Apocalypse Wow! 2! Part 1, Chapter 9

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The following is a work of fiction. Any real names, real events, non-original content, or likeness of celebrities are used in a fictitious and parodic manner. All other character names and events are fictional and any resemblance of real names or events are purely coincidental.

CHAPTER NINE: NOT NOW JOHN, THE BULLS ARE ON PARADE! OR, IN WHICH DEAN AND AMY SORT OF DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES OF THE OTHER NIGHT, CLAUDIA DARING AND JASON SAXON TIE UP SOME LOOSE ENDS, AND ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE WHEN DONNIE AND ARIEL REALIZE WHERE THEIR SPOUSES WENT…

Toronto, Ontario.
July 9

Police sirens and various crowd noise filled the air of Canada’s largest city. Police officers used their megaphones and urged the crowd of people to move along in a calm and orderly fashion out of the Rogers Center. During a baseball game between the Blue Jays and the Detroit Tigers, everyone was told to evacuate the premise as a bomb threat was placed and the explosives were set to go off within the hour. By some bizarre coincidence, two other threats were made in Vancouver and Montreal. Allegedly the threats were made by a group called “The Angels of Mercy”, or so everyone would believe. No word on where the other two bombs were placed in their respective cities, but it was made very clear one was to go off during the seventh inning stretch of the Jays game. With nearly forty thousand people in attendance, police and military officers worked together to get everyone out in time so as to avoid another massive loss of life that would certainly surpass July 7th.
Timing seemed to be main enemy of those working to save as many lives as possible. Other soldiers and polices officers worked frantically to search the premises for any explosive devices and pray that they could diffuse them. All hope seemed to be fleeting until four black armored personnel carriers pulled into the scene. All four bore the Daring Foundation logo as ten heavily armed men and women marched out of each of the vehicles and quickly into the Rogers Center. Then a black Hummer H3 arrived on the scene and emerging from the opened sunroof was recently named Prime Minister Jason Saxon – wearing a brown leather bomber jacket, a calming light blue casual sweater, and casual khaki slacks. Someone from inside the Hummer handed Saxon a megaphone as well, to which he spoke into it:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please do not panic! These brave men and women here are doing their job.” Saxon said, motioning his hands to the members of newly activated Strategic Homeland Defense Initiative. “These people are here to boost our own safety and security! They are here to ensure that never again will the events that occurred in Vegreville on July the Seventh to any Canadian citizen – young and old, men and women, and all members of every race, creed, or color! And I will personally see to it that those responsible for July Seventh – and any other attempts at making us afraid and scared – are caught and dealt with to the fullest extent of the law!” A small smattering of applause and cheers came from the crowd, who were at the moment too confused at the moment to give full attention to Saxon’s words of encouragement.
Meanwhile, the members of the Daring Strategic Homeland Defense Initiative quickly and efficiently moved through the halls and areas of the Rogers Center, aiding the local authorities in the their frantic search for the bombs. One of the squadrons came across five indistinctive Arabs, who were crowded around what looked like a crudely-made circuit board. The Arabs tried in vein to escape but were easily apprehended by the Initiative’s troops. Two of the other Initiative soldiers went forth to the device and promptly defused it. One of the soldiers spoke through his Bluetooth headset: “Inform Mister Saxon that targets have been apprehended and incendiary device has been terminated.”
“Affirmative” a female voice, belonging to Claudia Daring, replied back. Sitting in the back of the Hummer, she gently tugged on the pant leg of her boss as he quickly ducked down to see what was going on. All Claudia did was give a smile and a thumbs up sign as Saxon popped back up and began to speak again – watching as the Initiative soldier came through the entrance with their prisoners in tow. “Ladies and gentlemen, this crisis have been successfully ended!” Saxon proudly boasted. “This is a historical moment when we, as a nation, shall take a stand and tell those who wish to harm us – NEVER AGAIN!” This time, the crowd built up to a thunderous applause. Cheers and a mix of chants including “Never again!”, “Thank you, Saxon!” and “Save us, Saxon!” permeated the air as the crowd chanted in unison, similar to a sports event crowd. Jason Saxon took a bow and blew kisses into the crowd, basking in the glow of their appreciation. “’Save us, Saxon’, huh?” he said to himself with a giant smile. “Kind of like the sound of that.”
Similar reports filed in from Vancouver and Montreal. Crudely-done explosive devices found at spots of high tourist volume only to be spared miraculously by the Strategic Homeland Defense Initiative. News of their triumphs spread across the country as people from coast to coast were willing to them a shot, as long as Jason Saxon lives up to his promise of keeping them safe and secure.

