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Welcome all to my Novella Will's not so amazing page Warning Not Totally Edited...Questions and concerns please message me or post it on the discussion page of this page Chapter One: Blake Slavik February 19 2015 Burbank, CA

Blake woke up to a cold and rough surface. His vision was blurred for a second but his eyes focused. The room was square and was dark and dank. There was a small toilet and sink in one corner and a small book shelf across from it, and in between a large door with a mail slot. The other side of the room was a small old-fashion metal spring bed with a thin mattress. This was Blake’s fourth month in this hellhole they called Bob Hope’s juvenile correction center. In moments a cold breakfast would slide through the mail slot and Blake would devour it without a second glance. Thirty minuets later he would be hauled to see a psychologist. The rest of the day he was free to roam the campus taking part in other various activities. When Blake sat up he rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms and legs. But when he scanned the room something pooped out at him, the mail slot had a letter inside. There was a wax seal that had initials carved in it. The writing was illegible on the seal. When Blake ripped open the seal there was a short introduction then a long list of instructions. Dear Blake, We wish to help and wonder If you are interested in clearing your slate you __will__ follow these following instructions. . His entire life had been Foster homes, Orphanages, and one or two houses of people who tried to take Blake in but nothing had worked. He thought for a moment ...Clearing his slate would mean he was free to do as he pleased …..yes he would follow the directions. He carefully read over the list memorizing each and every part from space to colon. He was given breakfast and he ate it quickly, he needed the energy for the tasks ahead. Blake was escorted to his psychologist. He gave nods and answered all the questions thoroughly. Blake did not particularly care how he was evaluated today because this was to be his last appointment. He pranced over to the library after his session. He remembered the list- Once in library, find book labeled “ History of Fantasy” … remove its contents and proceed to next step. Blake opened the double-doors to the library slowly trying to not look conspicuous. The librarian named Ted was in his early fifties and fathered a nest of gray hair on top of his pale head. Ted knew Blake, mostly because Blake had constantly been checking out books since his arrival. Also Ted saw a goodness inside Blake “ Welcome back sir!” Ted’s deep voice bellowed. “ Hi,” Blake replied almost completely blowing him off. Blake had read almost ever single book in this facility, so he was quite aware where each book was. He was looking for something out of the ordinary. There he saw a thick book with a velvet spine. He had never seen this book before and the facility rarely received any books. He tucked the book under his arm and went through the doors without checking the book out. The facility was poorly monitored therefore it was easy to sneak the book out of the library without notice. Once out of the library he spotted a small garden where he tended to read. He found it relaxing. The book seemed almost too heavy to be this size of a book. Or was it a book at all? He opened the book hoping the worst... the first page was what it was supposed to be: publisher, date, city, author … He pranced over to the library after his session. He remembered the list- Once in library, find book labeled “ History of Fantasy” … remove its contents and proceed to next step. Blake opened the double-doors to the library slowly trying to not look conspicuous. The librarian named Ted was in his early fifties and fathered a nest of gray hair on top of his pale head. Ted knew Blake, mostly because Blake had constantly been checking out books since his arrival. Also Ted saw a goodness inside Blake “ Welcome back sir!” Ted’s deep voice bellowed. “ Hi,” Blake replied almost completely blowing him off. Blake had read almost ever single book in this facility, so he was quite aware where each book was. He was looking for something out of the ordinary. There he saw a thick book with a velvet spine. He had never seen this book before and the facility rarely received any books. He tucked the book under his arm and went through the doors without checking the book out. The facility was poorly monitored therefore it was easy to sneak the book out of the library without notice. Once out of the library he spotted a small garden where he tended to read. He found it relaxing. The book seemed almost too heavy to be this size of a book. Or was it a book at all? He opened the book hoping the worst... the first page was what it was supposed to be: publisher, date, city, author … All of that useless information.. he thought. The kept flipping through the pages.. What was he looking for ? Where was it? He flipped and flipped finding this hopeless, then he tried turning another page... he almost jumped up when the page was ice cold, and heavy. He took in a deep breath and proceeded. An empty slot! At the top of this rested a note.. phase 1 complete move on to next objective...tools enclosed.. He pulled up the note and revealed 45ACP pistol … fully automatic... 4 extra magazines were accompanying the gun. A note was attached -- enjoy Now on to the next phase of the plan he looked at the next step of the instructions. Reek havoc throughout facility ….make way to parking lot. Seemed easy enough.. He concealed the gun and its ammunition in the waist band of his boxers. Blake now jogged to his cell ...it was around lunchtime, not many guards would be patrolling... time was of the essence. He was almost back when a fire alarm lit up his vision... of course ,he thought reek havoc.. He balled his fist and broke the glass hitting the button behind it. Alarms rang screams were heard and guards started to perk up and search for what set the fire alarms off. Blake took advantage of the confusion to snatch one of the guards key cards. As soon as Blake had a grasp he yanked and bolted toward the parking lot. He reached the 15ft high fence with barbed wire at the top. Swiped the key card and took shelter behind one of the many police cars in the lot. He pulled out the list yet again. if any ammunition left, shoot all tires except the dark green van. He read and understood what he had to do but he was regretting that he didn’t know that he was allowed to shoot anyone....drat .. He popped the back tires of each car.. the shots attracted attention... by now the staff of the facility would know Blake was missing. Men with guns and knight sticks stormed out of the gate of which Blake had entered. They each took cover seeing Blake had a gun. This threw the men off guard. Blake fire a full round of continuous bullets and the cars the guards were behind. Each seemed to be sweating and confused. These men were not guard worthy they had obviously had no arms training whatsoever. This would make Blake’s life much easier. He proceeded to the assigned van. The keys were in the ignition and a full tank of gas greeted him. A smirk filled Blake’s face. Who ever had set this entire plan up was a genius.... But why free only him ..of course he was brilliant and could form any type of weapon out of pretty much anything … others had more experience at the art of torturing and murder. Blake turned the ignition the strong vibration made his heart skipped a beat... He switched the machine into reverse and sped out of the small parking spot. He spun the car around and moved the clutch into drive. Blake put the petal to the floor and raced at the gate ahead. Smash! The van collided with the gate sending it off its hinges into the air. Blake was on the road and he had much time to spare. The police would not catch up for awhile now due to the condition of their cars. Something told him he needed to do something in return for the person who had freed him. He pulled the list out again, Directions...... but to where? He kept reading … St.Thomas Middle School.... His previous school ...the reason he was in the Juvenile Correction Center to begin with.... gladly he continued to the address.

