Free The Teleporter. by Louis Arthur-Brown Page B

only him but he is basically a ‘ninja’ so he’ll definitely do it” Steve replies.
    “And the privately auctioned one?” Paul asks.
    The two SAS guys then look at each other and Dave says “Well, that’s a bit embarrassing. The trail went cold near Italy… Haven’t heard anything more on it yet”.
    “Ok, not to worry just yet , let’s concentrate on the main superpowers” John states.
    Over the next few hours, the SAS guys spill their secrets and their methods to the elite 4, to attempt to prepare them from the horrors and the way of combat. The SAS guys are keen to keep the girls at a safe distance but the girls seem to be equally, if not more willing to get involve d than Paul and John.
    Midnight comes, and Dave orders everyone to saddle up as their transport to the airport is arriving in 15 minutes. Dave has made use of his contacts, and the Elite 4’s combined bank balance, to buy support from any source possible. This then sparks more support from the UK special forces, therefore bringing the total number up to 27 more special forces personnel that want to get involved in just an hour.  The total number now is 55, plus the elite 4, so total of 59 people.
    Johns G6 jet is not the plane that the SAS have in mind. Two A400M’s have landed at Heathrow, awaiting the 55 UK special forces to congregate at.
    As the unit arrive at Heathrow airport, the two A400M’s are fuelled and ready to go. They all board the planes, and on board there is all the equipment that they’ll need. From silenced G36’s, flashbangs and other lethal weapons to tactical vests, night vision, laser designators, parachutes… they are fully kitted out. They plan to drop containers along with the teams so they can get fully equipped whilst on the ground. The aircraft then take off and go in their separate directions.
    “Good luck boys” one of the SAS team in the other A400M says over the radio.
    “You too guys, god be with us today” Dave says.
    “I didn’t have you down for the religious type Dave!” John challenges.
    Dave replies “Mate, in this current situation, there needs to be a god. Otherwise we’re all fucked”
    “So, what’s the plan then?” John asks Dave; but Dave just replies “Do as we do, do as we say, try to blend in and you will be fine. Remember the training… all hour or so of it” 
    It is at this moment, as they are suiting up for a jump that the pilot announces on the intercom “Lads, bad news, word on the inside is that any minute now it seems Russia is going to strike against Japan; Vladimir Putin, the Russian president has officially gone mad”
    “Wasn’t he mad before this anyway?!” Dave shouts, to everyone’s amusement.
    The A400M is currently at its maximum altitude of 37,000ft. The pilots then make the decision to increase to 40,000ft to try to pick up some more speed. The teams needed to be on the ground yesterday. Dave is adamant that more people need to get involved. He is using all of his contacts to spread the word. He is even on Facebook asking for volunteers.
    “I really did not envisage that the end of the world would be because of something that I have helped create” Paul moans.

“Hold on a minute” Jack, another SAS guy interjects “you wanted to recall the teleporters; it’s not your fault, its FTR’s fault!”
    H ours pass. “Please be aware that we are now in Russian airspace” As the pilot announces that, Dave gets a message from HQ, he listens to it, then breaks the silence by turning to his fellow SAS comrade and saying “World war three is about to kick off, I wonder who will be the first to launch?”
    Alex gasps for air and Cat says “fuck”. “ What’s going on?” Paul asks as John is dead silent.
Dave replies “Shit is escalating very quickly; Japan has just completed a bombing run on Russia, aiming for the Kremlin. Hundreds dead on their first strike… Oh and now America and the UK have declared war on Russia and Japan. Shit is getting