Dean Williams poured himself a cup of coffee and did his best to ignore the pounding headache he had acquired from the previous night of drinking. His eyes tried their best to remain open in the natural and artificial light. He and Amy Benz were still at Melissa Bennett’s house. Amy walked from the bathroom into the kitchen where Dean was sitting with his cup of coffee. Amy also followed suit and got herself a cup as well. She sat down at the kitchen table, right beside Dean.
“Shh! Not so loud.” Dean said in a hushed tone as the dragging of the chair across the floor seemed like he was in a heavy duty construction.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, it made my ears bleed too.” Amy said with a smile on her face, though smiling also cause some mild pain for her too.
“So, about last night? Do you think we, you know?” Dean decided to ask.
“I would say the evidence was there, unless there is another reason my bra was flung across the room.” Amy replied back.
“Well, that’s just great.” Dean said with regret. “Not that a drunken one night fling with you wasn’t terrific and all, but I’m married…”
“… And you’re my client.” Amy chimed in with. “Sure we may have very well rocked each others world, no one needs to know what may or may not have happened… oh shit! What about your friend here?”
“Melissa? Nahh, I’m sure she’ll keep it quiet. Besides, think she owes me one anyways.” Dean said trying to reassure Amy’s concerns - knowing full well that the many things Melissa confided in him the many years they knew it each other, it was time for her to do the same now for Dean.
“And what do we tell everyone else?”
“Well, as far as we know, nothing may have happened. And until something else pops up, we should keep it that way for all of our sakes.”
“As long as nothing does come back to bite us in our asses, that could be the best way to go.”
“Perfect. Guess ignorance is bliss after all.” Dean said dryly. “Just for curiosity’s sake though, if we were both stone sober, do you think we would have still hooked up if circumstances were different?”
Amy looked at him and gently caressed Dean’s cheek. “Maybe so,” she said with a smile.

Claudia Daring sat in amazement beside Jason Saxon as their Hummer drove down through Toronto. She had wondered what kind of a man she has now seemingly fell in love with. Here was a man who has pretty much orchestrated an elaborate plan to ascend to the offices of Prime Minister of Canada and everything seems to be falling into place. One would think a man with such devious intentions would be a little more grounded and treating the situation with class and seriousness. Yet here was Jason Saxon, munching on sunflower seeds and bobbing his head to whatever song was on his iPod. Then he started singing along with the song: “Hey, I'm looking up for my star girl. I guess I'm stuck in this mad world, with things that I wanna say. But your a million miles away! And I was afraid when you kissed me on your intergalactical frisbee, I wonder why, I wonder why you never asked me to stay…”
Claudia Daring just smiled and shook her head until a beeping sound came from her Bluetooth earpiece. “Hello?” she went on to converse “Yes?... How much longer do you think he has left?... Mmm hmm, has John been contacted yet?... He’s on his way back?... Good. I’ll update Mister Saxon then… Bye.” Claudia ended her conversation and then tapped Saxon on his shoulder to interrupt his rendition of McFly’s “Star Girl”. “Excuse me, Mister Saxon?” she said as Saxon paused his iPod and took the earphones out to address his assistant: “Yes? What is up?” he asked her.
“Got a call from Darington,” Claudia said with a bit of sadness in her tone. “Apparently dad is not doing well.”
“Ahh, how is Old Money doing lately?” Saxon asked.
“He’s apparently knocking on death’s door.”
“Hmmm. Perfect timing if you ask me.” Saxon said as he presented Claudia Daring a dry cleaner’s bag. Claudia unzipped the bag to reveal its contents: a nurse’s uniform.
“Really?” Claudia said with a sexy smirk on her face. “Didn’t realize things were boring already with us.”
“Oh no no no!” Saxon replied back. “Trust me, you’re like an animal in the sack, babe! This is just one more step to prove your devotion to our cause,” he said as he presented her with a syringe similar to the one used to off Patricia Harris.
“Well,” Claudia said as she took the needle. “I do have a minor issue to settle with Old Money. And what about John?” she asked.
“He’ll be looked after as well. I got a specialist to take care of him.” Saxon said with a winning smile. “Driver? Take us to the airport. Missus Daring? Inform the flight crew we’re doing a quick fly-in to Darington. Time to tie up some loose ends.”

Ariel Brody-Toroshenko walked down the hall of the Watchers/Cleaners headquarters with some fury in her steps. Fuming mad, she walked into Donnie Bellum’s room where he was there with his daughter Hailey.
“Oh great, the crazy one is here.” Hailey said to her dad.
“That’s just cute,” Ariel said as she rolled her eyes. “Now, care to tell me where the frell my husband disappeared to?” she asked Donnie.
“What are you going on about?” Donnie asked back.
“Kevin is gone! He took the Squints and your narrow-hipped wife!” Ariel fumed.
“Wait? What?” Donnie said confused as ever.
“Didn’t you even pay attention?” Ariel asked.
“Well, maybe we should go ask our hosts. If they can go anywhere in time, I’m sure they can tell us where our wayward spouses ran off too.” Donnie said trying to calm down a rather irate Ariel.
“All right then,” Ariel said as she took a deep breath. “Lead the way, big guy.”

Darington, Alberta.

