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Facing The Narco-Men
Facing The Narco-Men
Facing The Narco-Men
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Facing The Narco-Men

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This is a real world and this is a fiction. This is an adaptation of a real world phenomenon to a fantastic world.
This is not a clash of civilizations, but a clash of ideas.
This is not a normative narration, but freedom of viewpoints.
It doesn’t take it for granted, it demystifies.
If you want to understand the narco-world, you need to "Face the Narco-Men" first. You need to face Herodion, Coco, Mario and Essy.
Few people comprehend why they are trapped into a criminalized world and why they are not considered to be the privileged, as Alka and Sigge
Alka and Sigge are so lucky since they have their freedom. What is the thing that distinguishes them from the narco-men? It is matter of question.
The hunters are after the narco-men, trying the save the world from them. They think their combat is for the benefit of humanity. Or, should they just enforce the laws?
And the ordinaries... Everything is for them. The fight, the hunt, and also the escape... They want to make their own decisions with no interruption. Many times, they choose freedom over anything else.
Across the country, from New York to Los Angeles, San Francisco and more, the narco-men narrowly escape the hunters with the help of their supporters. However, the MOK, the AED, the ACN, the AKB and the CI are able to lock them up behind bars. Their mission is to save the world from the narco-men and their influence over the ordinaries.
People agree that "Facing the Narco-Men" is the first step for embracing the solution, that is if a solution exists.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 11, 2015
ISBN9781311700957
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    Facing The Narco-Men - Dr. Fresh Lion

    CHAPTER 1

    The green ghost-like creature, Mario, ran down 66th Street. Mario glanced over his shoulder and saw the CI was gaining on him. He gave the CI a mocking smile as he drew near a school. Let’s see you try to follow me in here, Mario thought. He suddenly sprang into the air and ducked inside an open window on the school’s third floor. The CI paused when he could no longer see Mario through the special glasses he wore. He grimaced when he saw the open window on the third floor and dashed into the school’s main entrance. The CI took off his glasses, cleaned them, and proceeded to put them back on. He took the narco-men detector out of his belt and switched it on. The screen showed a red dot. It was moving.

    Mario knew that the CI had special devices such as this. He wanted to get out of the building as soon as possible. He began to look for the back exit, eagerly scanning the signs at the end of each hall for an arrow with the word exit beneath it.

    Mario came to a staircase, ducked inside and raced down the steps. The CI finally pinpointed Mario’s location. He was coming downstairs. The CI headed in Mario’s direction.

    Mario burst out onto the first floor, paused next to the entrance of the school’s swimming pool. A sixth sense compelled him to run inside and dive into the pool. Mario knew water always impeded the CI’s tracker.

    This will fool the CI, he thought. He will lose track and assume I’ve already gone.

    The CI’s detector screen went blank. He waited without moving for a couple of minutes and then went towards the back door. He stepped outside and scanned the dirty alley behind the school. He saw no sign of Mario.

    He fooled me. He’s still inside, the CI realized.

    Gritting his teeth, he spun on his heels and headed inside.

    Mario heard the noise, smiled, floated up out of the pool and went back into the hall just in time to hear the back door close again. He felt a pang of alarm, decided to head to the nearest staircase and go up.

    The CI moved about quietly, alert to any sound. He switched on the narco-men detector again and tried to spot Mario. Finally, the CI could see a red dot on the second floor. He ran up to second floor and donned his special glasses again. The CI slipped out of the staircase and spotted Mario. He was standing in the hall with his back to the CI. He then opened one of the classroom doors and went inside. The CI moved quickly towards the classroom entrance. He flung the door open, ready to confront his quarry.

    Mario wasn’t there.

    The CI began to check all the corners. He sighed with exasperation as he spun his eyes around the room. He stopped, returned his gaze to the door, looked up.

    Mario was waiting for him above the door. Before the CI could shuffle into a defensive stance, Mario fell on him.

    They crashed about the classroom, knocking over tables and chairs, completely destroying the teacher’s desk, as they threw punches and kicked at each other.

    Mario, like all narco-men, had no ability to kill the hunters, but he could harm them. Mario finally grabbed the CI by his coat collar and flung him across the room. As the CI struggled to his feet, Mario ran over to the window, opened it, and soared away. The CI stood up, switched on his pistol-shaped gadget used for catching the narco-men, and took aim at Mario. He sent out an invisible beam that lassoed Mario around his ankle. A grin spread across the CI’s face as he began reeling Mario in. I’ve got you! the CI thought, feeling a surge of elation.

    The CI took a step forward, his eyes still locked on Mario. The CI tripped over a fallen chair and tumbled head over posterior onto the floor. His device flew free, hit the ground, and switched off.

    Mario laughed with glee as he soared away again, So long, sucker! he taunted the CI. Mario soared over an alley near Broadway, descended into it, and walked out into a stream of pedestrians walking along the famous thoroughfare. The CI snatched his hoverboard from his backpack, hopped on, and zipped out of the classroom and down onto Broadway. He soon reacquired sight of Mario, began tailing him.

