The Horror from Harad

A dark sky engulfed the final threads of sunlight from my view as I collapsed into the crimson sands, as if I were being swallowed into the silken dunes all around me. I never knew such a bitter feeling could manifest itself inside me, my emotions rose to a fever pitch as I pictured his face, Umar, the slaughterer of Sinai, the butcher of Bahrain.

I had been betrayed, left for dead, just another meal for the attentive vultures that paraded my body; was this the end for me?

'''Chapter 1. The Implication'''

"My name is Tompkin Garcia Lorenz, ex-soldier and full time father of two, a pleasure to make your acquaintance" were the fatal words I had let slip, little did I know I'd stumbled into the hands of the most dangerous person alive.

His icy glare shot through me like the 138mm .50cal BMG round that pierced Trump's skull after his impeachment in 2018. A grimace ensued as he invited me to his house... "A Khan tradition" he retorted. Given the situation I'd found myself in, whilst it was well within my right to decline, I felt no possible option but to accept.

As the fair breeze of the Zephyr blew the sand from my weary eyes I looked upon a stone fortress, a grand building in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. I gazed up into the sky to see, though my vision hazy, what seemed to be a light house... in the middle of a desert. I felt know was not the time for idle chit-chat however, going in raw, I asked "Excuse me sir, b-b-but you have you to disclose your name to me; if I might crave such a boon could you provide it to me as such?". Needless to say a silent grimace was all I had in return.

Walking through the fortress felt like exploring a mirage, the walls seemed to waver in the distance, eventually we entered a small room. A desk, three chairs and five portraits on the wall. Naturally my intellect kicked in as I recognised the oil painting of Ann Rand.

sit.

A command was directed towards me and I felt nothing but obligation to comply. Scrunched up in the room, I saw a big guy, over 6 feet tall and boasting an impressive afro walk towards me. A map was laid out... a plan was in motion and it seemed I was to be a cog in the grand plan. Despite being offered a way out I saw no recourse other than to sign up.

Oh whatever I'm sure it will be a jolly good adventure!

'''Chapter 2. Completely Normal Phenomenon'''

I was just following orders. How bad could that be?

WIP, I'll try to get it out for the fans as soon as possible :)