He pulled up about a block away. Blake looked back at the list, tools needed are in the back.

Hey heres alittle bit of the current part of my book. hope you like it.

John Phillips was touring Russia. This was one of the many stops in his much needed vacation. He was a journalist for the New York Times Newspaper. John was driving in his rented FJ Cruiser through the North Russian country on a dirt road enjoying the beauty of this part of the world. He saw a brief flash which temporarily blinded him. ‘What the hell’ He pulled his truck to the side of the road and pulled his backpack from the passenger seat. The flash came from some where on the other side of the thick tree layer in front of him. He must investigate, this could possibly be a story that was newsworthy. He trekked a solid mile, then he reached a cliff which looked down to a valley below. John reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of binoculars and scanned the valley. It seemed to be one large factory or testing area..... for weapons. He spotted a runway and many hangars, anti-air missile launchers and many guard towers. Whoever owned or ran this facility was ready for a small scale war. But something shiny caught his eye before he could finish his thought, John peered down his binoculars, there! That is what would make his story, Biological weapons, ready to be loaded into a large cargo plane. This was not good he had to call someone and fast before it was too late. Being a Journalist he had the long distance number to the FBI and also Interpol, John called both they thanked him and told him to stay where he was they would need him to asses the situation before they got there. John stayed on his toes he dug through his bag and found a water bottle and a pistol, he cocked the weapon and scanned the terrain behind him. He spilled water on himself as he tried to centre the water bottle on his lips, he was nervously shaking. It was dangerous here more than he expected. There was a snap of a twig, John dropped the bottle and brought his gun to the ready. He heard another snap this time from behind him, on the cliff. A man in red and black camouflage was standing there with a smirk on his face and climbing equipment at his feet. In a thick Russian accent he said “ Do svidaniya!” The last thing John saw or heard was a silenced gunshot.

