Noir Control

By Dustin van der Poll

The President has been murdered in a high-tech military coup.
The TV news say it was a lone gunman, a story believed by the masses.
One teenaged girl is being hunted because she knows the truth.
She needs to hide.
But he only people who can help, may be more dangerous than the killers chasing her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Speartip Publishing
• Release date: May 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9780954695392

Dustin van der Poll

First published in paperback at only 15 years old. Dustin is from Brighton in the UK.

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Copyright

Dedications

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

First published in Great Britain by Speartip

Copyright © Dustin van der Poll 2016

The moral right of the author has been asserted.

All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transferred, in any form or by any means without the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real

persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This book was written as part of the Young Author Mentoring Project.

http://www.youngauthormentor.com

Project Mentor: Lee McGeorge

http://www.lee-mcgeorge.co.uk

Cover Artwork: Miguel E. Santillan

http://santillanstudio.deviantart.com

ISBN 978-0-9546953-9-2

Speartip Publishing

For Mads

Special thanks to the project backers, whose support made this book possible.

Gail van der Poll, Luca Oppes, Alistair Boubli, Kieran Johansson-Rye, Tyler and Lloyd Easterbrook-Cotton, Kit Longstaff, Chantelle and Dudley van der Poll, Hannah Reeves, Summer Hemmingray, George Mackenzie, Stefan van der Poll, Lisa and Tony Shannon, Poppy Alfredou, Emily Ford, Julian Aston, Tina Baker, Raymond Doherty, George Balfour, Emilia White, Mary Arden, Denise Bushell, Margaret Aouati, Camilla West, Kerry Powell, Chris Howell, Alex Hurwitz and Jasmine Cassel

Special thanks to the publishers

Lee and Fong McGeorge,

Miguel Santillan

NOIR CONTROL

By

Dustin van der Poll

PART 1

Gunshots ricocheted in booming echoes through the corridors. Goldberg clung to a stone column and looked past the waiting-room lounge furniture to the great glass windows. Around him were security men in combat armour, clutching their guns.

Copy, copy! Sierra-foxtrot, requesting immediate reinforcements! We have President Goldberg at the helicopter pad, we need rescue helicopter assistance, now! one man shouted into a radio. Goldberg set his eyes out on to the helicopter pad, half way up the side of a great skyscraper.

The room began to shake. The sound of blades cut through the air. Beyond the pad, a bulking shape climbed over the precipice: a helicopter.

Goldberg walked forward. A hand grabbed him by the arm.

No. Get down, Sir.

Bullets shattered the glass windows and cut through the furniture and armed men. They fell down bleeding out. Goldberg clung to the floor.

The gunship descended to the platform and General Arcticus Grimmleif, a muscular man with a red goatee, stepped out with a group of soldiers. He walked through the window frame and into the room, glass cubes crunching under his boots. Goldberg staggered past him, running towards the helicopter.

Where do you think you’re going, Julius? Grimmleif asked. It’s over. I’m here to relieve you of your authority.

Goldberg turned around. You’re wrong. I still have supporters and they’ll find out about this and put you down.

Grimmleif pulled a pistol from the holster against his leg and menacingly walked Goldberg back towards the edge of the platform. You always were stupid. You think I haven’t planned for that?

And what is this plan? Are you going to kill me and just announce you’re in charge? The people love me, they won’t stand for it. Goldberg tried to run back to the building but Grimmleif grabbed his collar and tossed him back towards the edge of the platform. The President barely managed to stay on the ledge, throwing himself to the ground before the momentum toppled him over the side to his death. He made it onto his knees as Grimmleif came in close, the gun still in his hand. Please, Arcticus. You don’t need to kill me.

Goodbye, Julius. He raised his leg and kicked President Goldberg square in the chest, sending him over the edge and tumbling forty five storeys to the street below.

The helicopter blades were winding down, the gunshots had ended.

Grimmleif turned to a soldier carrying a portable military-computer and transmitter. Send out the Noir program. The soldier knelt down and set up the device. Lines of code flashed across the screen. A window appeared showing the message:

CODE SIGNAL SENT :

RUNNING PROGRAM INSTALL NOIR-V-2.0

General Grimmleif walked to the ledge and looked over. It was too far and too dark to see where