Chapter 1: Chapter 1 - "kidnapped"
It was a Saturday. At 3:30pm, members of the anonymous forum "kommando" were going to meet up for their hobby. The location was the personal shooting range of one of the most insane members of the forum.
This meeting normally wouldn't have taken place since the members of the forum were afraid of getting an FBI record or worse. However, the organizer, Keith, was known for his paranoia and honesty. On top of all this, he displayed many of his security measures. This gave the community enough confidence for the event to be seriously.
The shooting range was maid by a series of modified studios connected to each other. It had a "T" shape where the middle part was the shooting range. The upper part consisted of 2 identical floors and large rooms on the extremities. The roofs of the entire structure were covered in solar panels to harness energy from the desertic climate. For security, it was completely covered in thermal blankets and the surroundings consisted of slightly acidic mud strategically to prevent detection through cameras or DNA samples. He had taken countless other precautions as well.
At 3pm, a well built handsome man with blue eyes and blond hair arrived near the entrance. Before he could reach the door, a gun was pointed at him from the clearly bulletproof door.
"Stop! Don't move, buddy!" Ordered Keith.
The man that arrived was very calm and not afraid of the situation in the slightest.
"Hi, I came for the meeting. I'm Ryan Taylor. I am the main editor of the 'Nationalist Reason'. I also intend to participate in the event as well." Said the guest while bowing and smiling politely similarly to a theater actor after the end of his show.
Keith opened the door while still pointing his gun at the man in front of him (the door was designed for such a task).
"I know you. You arrived 30 minutes early, but I don't mind. Come on in!" He said gailey while still pointing the gun at him.
They walked inside in silence where a security area identical to an airport's.
"Have you traveled before?" Said Keith
"I have." answered Mr. Taylor.
"Then, you know what to do. Remove your shoes, empty your pockets, you know the deal."
Keith then went behind the security booth and waited for Mr. Taylor who complied with the instructions.
When the guest passed security, Keith finally lowered his gun at him. He then took a medium size military plastic box from an organized pile at the end of the X-ray scanner. The box he chose had the number "001" on it. Keith then said casually while showing the box:
"You can keep your shoes, but the rest stays in here. I'll give you your things back after the meeting though. Now, don't forget your number."
He proceeded to put all of Ryan's belongings in the box and put it somewhere behind the x-ray scanner. He then threw the guest's shoes at him.
Ryan then proceeded to put his shoes back on. This gave Keith plenty of time to join him on his side of the scanner. When Ryan was done, the paranoid man gave him a friendly hug and said:
"Welcome to my baby! I hope you'll like it here."
He then pointed at the enormous shooting range to their left and continued: "That's the main attraction right there."
Ryan just nodded faking his amazement.
Noticing how uninterested Mr. Taylor was about it, Keith finally asked:
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
"I want to use this gathering to form a militia of willing men, ready to defend us when we'll declare independence from the United States."
"I can't reproach you for your intentions. I was planning something similar. I don't agree with you on many things, especially not on segregating, but I know you can be very useful. Since we have similar goals, let's see if we can reach an agreement. I want to form a militia ready to strike the deep state agents and the international puppeteers, when the time comes."
"Your goal is very vague, but from the general details you have given me, we will not be able to reach an agreement. Unless I change your mind significantly, of course."
"Changing people's minds may be your job, but I am not a simpleton. Why you are being so negative? We have plenty of shared goals!"
"I am not negative, I am a realist. You want to use this militia for unorganized terrorism. You're in favor of reckless and senseless violence. I do not want to use any violence unless we must defend ourselves. For this reason, I'd rather disassociate from a militia with your ideology."
Keith raised his eyebrows, surprised. He quickly recollected himself and replied:
"Your goal is unachievable. The people in charge won't let you do shit. I hate what those people are doing to our world and I want to get rid of them. I know what you're about to say, I don't want to randomly attack those people. In fact, I don't want to do anything until the time comes."
After arguing for a while longer, it ended up being 3:27. Keith noticed from a security camera footage that someone was approaching. Pressured by the situation he then told Ryan:
"It looks like we have to stop for now. That's too bad. Well, we'll see who's more convincing. They are free to choose their own destinies, after all."
"Of course. We will still have plenty of time to discuss things, today. I am confident that this is just the beginning of things between us."
"We'll see. For now you'll have to wait in that room over there until I get back." He said while pointing at a small fortified cabin, it was 5 x 5 meters.
"Sure." Ryan answered walking towards the room with Keith and then continued. "I understand where you're coming from, but I hope you get somewhat realistic so we can finally reach an agreement."
When they reached the cabin, Keith opened it and locked Ryan in it.
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The person walking towards the entrance was clearly uncomfortable and anxious. He was a 22 year old black man. He looked much younger than he actually was.
As soon as he got somewhat close to the front door, he received the same treatment Mr. Taylor had received 27 minutes prior.
"Stop! Don't move!"
The man jumped back raising his hands to show compliance. Then said quickly with a slightly louder voice than normal:
"I'm here for the event. Please don't shoot!"
"Relax, kid." He said while opening the door and still pointing his gun at him. "I'm only taking precautions, don't take this personally." He said while raising his shoulder slightly and smiling in a friendly manner. "Just come in."
They followed the same procedure as before, but the guest brought a hand gun with him.