    Mario reached Times Square. He spotted the CI and began to weave about the crowd, plotting his next move. Mario knew that the radio waves made it difficult for the narco-men detector to work properly, since they jammed the signals.

    Mario looked around and smirked when he saw that guiding his hoverboard down into the crowd distracted his pursuer. Mario spotted a giant screen which was currently flashing an ad for a soft drink, leapt up, and jumped into it quick as lighting.

    The CI scanned the crowd, saw no sign of Mario. He tried his special glasses to scan around. He picked up his narco-men detector from his belt and tried the detect Mario. There was no signal on the screen. He raised his head, looked around, and grimaced when he realized his error. Yes, I know, I know, he thought. You must be inside of one of these giant screens. I will somehow find you, at all costs.

    The CI shut off his narco-men detector and clipped it on his belt again. He broke out his hoverboard and ascended up over the crowd of ordinaries, bound for the southern side of the square. He hovered in front of one of the screens, broke out his catcher, and took aim. He pulled the trigger in anticipation of lassoing Mario. Once the CI had hooked the fugitive, he would contain Mario in the section of the pistol-shaped gadget that looked like a small box.

    The CI squeezed the trigger once, then twice more. Swearing under his breath, he aimed at the screen beneath the first one, got the same result. The CI holstered his device, headed towards the eastern side of Time Square. He tried the biggest screen there, swore louder when he failed to lasso Mario yet again. He looked towards the western side of the square, swooped over to it. He shot the gadget at a couple big screens without result. He saw there was one screen left. You must be there! the CI said aloud.

    The CI hovered in front of it, began to take aim.

    Mario’s arm suddenly swept out of the screen, slamming into the CI’s face like a bat. The CI tumbled off the hoverboard, dropping like a stone towards the pavement.

    Again? the CI murmured.

    Mario swiftly went towards Grand Central Terminal. The CI slammed into the pavement, sending ordinaries scattering in every direction. He struggled to stand up, felt a searing bolt of pain stab his right shoulder and left leg. He used his device to lasso his hoverboard and bring it down to street level. He grabbed it and collected himself. There is no escape from me, he mumbled. You can be pretty smart and agile but, I have no doubt I will get you. I won’t give up until I seize you. The CI struggled onto the hoverboard and set off in the direction of Grand Central.

    Mario knew he didn’t have much time to hide and that Grand Central’s legendary main hall afforded him no easy hiding places. Mario desperately looked about for any scrap of cover he could find. He saw one big and two mid-sized USA flags hung from the ceiling in the middle of the hall. He moved and hid behind the big one.

    The CI landed outside the Terminal Building and stepped inside. His glasses could not detect Mario, but there was an ambiguous signal on the screen of his detector. The CI moved forward a couple of meters and saw the signals were stronger. He looked up at the flag, murmured, You must be behind it. I have a surprise for you.

    The CI snatched his hoverboard from his backpack and got on, gadget in hand. He got closer to the flag, hearing stronger beeps from the tracker as he closed in. Noticing the CI’s moves, Mario jumped quickly to the other flag and then another. Mario was now behind the mid-sized flag that was closest to the entrance.

    The CI noticed the weakening signal. Mario took a chance and swooped back outside while the CI stared at his detector. The signal had almost disappeared. The CI swore under his breath, and thought, I will find you.

    The CI got on his hoverboard and passed through the open door, soaring into the air as he burst outside. He was upset and was thinking about the chance that had slipped through his fingers. At that moment, he was looking down towards the street. He was losing hope.

    Mario went inside a subway station. He felt a sense of relief as he mixed into the crowd. He was underground while CI was well above it. Mario began to ready himself for the next calls that would be made by the ordinaries.

    The CI felt a surge of anger. He got out the narco-men detector and tried to find Mario. He made a quick aerial tour around the city. There was no signal.

    The CI blinked.

    Mario is under ground, he realized.

    The CI arrived at next subway station and went inside. He stood by the railway, switched on his narco-men detector again and murmured, Today you made a lot of trouble for me, but I am not giving up. I will be after you till I find you and lock you up. You are not the first one that has caused me trouble and will not be the last. I have encountered tougher narco-men but I have managed to cope with that. I will only be happy when you go to hell.

    A weak signal began beeping on the screen of his tracker. He sighed with relief, Just as I thought, Mario, you must be a couple of stations away. He got on his hoverboard and began to travel through the tunnel. He saw two lights coming towards him. At that moment, he noticed another train coming very fast behind him, from the opposite direction. The train almost hit him, but he barely escaped by flying closer to the wall. Too much focus may penalize you, pull yourself together, he said to himself.

    After trains had passed, the CI checked his narco-men detector, saw the signal was moving away, Ah, you are on the train that almost hit me. You were that close to me again, eh? He began to pursue the train, flying at full speed; however the train was fast too. He was getting closer but at a slow pace. He felt a surge of impatience burning a hole in his stomach. Cool down. Cool down man, cool down, he muttered to himself. He knew he had to stay focused, lest Mario slipped away again.

