Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Apes Chapter 28

 

28.

The Colonel looked at the screen with his fingers tapping on the console inside the new fortress of his. He held then watchful eyes on the screen with a weak smile on his face. He still held controls on the cameras at the city, well not all were intact but he held great sight of the city. The servants were everywhere; defending or fighting some survivors. The Dark Ones have regrouped and they were gaining grounds and that concerned him.

“Colonel, we have new arrivals.” The officer reported to him. “They are approaching the main gate.”

“Send them away. I won’t have any more survivors.” Colonel stated his stand but he was countermanded on it.

“It’s an armored convoy and the Senate is out there to receive it.”

“Who allowed them out?” The Colonel changed the camera to watch the meeting. He was upset not to be told. He knew not all the Enforcers were for him. He saw the Senate members met the newcomers.

“Welcome, my son.” Emperor Caesar greeted his bloodline. He then introduced the others. “My Senate members.”

Anderson looked to the others. He had left City at a young age to live with his mother, but he kept his communications with his father. They held a close relationship.

“I will take you to see the Colonel.”

“And here I am.” The Colonel approached from the rear. He was escorted by five guards, and three Terminators. The three units encased in some armor suit that covered them from neck below with the head portion covered by a dome-like transparent cover. They all held a square pack on their back with the cables to the vambrace on the lower arm where which may appear as projectile barrels.

“Pardon my guards. They are always concerned with my safety.” The Colonel looked to the vehicles with the mounted cannons. “Nice guns. Are they yours or your father’s?”

“They don’t work. It's for display.” Anderson explained to the Colonel.

“Anderson is my son, Colonel.” Emperor Caesar replied. “He is here to protect me.”

“Is he? Then do it, son. Show your father who you are.” The Colonel looked at the other officer. Anderson nodded and drew out his sidearm. He shot his father there, Brutus and Anthony leaving Octavia and Lady Cleop.

“We are one too many on the Council. Now without them, we have only our Empresses.” The Colonel bowed to the surviving Council members.

“Mother, we are on schedule.” Anderson looked to Lady Cleop who was his mother. “Father does not deserve you.”

“Good task, Anderson. I would like you to meet Octavia. She does not speak.” Lady Cleop introduced the other surviving member. Octavia was a lady beneath the cloak and high boots. In her pantsuit, and bald look, she did look like a male with the snarl on the face.

“We have waited too long. We planned the revolution to take on the City but the servants overtake us on the schedule.” Lady Cleop voiced out. “And you took your time to come here.”

“I have to get my resources up. It took time for me to coordinate things.” Anderson replied. “Anyway, the servants diverted our attention.”

“And now that we are not diverted, we will take back the City. Activate the counter-attack.” The Colonel called in. “I believe we are still on the original plans.”

Anderson nodded to the Colonel.

It was what Napoleon had anticipated.

But the most thing does not work as anticipated.

I will not tolerate this.

Napoleon was in a rage. The new alliance under the Movement Pack under its leadership but it did not include the gorillas. The latter were considered as friendly parties.

Give me the numbers.

Lord Napoleon, we hold the advantage. We hold the guns but they held the strength.

Give the command. No survival.

Napoleon looked at the chimpanzee who reported in. It wanted to ask the other leaders of the Movement Pack. It took over the leadership from the female and the earlier moves have gained its advantage but that advantage was getting eroded. The apes have revolted. Napoleon knew the leader. It was a silverback; an elderly one that had the apes united and now in their revolution.

It’s every creature for themselves.

Doctor Lanceston left out a sigh which was a painful relief to him. Once he traced the change in behavior to the possible theory of evolution, he focused his research on that. He diagnosed the possible changes and subsequent changes, then he found the trail to the change. It was evolution. The diagnostics saw the trigger in the synapses that triggered off the changes. It was an incidental move and the natural evolution progressed. That was his conclusion.

“Doctor Lanceston, I need …” Doctor Julius then saw the screen. He had worked with Lanceston long enough to ignore anything that was something worth giving an eye over. “What have you got there?”

Without thinking, Doctor Lanceston the nearest item he could get his hand on. There was the metal mug he was given to drink from. It was a heavy goblet made with iron. The goblet impacted on the face and Doctor Julius fell to the side. He tried to get up but Doctor Lanceston had moved into action. He grabbed hold of his metal chair and hit it on the doctor. He hit with the chair until he saw the blood om the flooring. He then stopped.

Doctor Julius's face was unrecognizable although he was still breathing.

“Julius, you disrupted my life work. It would have all work for all of us and we will be heroes.” Doctor Lanceston cursed at the other. “Why?”

His rage made him step in Doctor Julius’ face. He did not stop until he saw the brain cells spilled out. It was how the servants used to do in the wilds. It was their basic instinct then for a wounded prey was more dangerous in the wilds.

It was how Bernice felt than when she looked at her position then. She was surrounded by three gorillas and Juanico was injured at her feet. It was to be a routine hunt. Food was low and they volunteered to go out to get food. They had trailed an ape to the secluded warehouse. Or it was before.

“It’s in there.” Juanico ran ahead with the spear in her right hand. Bernice was catching up behind with her left leg limping from a misstep earlier. She hobbled along and saw Juanico entered the warehouse. It was their normal protocol to survey before entering an unknown premise but the days of hunger had preluded training. Bernice followed suit and saw Juanico being tossed by the ape that she was following. The ape was paired by two others and they were facing the fallen officer. Juanico was then holding on to her right thigh while she crawled backward. Bernice notched an arrow and fired it at the ape which tossed Juanico. Her aim was good at the right arm and it annoyed the ape.

“Gah!” The wounded ape looked at Bernice and then roared out louder with the body crouched forward. It was a sign of aggression and Juanico reached Bernice.

“Get ready to run,” Bernice told the other who nodded back and struggled onto her feet.

“Nice knowing you, bitch.” Juanico added sarcasm to her tone. “You run and I will hold them back.”

Bernice could not reply for then the wounded ape had rushed forth with the limbs propelling the huge frame. She had notched in another arrow and fired that into the ape’s face. The arrow found its mark on the left eye and the ape roared out in pain while reaching to pull out the arrow. Bernice had then notched her third arrow and shot it at the ape’s throat. It went in there and caused the ape to drop down the ground, writhing in pain. It prompted the other two gorillas to rush at the ladies.

The shots came simultaneously.

Both gorillas went down with the head blown apart.

Bernice looked to the rear and saw Lances with Leroy. They were armed with rifles.

“Oh, God!” Bernice slumped her shoulders and dropped the bow. Lances approached them.

“How did you get here?” Bernice asked. She saw the chimpanzee. “Astrid?”

“Yes, it's Astrid. We were exploring the area here.” Lances told Bernice. “We have stronghold yonder but supplies are scarce.  We have many survivals there. The groups are fighting among themselves over food. We had to find food.” Lances told her.

“Where did you come from?”

“The Dome. It’s in the canyon.” Bernice told him.

Astrid listened in on the talks.

 

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