Chapter One: Blake Slavik February 19 2015 Burbank, CA

Blake woke up to a cold and rough surface. His vision was blurred for a second but his eyes focused. The room was square and was dark and dank. There was a small toilet and sink in one corner and a small book shelf across from it, and in between a large door with a mail slot. The other side of the room was a small old-fashion metal spring bed with a thin mattress. This was Blake’s fourth month in this hellhole they called Bob Hope’s juvenile correction center. In moments a cold breakfast would slide through the mail slot and Blake would devour it without a second glance. Thirty minuets later he would be hauled to see a psychologist. The rest of the day he was free to roam the campus taking part in other various activities. When Blake sat up he rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms and legs. But when he scanned the room something pooped out at him, the mail slot had a letter inside. There was a wax seal that had initials carved in it. The writing was illegible on the seal. When Blake ripped open the seal there was a short introduction then a long list of instructions. Dear Blake, We wish to help and wonder If you are interested in clearing your slate you __will__ follow these following instructions. . His entire life had been Foster homes, Orphanages, and one or two houses of people who tried to take Blake in but nothing had worked. He thought for a moment ...Clearing his slate would mean he was free to do as he pleased …..yes he would follow the directions. He carefully read over the list memorizing each and every part from space to colon. He was given breakfast and he ate it quickly, he needed the energy for the tasks ahead. Blake was escorted to his psychologist. He gave nods and answered all the questions thoroughly. Blake did not particularly care how he was evaluated today because this was to be his last appointment. He pranced over to the library after his session. He remembered the list- Once in library, find book labeled “ History of Fantasy” … remove its contents and proceed to next step. Blake opened the double-doors to the library slowly trying to not look conspicuous. The librarian named Ted was in his early fifties and fathered a nest of gray hair on top of his pale head. Ted knew Blake, mostly because Blake had constantly been checking out books since his arrival. Also Ted saw a goodness inside Blake “ Welcome back sir!” Ted’s deep voice bellowed. “ Hi,” Blake replied almost completely blowing him off. Blake had read almost ever single book in this facility, so he was quite aware where each book was. He was looking for something out of the ordinary. There he saw a thick book with a velvet spine. He had never seen this book before and the facility rarely received any books. He tucked the book under his arm and went through the doors without checking the book out. The facility was poorly monitored therefore it was easy to sneak the book out of the library without notice. Once out of the library he spotted a small garden where he tended to read. He found it relaxing. The book seemed almost too heavy to be this size of a book. Or was it a book at all? He opened the book hoping the worst... the first page was what it was supposed to be: publisher, date, city, author … All of that useless information.. he thought. The kept flipping through the pages.. What was he looking for ? Where was it? He flipped and flipped finding this hopeless, then he tried turning another page... he almost jumped up when the page was ice cold, and heavy. He took in a deep breath and proceeded. An empty slot! At the top of this rested a note.. phase 1 complete move on to next objective...tools enclosed.. He pulled up the note and revealed 45ACP pistol … fully automatic... 4 extra magazines were accompanying the gun. A note was attached -- enjoy Now on to the next phase of the plan he looked at the next step of the instructions. Reek havoc throughout facility ….make way to parking lot. Seemed easy enough.. He concealed the gun and its ammunition in the waist band of his boxers. Blake now jogged to his cell ...it was around lunchtime, not many guards would be patrolling... time was of the essence. He was almost back when a fire alarm lit up his vision... of course ,he thought reek havoc.. He balled his fist and broke the glass hitting the button behind it. Alarms rang screams were heard and guards started to perk up and search for what set the fire alarms off. Blake took advantage of the confusion to snatch one of the guards key cards. As soon as Blake had a grasp he yanked and bolted toward the parking lot. He reached the 15ft high fence with barbed wire at the top. Swiped the key card and took shelter behind one of the many police cars in the lot. He pulled out the list yet again. if any ammunition left, shoot all tires except the dark green van. He read and understood what he had to do but he was regretting that he didn’t know that he was allowed to shoot anyone....drat .. He popped the back tires of each car.. the shots attracted attention... by now the staff of the facility would know Blake was missing. Men with guns and knight sticks stormed out of the gate of which Blake had entered. They each took cover seeing Blake had a gun. This threw the men off guard. Blake fire a full round of continuous bullets and the cars the guards were behind. Each seemed to be sweating and confused. These men were not guard worthy they had obviously had no arms training whatsoever. This would make Blake’s life much easier. He proceeded to the assigned van. The keys were in the ignition and a full tank of gas greeted him. A smirk filled Blake’s face. Who ever had set this entire plan up was a genius.... But why free only him ..of course he was brilliant and could form any type of weapon out of pretty much anything … others had more experience at the art of torturing and murder. Blake turned the ignition the strong vibration made his heart skipped a beat... He switched the machine into reverse and sped out of the small parking spot. He spun the car around and moved the clutch into drive. Blake put the petal to the floor and raced at the gate ahead. Smash! The van collided with the gate sending it off its hinges into the air. Blake was on the road and he had much time to spare. The police would not catch up for awhile now due to the condition of their cars. Something told him he needed to do something in return for the person who had freed him. He pulled the list out again, Directions...... but to where? He kept reading … St.Thomas Middle School.... His previous school ...the reason he was in the Juvenile Correction Center to begin with.... gladly he continued to the address.

