The Madness Of Chaos E-Book

Joseph P Hradisky Jr

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

This is another book in the Dorian White / Wired For Peace stories. With all the political mumbo jumbo, rhetoric, as well as being politically correct it is time someone takes a stand for truth and justice. Dorian White represents a person whose only goal is to do just that. There are no boundaries, except justice, he will not cross. This was initially seen in his protection of docs without borders where he made sure certain warlords would never bother them again. Or any other organization for that fact. An underlying truth Dorian follows is the idea one should always play by the rules until the otherside does not. Then you play at their level only a lot better. Yet you never stoop to their level. He uses the idea perception is reality by making all he does openly is nothing but an illusion of what is really being done. In this book he does show others exactly how far the illusion he uses goes. Even death can be used as an illusion to get people to react the way they really need to. Yet, in order to make the effect better, there are those who will be killed but done so because there was no other choice which could be pursued. Each situation is based soley on that situation. There is no profiling, which he hates, nor prejudice in any way one might try to use against his organization. Thank you for reading my book and remember to pass on love to all those you meet. A smile goes a long way to bringing about the peace a true warrior is always seeking. One day there will come a time when they can lay down their sword knowing those, who need protecting, are finally safe. Then the warrior, eternal champion, will take up the plow again.

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Joseph P Hradisky Jr

The Madness Of Chaos

A Dorian White Saga

As always I dedicate this book to my wonderful wife, Terri, for all the joy we share everydayBookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The Madness Of Chaos

A Dorian White Saga

By Joseph P Hradisky Jr

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction; the characters have no resemblance to persons living or dead.

The places, on the other hand, are real and can be found on the shores of Cayuga Lake.

This story, and all it contains, is the property of Joseph P Hradisky Jr.

All rights reserved.

I hope you enjoy the story, thank you for reading it.

Dedication

As always I dedicate this book to my wonderful wife, Terri, for all the joy we share everyday

Thank you for reading my book and be safe for all the days of your life.

1.

Andrea Rich was watching the news when she threw a knife through the screen. She had seen about enough of the violence for the day. She was about to get up when Dorian White walked into the room. Smiling he looked from the television to her several times before speaking.

“Is there a problem?” Dorian inquired.

Many a thought flashed through her mind before she locked onto one. “After all the time we have spent fighting the warlords, and others like them, we come home to relax just to see the madness, the chaos, in our own country. What the hell, Dorian?”

Dorian sat down next to her. He is the only man who has ever been able to look into her eyes, Andrea thought as Dorian answered. “It is hell out there right now. The problem is, like a line from Buffalo Springfield’s song For What’s it Worth ‘There's battle lines being drawn, Nobody's right if everybody's wrong’ says it all.”

Andrea looked out the window to her left. “So why are they being so stupid is what I want to know.”

Dorian sat silent for several minutes before he spoke again. “The problem is there is a lot of anger for almost no reason. Yes, some is valid but not all of it. Nor do they realize how much of history they do not know. Then, the other problem, is there are those who are taking advantage of the situation just to cause chaos.”

Andrea was about to say something when Dorian’s cell went off. “Dorian?”

Andrea tried to hear what Dorian was hearing but could not. All Dorian did was nod his head without saying a word. Finally, when he spoke, all he said was. “We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

Dorian turned to Andrea. “Get the team into the day room.” Then he left the lounge before she could ask why.

Andrea shrugged and left to start rounding up the teams. Thirty minutes later she entered the day room with the last stragglers. Dorian was already at the front of the room waiting for them to take a seat. Andrea did not like the look on his face, he did not seem to be very happy at all. That was never a good sign.

Dorian waited for the room to quiet down before he spoke. “Do you remember, one of our team members, John Anderson?”

A hum ran through, the room, acknowledging they knew who he was talking about. Dorian thought back to the day John had left the team. It had been hard, but John wanted to spend more time with his family as well as to start his own business. He had seen a great deal on an old coffee house he used to hang out at. Dorian knew this was something John had talked about for several years. The last he had heard he was doing quite well. Now, with blm and covid, John had told Dorian he was worried about his family and the future of his business. Then he got the phone call.

“You know we take care of our own and I just got a phone call from John he needs our help.” Dorian paused for a moment to let that sink in. “He’s not so much worried about himself, you know how John is on that (laughter filled the room for a few seconds), but he is worried he can’t keep his family safe. And that worried him the most.”

“When do we leave?” James Griffin asked.

“One hour.” Dorian replied.

Less than two minutes later the day room was empty except for Dorian and Andrea. Andrea smiled at him. “Well, I guess that answers the real question.”

Dorian walked to stand next to her before he leaned down to kiss her. “I had no doubt this would happen. We should get moving before we get left behind. It would be really embarrassing if we do.”

Andrea laughed as they headed to their room to pack what they would need. Outside of civi clothes they would get all they needed upon arrival. She was putting on her bra when a pair of warm hands covered her breasts. Leaning backward she sighed at the feel of his body against hers. “What didn’t you tell them?”

“What?” Dorian teased her as he nibbled on her ear lobe.

Andrea turned in his arms to kiss him. “You know damn well what.”