"You know, you were not supposed to bring your own weapons for the event, right?"
"What?! That shit was expensive. I bought it for this event..."
"Don't feel too bad. You'll get it back later and it's always good to be armed. The 2nd amendment is the most important one after all." He said laughing and while tapping the man's shoulder in a friendly manner.
"Say... do we have to pay for anything?" He said, clearly uncomfortably.
"Don't worry, man! It's all on me today! I have many assault rifles, handguns, some machine guns and other more limited stuff that you'll have limited uses for. Except for that, just have fun and enjoy yourself!"
The guest suddenly looked like a kid about to open his gifts for Christmas. He then asked out of pure excitement:
"Thank you so much! Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Yes, there is, actually. But you must really want it! Alright? So..."
Keith stopped himself when he noticed 2 new guests arriving. He then continued:
"I'll tell you in a bit. You'll have to wait in that room over there for a bit, I hope you don't mind."
Keith guided him quickly towards the fortified cabin and locked him in there too. He then dashed towards the front door.
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After the door was locked, Mr. Taylor stood up quickly, extended his hand and said:
"Hello, I'm Ryan Taylor. I was chatting earlier with Keith. What's your name, pal?"
"I'm Jarell Adams." He said, shaking his hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. How old are you?"
"I'm 22, sir."
They released their gripes.
"Have you used any weapons before?"
"I thought you were supposed to bring your own stuff, so I had to get some training for my handgun license... what about you Mr. Taylor, sir?"
"I have no experience with them, whatsoever. Today will be my first time. I am not too interested in them to be completely honest. I am here for a different reason, but I am unsure whether you'll be part of it, especially considering your background. No offense."
Jarell got confused and just stared at him in silence.
"I am an editor from the 'Nationalist Reason', I came to report on today's gathering and maybe encourage to formation of a militia to ensure our goals. Are you familiar with us?"
"Oh... I get it. Aren't you guys like nazis or something?"
The blond man started laughing as if Jarell was telling a bad joke.
"No. God, no. We don't believe in race hierarchy, violence or authoritarianism. We just want autonomy. Just like any other African country. Is that unreasonable?"
"I'm used to seeing a bunch of people like you back on 'kommando' but I just ignore anything political. I just like the way the community discusses weapons for some reason. I don't care about politics at all."
"But why? Politics influence the degree of freedom, the culture and the economy. All of which influence your daily life. There are plenty of important moral matters decided through politics as well. It won't be too complicated once you understand the basics, so don't worry about that. I can recommend a few introductory books if you'd like."
"No thanks. I'm only interested in flashy things and explosions. I'm sure the world can figure the politics out without me, not that it even needs me in the first place anyway..."
Before Mr. Taylor could reply, the door opened. There was loud chatter and laughter from the owner and the new guests.
"Time to come out of the closet!" Said one of the new guests in jest.
The two headed out.
"So, what's the best weapon overall and why is it the AR-15?" said the same guest jokingly to the two from the chamber.
Neither were amused.
Then the other new guest answered:
"It has great purposes, for sure, but you wouldn't take on a tank with it, now would you?"
"I would destroy that tank easily. After all, God is on my side! I'm not a pussy like you after." He replied in a taunting manner.
Everyone was shocked by the level of social ineptitude he had. Except the other new guest who angrily addressed him:
"Are you retarded or 9 years old? Can you shut the fuck up?! You've been going at it since you got here and I can't stand it anymore. I swear to God, I've never met anyone more autistic in my entire life! Shut the fuck up!" He then proceeded to address the other 2 guests. "Anyway, I'm Frank Park. I'm a Chemical engineering major. Nice to meet you, guys."
Nick was a second generation Korean. He was more muscular than average, but not more so than Ryan or Keith. He was a Trump supporter too. Not because he liked him or his policies, but because he hated the "SJW"s. He also was fascinated with explosives and weapons since the age of 15.
Ryan replied before Jarell had the chance:
"Likewise. I'm Ryan Taylor from the 'Nationalist Reason'. Pleasure to meet you."
"Never heard of it, but I think I know what it is, more or less." Replied Frank.
The other new guest suddenly butted in:
"I know you guys! You guys are fucking based! I mean, except for the 'not accepting jesus as your lord and savior' part. Atheism is cringe, man. I'm Nick Rodriguez by the way!"
Nick was a half Mexican, half white very religious Christian. He wasn't religious for emotional or spiritual reasons, but simply because of his innate desire to find excitement. Since being a very religious Christian in his area was considered problematic, he convinced himself to the truth of christianity, especially the worst parts. He also got introduced to guns for the same reason.
Before Ryan could answer Nick back, something unthinkable happened.
The world started trembling. Not just the ground but the air and every fiber of their bodies as well. This only lasted 2-3 seconds, but it was significant enough that no one even entertained the idea that they had imagined it.
"What the fuck was that?! That was wacky!" Shouted Nick in joyful excitement.
Keith looked at the security camera footage and dropped his jaw. But he soon recollected himself and instructed in panic:
"We've been teleported to the middle of a forest! We're under attack for sure! There are AR-15s that way with plenty of ammo right under them." He said pointing to the room forming the left side of the "T" shape of the base.
"Go grab some, NOW!" He continued while running up some nearby rusted metal stairs.
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