Free The Teleporter. by Louis Arthur-Brown

not able to confirm at this time. This has led to… Standby… Japan has declared war on Russia. I repeat, Japan have just this moment declared war against Russia. The European union is yet to make a statement…”

The world is in shock. War has reared its ugly head.
    Tears run down from Alex’s watery blue eyes, onto her pink cheeks and onto the side of her soft red lips before rolling off and plummeting to the ground just like a single rain drop. Much like the weather outside, every single droplet of water represents a single persons’ tear on this day.
    “… It has begun. I’m making that phone call we talked about” John says with conviction.
    “I’m going to call him now”. John says, he then goes on to explain to his friend, David Smith, who is now in the Special Air Service (or SAS) about everything he and the others have found, including telling him that the reason why Japan and Russia are at war is because of this…

“Bollocks mate, so you’re telling me these people are still alive after losing their souls? That’s a load of wank if you ask me mate, they’ve probably just gone mental from the thrill of somethin’ different” Says Dave whilst on the phone to John.

John then replies “Yes. Yes I am. I need to meet with you in person, and I need you to bring some gear, we need to act and we need to act now”.
    “Whoa Jonny boy, I don’t even know what I’m letting myself in for here mate I don’t want shitty protests or any gay showboating, tell me, how many explosions will there be?”
“Loads”
          “…How many people can I shoot?”
“Loads”
          “…How much gear do I need?”
“A lot”
          “…How many guys do we need?”
“As many that are willing, it’s going to be very dangerous” John adds.

“I like the sound of that… One final thing…” Dave says
“…What’s that?” John asks
    “ What’s the probability that we are going to get blown the fuck up?” Dave asks.
    “ Well, it is actually quite high but…” John starts
    “ … I’m in. You know how to sweet talk me don’t you mate?” Dave says in his suave but slightly mad manner

Dave then adds “I’ll parachute in to your back garden at 21:00 tonight, make sure you’re there sweet cheeks” and hangs up.
    “Ha, he’s coming over at 9 tonight. By parachute apparently…” John tells the team.
    “What? By Parachute?” Cat asks as she and the others are confused.

“Don’t ask, he’s SAS, he’s completely fucking lost the plot and he’s got a lot of time on his hands.” John replies.
    “He is the perfect man for the job then!” Paul adds.
    “We need a plan tonight. Everyone at mine tonight for 20:30 not a minute later, and be prepared” John says.
    “Prepared for what?” Cat asks in a questioning tone
    “Prepared for anything” John responds
     
     
    That day, 20:59
The team then gather and watch the moon lit skies outside Johns back garden. All of a sudden, under the cover of darkness, three black parachutes appear far in the distance… followed by 3 more…. Then 3 more… this goes on for a while and is only visible because of the glorious silver moonlight prevailing in the black night sky. There must be no fewer than 20 or 30 parachutes in the sky that seemingly spawned from nowhere. As the guys land 1 by 1, the rest circle above until their slot to land. There seems to be more organisation in their landings than that at any major international airport. It looks flawless to the elite 4 as they observe this performance of discipline and accuracy.

“Dave, you crazy fucker!” John whispers in an elevated tone “Shhhhh! There are bodyguards out front”.

Dave’s expression then changes to a determined one and asks “How many” to which John replies “eight”… It is at this point he signals to his friend and he casually nods, before signalling to the others. They all instantly react by changing their stance to