Chapter 1 -Something's wrong.

Manoucher Emad opened the store in the morning, just after parking his 92' Ford Mustang in the lot nearby.
This was about the same routine for about 20 years.
The spring air of the outside was immeadiatly vanquished by the heat of the store as he walked inside his store.
Fucking Hussein forgot to turn off the oven's.

The "ovens" were wide pizza ovens, the kind that cook food in twenty minutes instead of the two hours conventional ovens take. Leaving them on made the store sweat and perspire as little drops of water edged theselves against the wall. Opposite of the oven was the conveyor like topppigs, cheese and sauce. Cursing under his breath, he walked over to the back of the store in order to change into his uniform. Despite being the owner to his own store he still subjected to the company -who owns the name of "Pizzaville"- and their rules. But he didn't notice the thief that was trying to steal the money in the cash register. Immediate anger sat on Carlos's shoulder's as he came out from the back.

"What are you doing!?" He asked madly, (accent showing) grabbing the long aluminum pizza paddle that hung from the hook as he advanced towards the front and swong it horizontally across the petty thief's face, a metal ding! sounding is the flat part made contact with the teenager. The blow sent him flying, in the attack's surprise and strength to the floor. Carlos took a step ahead, eyed the immense bruise he put on the thief's face and felt no regret what so ever. "I'll break your neck! So get out of here!" He barked at the already scared thief, who quickly picked himself up and ran out the front door.

20 years and someone tries to take my money.
Illegally.
The grumpy Persian felt something was wrong today but took no concern, going into the walk-in refridgerator next to the oven to take out some dough, to make a pizza for the front when people should arrive.

Madison eyes opened up as the alarm by her bed went off. She looked at the time, and quickly closed her eyes again and went for the Snooze button. She closed her eyes for another precious five minutes, and it went off again. She began to rise out of her bed, and stretched out her back, waving her arms back and forth. She swung her legs to the side of the bed, and laid her bare feet on the cold floor. She stood up, and walked towards her closet, and quickly got dressed. She put on a casual shirt and jeans, and put running shoes on her feet. She stretched her legs out, and put on her coat, with her pistol in a pocket within her coat. She looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled.
"Today is going to be a good day" she told herself.

She had to go meet a contact within her "business" in two hours, and was about to leave now, but decided that since the contact were close, she could wait an hour. She hung her coat up, kicked her shoes off, and laid down on her bed, and turned on the television. After an hour of watching the news, she began to get ready to leave. As she put her shoes and coat back on, she headed out the door to meet her contact.

Tyler woke up to the loud ringing of his alarm clock. He reached over and turned it off. Tyler sat up and rubbed his eyes as he looked around the large bedroom. The empty bedroom. This was the first morning that he'd spend by himself for the week his wife and daughter would be gone. He didn't like to be away from his wife, but ecspecially his daughter. She was still very young and he didn't like to leave her, even though she was with her mother. He stretched his arms and stood up out of the bed, half naked and completely motionless. He wanted to go back to bed, but it was already ten in the morning and he had errands to run even though today was his day off from work.

The well-built grown man stretched out and then walked into the master bathroom to take a shower and get dressed. He'd then eat breakfast and go off to the hardware store. He was going to work on the porch today, since he was almost done with it in the backyard. He wanted to suprise his wife when she came home, and then they could spend the day out there for the first time. Tyler finished eating and went down the the three car garage. He hopped into his black 2010 Camero and pulled out of the driveway, heading torwards the city.

Frederick Witterburg squinted his eyes as the sun poured into his bedroom. With a loud yawn and a long strectch he was out of bed and in the shower. Everything seemed normal as he continued through his morning routine of eating breakfast, brushing his teeth, getting dressed and tending to his daily activities.

He sat down on the leather chair in his living and turned on the television just in time to catch the last ten minutes of Just For Laughs Gags*. He enjoyed French humour. One of the few things that made him smile these days. After the last practical joke, Frederick made his way to the door, slipped on his shoes and headed out the front door. Frederick bent over to pick up his newspaper when he realized it was not in its usual spot. "Jason must have forgotten me again," he chuckled. Jason Doroucher was the local paperboy who delivered newspaper in his neighbourhood. Since he was usually in a hurry to get his paper route done so he could get to school on time, he sometimes forgot people.

His neighbours were not outside and none of their cars were parked in the driveways. Odd but his neighbours tended to avoid him anyway. There were many families of Second World War veterans living here who still held some resentment for the German people. Frederick never heard them say so but he could see it in their eyes. Shaking off the thoughts of his neighbours' hatred for him, he focused on his tasks today.

The recruitment center isn't too far from here, I think I'll walk. His thoughts of rejoining the Canadian Forces had finally overwhelmed him. He needed purpose and a reason to live. Without any family to love, the military was his only choice. The military was his family. Frederick began a light walk to the center, enjoying the fresh air as well as he could.




* Just For Laughs Gags is a French-Canadian show from the province of Québec in which they play practical jokes on random pedestrians, usually in which they place the "victim" in an outrageous scenario and they film the entire event as it unfolds. There is no dialog since the people mostly speak French so silly music usually accompanies each "gag". It's very funny.

Sophia woke up from her beauty sleep. She was going into work late today, as it was only an evening show. She awoke to a knock on the door via her butler.

"Hello, Charles, please fetch me some coffee and leave it outside the door?" she asked slowly, taking off her face mask.

"Yes, madame," he responded, the footsteps of the hallway began to silence. She rose from her bed and pranced over to her wardrobe where she would decipher what to wear today. Her wardrobe was messy, but she knew where everything was. After a bit of scavenging, she found a purple blouse and a white skirt with blue flowers. And to top it off, a blue wide-brimmed hat was placed on top of her head. She slipped on a pair of sandals and left her room. Charles had just returned with a mug of steaming coffee.

"Thank you, my good sir." she responded. He nodded and then left to his quarters. Sophia approached her living room, decorated in eloquent leather furniture with an exquisite Persian carpet. She turned on her 100" LCD, as she received a phone call. It was Ronald, her most recent love interest.

"Hello, dear, Its me." Ronald's voice sounded through the phone.

"Bonjour, my love. It is quite an uneventful morning, would you like to join me for some coffee at my house?" she asked.

"That is a lovely idea, my lady." He hung up. Sophia turned on her Xbox and decided to turn on some Black Ops before he came over. Playing some Team Deathmatch, she managed to rack up a 4.5 KDR.

"That was a good one, ma'am." Charles responded, who was doing the dishes in the nearby kitchen.

"Thanks." She turned off the xbox and turned it to the News Channel. Recent news brimmed the screen with useless information and stocks Sophia had no interest in. She waited until she heard a knock on the door.