End of Days 3 - Winter Season is here (inspired by Sy Roger's sermon!)

Now before I continue with the story, here's a disclaimer that all persons in the fictional story are based on animae characters from the Jap show Trigun BUT are not in violation of international copyright laws as less than 10% of the actual charater names are used and this is NOT meant for public circulation.

Further disclaimer is that the whole sermon on Winter and the cycle of Seasons will be available on this blog very soon. Go to fourthturning.com to learn more about the future events that will rock the world.. And remember, Jesus is coming back soon!

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End of Days (Part 3)

Chapter 3: Winter Season is here..

"Look out!!You're gonna crash into that wall!!" Kenneth yelled frantically, as the Lexus headed straight into a brick wall in the carpark of Seasons Park Condo. "Oh come on, stop yelling!" Wolfwood smacked his head. But the car was really speeding at 100 km/h into a solid wall, and Vash did not even slow down a bit!

"Hey man... Slow down!! ARGH!!" Kenneth, Clarence and Wolfwood screamed out in unison and thought their lives would end up in a spectacular car crash and closed their eyes tightly.

Screeeeeeecchh!! Tires skidded. No explosion. Nothing at all!

Vash was grinning. They had just passed thru a hollogram image, created to conceal the secret garage that Vash kept. His father would probably have a heart attack if he knew his 23 year old son was maintaining a garage with the latest high tech gadgets, and probably faint if he knew that in his spare time, Vash was really not a university student. He did jobs for special clients and demanded at least $10,000 per job. It wasn't exactly a pretty job, but he thought of it as doing society some good by clearing out some trash.. and even getting paid in the process. "Come on out you guys! Grab as much stuff as you can, we're gonna need these..." he flipped a switch and more walls opened up to reveal a metallic safe. He inserted his thumb and a scanner scanned his eyes. "Good evening sir. Your latest shipment of 100 7.62 armour piercing rounds have arrived, together with two armbrust rocklauchers. 3 contracts waiting for your confirmation."

Wolfwood, Clarence and Kenneth had finally opened their eyes and could only stare in awe at the huge garage and the metal safe which contained enough weapons for a professional counterterrorist squad. Their eyes almost popped out of their head when they saw "Dead Reckoning". An army armoured truck with 2 mounted machine guns, last seen in the movie Black Hawk Down. Their jaws dropped when they feasted their eyes on the sleek black Spyder convertible. "Vash... where'd you get the money for all these??" Kenneth stammered.

"Can you guys focus?? I need you guys to gather the stuff quickly. Clarence, come with me. You're still a computer whizz right?" Vash asked.

"Accused of 357 computer misuse crimes, but never convicted, a 15% share-holding in Creative Technologies and Project Manager for Microsoft SEA Branch, but I really wouldn't consider myself as a computer expert." Clarence humbly answered.

"Whatever. Look, use my laptop and transmit this info over the net, to every goverment office you can think of, heck, let the pentagon and the United Nations know as well, I should've told the ISD earlier... sigh.." Vash plopped a laptop on Clarence, who quickly glanced through the information and turned as pale as a ghost. His fingers were trembling as he hacked through information systems, and he asked, "Vash, if this is true..."

"Yes. We're all about to experience a cruel, merciless season of winter for a long time..." Vash said, while a troubled look crossed his face. No use making them panic, better keep this info from the girls, he thought. He picked up his handphone and checked to see if it was still working. Amazingly, it could still be used. He dialled a few numbers, relying on his memory, searching for old friends whom he trusted, previous partners, and other useful contacts.

Swen King, an expert in electronics and wiring. Lance Pak, the son of a Hong Kong traid leader with his own connnections to the underworld. Wendy Jacob, aspiring business woman with a keen foresight, a gift to see into the future. He would drive the Spyder to pick them up, while Wolfwood drove the other 2 guys back with "Dead Reckoning", weapons and ammunition. His plan was a simple one - create a fortress at the old church, and hold out as long as possible until he could think of a better plan. Too bad Kenneth and Clarence still can't drive, he would have to leave his Lexus behind...

A monitor screen flashed to life, with the image of a grey-haired but muscular man holding a limping woman, knocking on Vash's home main door. "Vash! Open up! Need help!" It was Turtle Teo, and his beautiful wife, Renee Ruso. She appeared to have injured her right ankle. Turtle had his trusty Arctic Warfare Penetrating sniper rifle (AWP) slung over his shoulder, no doubt hidden in a golf bag. Vash smiled in spite of himself. They would be glad to take his Lexus..

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Somewhere in the dessert area of South America..

"10.. 9.. 8.." a mechanical voice started the countdown.

"Sir!! We cannot control the situation any longer! The backup codes do not work!! I repeat, the backup codes do not work!!" a soldier shouted into a microphone. Two other soldiers were busy, scurrying around flipping switches. Pretty soon, the room would feel the vibrations of 20 nuclear missiles being launched into the air. "What can we do sir??"

The line was dead.

"5.. 4.." The soldiers all stopped dead in their tracks and looked helplessly at the radar monitor, tears streaming down their cheeks. This would be the place where World War 3 started, one of them thought. God, please take care of my family.. My poor baby Ruth is only 3 years old..

"3.. 2.. 1.." Red lights flashed on. BEEP!

History was about to be made as 20 nuclear missiles each with the capacity to wipe out land mass the size of Malaysia flew out of the missile silos to unknown destinations. The control room was obliberated in the aftermath, the 3 soldiers on duty fried to a crisp, dying a painless and frightfully fast death.

The same thing was happening in other secret missile silos across the United States. China, France, Iraq and Britain. A total of 150 nuclear missiles were launched between 3-5 am on that morning.

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Turtle tended to his wife's wounds. Apparently during the magnetic impulse, she was using a blender to make some drinks when the electrical short circuit caused the blender's blade to spin out of control, and when she dropped the blender, it sliced into her right ankle. It was now bandaged and Renee felt much better. They got into the Lexus and had just closed the door, when Turtle thought he felt a rumble. A small tremor from the earth. "Nah.. probably just too tired..!" he brushed off the thought of exploding booms, thinking how ridiculous it was, and began to drive to church.