He pulled up about a block away. Blake looked back at the list, tools needed are in the back.

Hey heres alittle bit of the current part of my book. hope you like it.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">John Phillips was touring Russia. This was one of the many stops in his much needed vacation. He was a journalist for the New York Times Newspaper. John was driving in his rented FJ Cruiser through the North Russian country on a dirt road enjoying the beauty of this part of the world. He saw a brief flash which temporarily blinded him. ‘What the hell’ He pulled his truck to the side of the road and pulled his backpack from the passenger seat. The flash came from some where on the other side of the thick tree layer in front of him. He must investigate, this could possibly be a story that was newsworthy. He trekked a solid mile, then he reached a cliff which looked down to a valley below. John reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of binoculars and scanned the valley. It seemed to be one large factory or testing area..... for weapons. He spotted a runway and many hangars, anti-air missile launchers and many guard towers. Whoever owned or ran this facility was ready for a small scale war. But something shiny caught his eye before he could finish his thought, John peered down his binoculars, there! That is what would make his story, Biological weapons, ready to be loaded into a large cargo plane. This was not good he had to call someone and fast before it was too late. Being a Journalist he had the long distance number to the FBI and also Interpol, John called both they thanked him and told him to stay where he was they would need him to asses the situation before they got there. John stayed on his toes he dug through his bag and found a water bottle and a pistol, he cocked the weapon and scanned the terrain behind him. He spilled water on himself as he tried to centre the water bottle on his lips, he was nervously shaking. It was dangerous here more than he expected. There was a snap of a twig, John dropped the bottle and brought his gun to the ready. He heard another snap this time from behind him, on the cliff. A man in red and black camouflage was standing there with a smirk on his face and climbing equipment at his feet. In a thick Russian accent he said “ Do svidaniya!” The last thing John saw or heard was a silenced gunshot.