    A couple of minutes later, the CI caught the train at the station. The signal got stronger. The CI dodged about the ordinaries crowding the platform while he looked for Mario. His special glasses detected Mario as he jumped out of the train from the operator’s cab. The CI turned and began to chase him, trying not to hit the ordinaries as he dodged about them on his hoverboard. Mario went to the staircase, now acting as blithe as a teenager wandering a shopping mall.

    The CI followed him up the stairs, drew closer and took the gadget from his belt. He tried to find a good angle to pull the trigger and lock Mario in his closed box. As they arrived at the turnstile area, the CI thought that he got a good opportunity to use the gadget. Hey, he shouted to Mario, this is the end of the road. Mario spun about, his eyes wide with shock. The CI pulled the trigger of the gadget and it snared Mario like he was a wild stallion. The CI smirked, began to reel Mario in while his prey muttered curses out loud.

    As soon as Mario was secure, the CI took the radio in his hand and began to talk. I got Mario, guys. I will bring him to the headquarters.

    Congratulations! You did a great job. See you at the headquarters, his commander replied.

    CHAPTER 2

    Dennis sat down at his computer and signed into his Facebook account. He read all the messages on his wall and looked through all the photographs that his friends had sent.

    Oh Gosh! This can’t happen, he said to himself after seeing a car crash photograph. Why do people not obey the rules? They are acting like idiots. Lives shouldn’t be that cheap.

    After a couple of minutes, Dennis wrote a message on his page, Hey people! I am organizing a party at Martin’s house. I talked him into it. You know he has a wonderful townhouse. It will be next Sunday and start at 9 p.m.

    Dennis logged out of his Facebook account and went outside, admiring the clear, blue Saturday afternoon skies gracing Los Angeles. His brand new BMW waited for him in the driveway. He was hungry, so he began to drive towards a drive-in fast food restaurant. His car got in the queue. When it was his turn, he ordered a big hamburger with French fries. He then moved slowly to get his orders.

    This package is yours, sir, said the guy working at the restaurant.

    Thank you, Dennis answered.

    After taking his food, Dennis parked his car in a parking lot under a tree. It was shady and the tree was protecting him from the burning sunlight. He ate his meal then began to drive to meet Martin at a nearby coffee shop.

    Where is he? I have been waiting for him nearly for half an hour, Martin murmured as he sipped a latte, sitting alone at a table for two.

    He looked outside, saw Dennis arriving. Hey Martin! Sorry for being late. I had to have something to eat first, Dennis apologized as soon as he’d entered.

    I was beginning to think that you are a liar, Martin replied. You sometimes don’t show up and other times you are late.

    Do not exaggerate it, pal! It is me, Dennis. I already apologized for that, Dennis wanted to ease Martin’s tension. I announced the party on the Facebook.

    I know that the party will be in my summerhouse, but what is the date of it? Martin asked.

    Next Sunday, and it will start at 9 p.m.

    OK. That’s good. Let’s see how many friends will participate in it.

    Martin’s parents were very rich. They were in the medicine-marketing business. It was an online job and they were making millions of dollars annually. They had houses in France, Canada, Australia and South Africa. The party house in Los Angeles was only one of them.

    How about your parents? Dennis asked. Did you let them know about the party?

    Don’t worry about it. They will be in France.

    It is great, Dennis said. All we have to do is to wait for enough number of participants.

    Yes, you should check the number during the week. If the participation is big enough, we should arrange a company to organize it, Martin said.

    Yes, you are right. I already talked to several of them. I am going to meet one of them in two hours. Is there anything else to talk about?

    I think that is it for the time being, Martin answered.

    Then, so long, pal! I got to go.

    So long!

    The next morning, Dennis signed into his Facebook account again to check how many friends accepted his party offer.

    Thirteen! Is it thirteen? Dennis found it too few. But, after a moment, his mind changed. Actually, it is good for the first day. Many people must not have signed into their account yet.

    Dennis logged out and left the house. He directly went to Martin’s house to talk about the party again. He parked his car next to Martin’s Mercedes in the parking lot of the townhouse. There was a huge swimming pool in the front yard.

    Hi Martin!

    Hi Dennis!

    As of now, thirteen people will show up for the party. I expect around a hundred.

    I think so, too, Martin said. We should have at least a hundred guests to have a good party. By the way, when you had earlier mentioned about a good party, I remembered something.

    What is it? asked Dennis excitedly.

    Mario, Martin answered.

    Mario! Yes, yes! We shouldn’t forget that. Mario should be at the party, too. Without him, the party will not be amazing. But, Mario is outlawed. What if the hunters bust the party?

    That is the risk. But Mario goes to many parties. The hunters can’t control and catch every Mario, Martin commented.

    Don’t forget that many ordinaries are in jail because of Mario. Dennis didn’t look like he was convinced.

    Don’t get scared easily! Be brave! If such a thing happens, we can post bail and get out of the jail.

    All right then! One for all, all for one! Dennis seemed braver.

    ***

    The party night arrived and the guests began to show up at the party. Some people were in their casual attire and others were not since there is no dress code for the party. Martin was in front of the townhome, welcoming the guests and escorting them through the hall. Jack and his friends Robert and Melissa were also invited to the party. Jack and Martin’s fathers did joint business in the past, so their families knew each other very well. On the other

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