“There hasn’t been much in the news about the city he lives in. This will not be true for much longer.” Dorian turned her around so he could secure her bra the way she likes him to do. “Part of the problem is the area, where his business is, is 75 percent new business owners. Half of those business are black owned with him being a di facto leader of the black business owners. The amount of pressure this is putting on him is immense. If it wasn’t he never would have asked for my help.”

Andrea nodded. “He’s always had a little too much pride. You ready?”

Dorian rested his hands on her breasts. “Not really but let’s go.”

When they reached the plane Dorian saw everyone else was already on board. Their destination was the Tompkins County Airport where John Anderson would meet them. Dorian hadn’t been in the city of Ithaca for a little over four years. From what John had told him the city had almost tripled in size because of two colleges as well as the nearly year round tourism. Dorian was finding it hard to imagine what the city looked like now. He had never liked it before because it had been too big for his liking then.

Andrea made her way to a seat as Dorian went to the cockpit to take his seat as co-pilot. Samantha Roberts was working her way through the checklist when he arrived. Without a word he quickly caught up with her so they could get going as soon as possible. Part of the list included contacting the nearby tower to get clearance to take off. Dorian knew they didn’t have to do it but Samantha, Sam, thought it would be the polite thing to do. Like always, when it came to things like this, she was right.

Dorian checked his watch, as the plane taxied to take off, to see it had only taken them 55 minutes to get going. Then he concentrated on his job as co-pilot. Ithaca, New York, was a little over six hours away. He had just looked out the side window in time to knock Sam out of her chair. Years of training made it easy to hit the full unlock tab so he could. A few seconds later several bullets smacked into the front windowpanes. This many hits would have shattered a normal cockpit window, but Dorian had them specially made so they were bullet proof. Still it was better to think the bullets could get through.

A few seconds later an explosion rocked the plane as Dorian helped Sam to get the plane to stop. Then, before he could, she hit a red button on the center console. Shortly smoke enveloped the whole plane and, unlike what was normally used, it was thick and burning. Alarms were now blaring throughout the plane when both pilots made their way to the passenger part of the aircraft. Here, in an orderly form of chaos, the teams were gearing up to leave the plane. By now they all had their oxygen tanks strapped on with the new helmets he had just acquired a few weeks ago.

The idea had come across his LinkedIn account via Tech That Matters. Qwake Technologies had introduced it as the C-Thru. A mask with special glasses which make it easier for firefighters to see in a smoke filled room. Dorian had recognized it as a great idea, but he also knew it could be adapted for other uses. Like now. What it did was basically draw a green line around the edges of an object. This way they can navigate through a room quickly as well as see if there is anyone in the room.

As Dorian deplaned he could see those who were attacking the aircraft without them seeing him. Quickly the team set up a perimeter before returning fire. The first volley had to be as accurate as possible for the wind would dissipate the smoke before they could get off another. As he was aiming Dorian got the feeling something wasn’t right. Why were they just standing in the open when they should have been behind some kind of cover.

“Hold fire.” Dorian yelled into his headset. “I repeat, hold fire.”

Dorian hit the ground knowing the others were doing the same. As he did a series of shots could be heard coming from all around the plane. Yet, again, something seemed off about this for the number of people he could see in front of him. The more he saw, heard, the less he liked the situation. Nothing seemed normal at all, like they were playing out a scene in some movie. He was trying to figure out what part of reality was occurring here when a loud voice finally got his attention.

“Dorian?” It was Sam LeVine.

Before Dorian answered he realized Sam had been trying to get his attention for several seconds. “Go.”

“What are we doing?”

Good question Dorian thought, a very good question. “Stand down till we can access the situation better.”

“But we’re taking fire!” Gloria Armstrong chimed in. “Why aren’t we firing back?”

“Situation not normal, need to figure out what the reality of it is.” Dorian could see the smoke was clearing. Soon it would be all gone, and he would get a better look at the trap. For some reason this nibble of a thought seemed to be making a lot more sense by the second. “It is a trap, and we need to see how bad a one it is.”

Dorian looked as low to the ground as he could, from this vantage he could see at least a dozen pair of feet. This would have been quite an attack force, but he also noticed not one pair was moving. Even if they were waiting for the smoke to clear there would have been some kind of movement. Even if it were to keep the feet awake while waiting. Dorian had spent too much time in formation, in the Air Force, just standing. If you didn’t make subtle movements your feet would fall asleep and it would have been a problem if you had to move quickly. Another problem with standing in one spot too long was loss of circulation throughout the body. So slight feet movement, as well as slight knee movement, kept you from passing out.

While waiting for the smoke to clear he suddenly realized he had not heard a weapon firing for several minutes now. Good chance whoever had been firing was also waiting for the smoke to clear. Yet, somehow, Dorian really doubted it. “Alright, we have about five minutes till we can see clearly. Get ready, no firing unless I do or tell you to.”

A series of copy followed in answer. Suddenly he saw movement. One pair of feet started running in their direction. Dorian ripped his mask off after saying “Hold fire.” Along with the mask he left his rifle on the ground.

Running low Dorian caught the other person in the midsection. He could hear the persons breath explode outward as they hit the ground. Without hesitation Dorian shoved his hand into the person’s mouth. Normally he would not do something like this, but the situation was anything but normal.

“Medic!” Dorian yelled out as he could feel the person trying to get Dorian’s hand put of their mouth. The action made it clear he had done the right thing.