H. and the number is dialed. This time the screen stays blank on the right side and only the words "Ready For File Input" appears on the left side.) D.I.S.C.H.? What's with the visual? Do we have to go through this ever ...

[D.I.S.C.H.] Is there something you need Spy?

(Spy grits his teeth at the screen for a moment, and then lets out a quick burst of air through his nose.)

[Spy] I need five men with general skills, medium weapon handling abilities and ...

[D.I.S.C.H.] Expendable. That'll be $12.5 million. They'll be at your place at 1 PM today. (Short pause.) I'm waiting for the transfer Spy.

(Spy taps on the table a few times.)

[Spy] Here it comes now. (Spy disconnects.) I need to call Racer so she can have a look at this leg. (He stands up slowly and stretches his arms over his head. The hole in the front of his jumpsuit now reveals the stitched and repaired abdomen that only minutes ago was ripped wide open and charred. He examines his abdomen with his fingers and finds the flesh still tender to the touch. He picks up his cellular phone off of the couch as he heads into his bedroom. He hits a single button on the phone which is answered by a ring as he puts the phone to his ear. He lies across his bed face up as he waits.) Racer. (Short pause.) See you then. (He hangs up.) I'll call Dead Man after she patches me.


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OOSABookClub More than 1 year ago
"Covert Operations Alpha" is a refreshing sci-fi, approximating the Greek mythologies for creativity and the introduction of multiple plots concurrently woven with style and appeal that keeps readers moving through the future of shady and seedy characters, devices and interplanetary woes. Spy is an espionage agent in a time where injuries are simply the cost of doing business but advanced technology makes death transitory and temporary. Beyond the events on Earth, there are "governors" that are guiding and directing activities and are seen as overseers with eminence and intense powers, hence the play on good versus evil or negative versus positive. I appreciate Eugene Nelson's approach as there are few minority authors writing mystery thrillers, especially sci-fi. Nelson is a writer and his storyline is intriguing. However, his grammatical skills are poor. They are poor enough to have made reading difficult and cumbersome. Many instances occurred where tense was simply abandoned. Other grammatical issues include: misspellings (leaving off the last letter of words), word confusion (were/where), incorrect punctuation, fragments instead of complete sentences, and irregular use of parentheses. Also, there is uneven development. The year is 2306. There are still cars, cell phones and TVs while the knowledge to regenerate a blown off body part is readily accessible to man. It stands to reason that all things would have benefited from the same technological advances. Some of the language is too time constrained (example: "down-low"). Language is evolutionary. The storyline could have easily been 5 stars, but the presentation and lack of observation of basic grammar rules and formatting sequences make this a tedious read. In literature, unlike the spoken word, it does matter. The author could benefit from some serious editing. Reviewed by: Gail