John Daring drove up the driveway of his family’s estate in the city that now bears their name. John had been keeping low since the events of July 7th so as to protect the family name and any of their doings with Jason Saxon’s plans. Now that was the last thing on his mind as his father Robert Daring was dying from brain cancer. The doctors did their best to remove the cancerous cells from the elder Daring, but it may have been too late. John was now home, hoping his wife would be there to greet him and console him in his moment of grief.
The lights were not on in the house and all the curtains were closed to create a poorly-lit situation for someone to walk into. John looked around the study room he walked into. He said “Claudie darling? I’m home.”
“Such a cliché,” said Sloane, who was sitting in an antique leather chair by a fireplace. “Wish you would have called. Dinner’s cold,” she said as she got up and looked at John.
“Wh-who are you?” John stammered and ended up falling backwards.
“For someone who was in on the ground level, you don’t seem like you knew this was coming, did you?” said Sloane as she inserted a disk into a conveniently place DVD player and television set. Sloane then pushed play and on the screen was Jason Saxon, sitting in his office.
“Hi, Johnny boy!” Jason’s voice echoed around on the room’s surround sound speakers. “Slight change of plans, I’m afraid. See, I know you and your father thought it would be just a kick to convince me to hire your wife as my personal assistant. Have a family member inside the government and make sure we cater to all your whims? Sadly, there was something you didn’t account for in our grandest scheme – I actually fell for her. Now, since I’m an upstanding and moral guy, I’d figure the only way to make our future relationship public was to get you out of the way. That, and well, c’mon, you really thought you were going to remain my right hand man? So, Miss Sloane here has some anger management issue to work out, what with being plucked from a parallel universe and to find out that she is dead in this one. So she has been instructed to kill you. Whether it’ll be quick and painless or slow and methodical, that’s her ball to handle. Oh, and in case you think about running, I have members of the Strategic Homeland Defense Initiative convinced you are a prime suspect in the Vegreville Bombings, and have been given orders to shoot first. I’ll leave you with some appropriate music in the last few moments.” Saxon laughed as the screen went all black and Pink Floyd’s “Not Now John” cued up on the speakers.
“Fuck all that we've got to get on with these.”
Sloane grabbed John by his waist and tossed him into a glass coffee table.
“Gotta compete with the wily Japanese.”
Sloane then grabbed John by his neck and threw him over the couch.
“There's too many home fires burning and not enough trees.”
Sloane dragged John over to the fireplace and whacked him with one of the pokers used to stoke the wood.
“So fuck all that we've go to get on with these.”
Sloane then threw John up against a bookshelf and proceeded to land various blows to his body.
“Can't stop. Lose job. Mind gone. Silicon. What bomb. Get away. Pay day. Make hay. Break down. Need fix. Big six. Clickity click. Hold on. Oh no. Bingo! Bingo!”
Sloane then executed a flawless release German suplex on John as his head bounced on the hard wood floor.
“Make 'em laugh. Make 'em cry. Make 'em dance in the aisles. Make 'em pay.
Make 'em stay. Make 'em feel okay.”
Sloane then straddled herself over John’s badly beaten body ands slowly choked the life out of him.
“Not now John, we've got to get on with the film show.”
Sloane barely broke a smile as John took his last gasp of air.
“Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow.”
Sloane ceased as John’s eyes rolled back and for good measure, snapped his neck to ensure death was certain.
“Who cares what it's about as long as the kids go.”
Sloane got up and dusted herself off. She then tapped her Bluetooth earpiece and spoke: “All troops stand down. Inform Mister Saxon target one has been successfully terminated.” Sloane then proceeded to exit the premise as the music played on still - “So not now John we’ve got to get on with the show…”

Robert Daring lied down on the hospital bed in his private room of a wing that ironically shared his name. He was now resting comfortably, knowing the last time he closes his could very well be the last time he does so. A nurse entered his room, concealing her face with a medical report file. The nurse eventually lowered the file to reveal it was Claudia Daring – Robert’s daughter-in-law.
“Hello daddy dearest.” Claudia said in a hushed tone. Weak from the cancer that had taken a once strong and vibrant man, Robert barely strained his eyes to see his gorgeous daughter-in-law. He became more of her father since Claudia’s own parents perished in the attacks on Alberta three years ago. Claudia continued to speak. “You and John both thought you were so clever, huh? Send the attractive wife and daughter-in-law to a man you were backing to run this country. You wanted me to seduce him and prostitute myself for the good of our family. Sadly, there was one thing you two didn’t count on – the natural charisma that Jason Saxon posesses. He showed me everything that the three of have conspired to do. He made me believe that he can truly lead us into a new world order. He also made me realize what I truly want – more power. Let’s face it, being married into the powerful Daring family is good, but how about running the entire Daring Foundation? Or serving as the right-hand woman to the man who will protect us from all our enemies? A man like Jason Saxon.” Claudia then pulled out the needle she was given by Jason Saxon for this moment. She injected the needle into the IV bag and watched as the liquid from the needle mixed in with the solution in the bag. She then watched the EKG meter slowly come to a silent beep and eventual flatline. Claudia disposed of the evidence in a medical waste bucket near the equipment and quickly fled the scene as “Code blue! Code blue!” echoed on the PA system of the floor and doctors quickly rushed into the room. Claudia Daring walked into a well-timed elevator and undid the top button of her top. “Remind me to save this for later tonight,” she said with a seductive smile as she pushed the button to the main floor.