The Race to the Eiffel Tower: There Is No Right Choice Primarily Ends in Bloodshed

By T.A. Childers

Sgt. Francis DaVinci is a United States marine with a lot of problems, suffering from memory loss and PTSD. He is sent to France to assassinate a major target, but the long history of losing people he loved and cared about has clouded his judgment. Franciss own personal vendetta of trying to find out what happened to his parents has made him a target of the people who want this mystery to stay unsolved. While Francis is being hunted, he meets a famous hip-hop and pop singer Riley Gonzales, a member of the number 1 girl group, Paradise; but a shocking betrayal may cost him everything. As Francis has his victim in his crosshairs, he and others will have to make a choice.

Love or duty.

Money or family.

Live or die.

A truth or a lie.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781546206972

T.A. Childers

T. A.L. Childers lives in York, South Carolina. He is a senior at York Comprehensive High School. He has wanted to be an author, since he was ten years old. He is an avid reader and loves to write. He has a vivid imagination and does lots of research. He has written many short stories and plays over the years. He loves military history and visiting historic military sites. He had planned to follow his grandfather into the Marine Corps. Majoring in English and Writing and Minor in Education so he can teach, and can share his love of reading and writing. His hobbies are writing stories, music and poetry, playing war games on his PlayStation3 and camping and fishing with the family.

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Published by AuthorHouse 09/11/2017

ISBN: 978-1-5462-0698-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-0697-2 (e)

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Contents

Dedications

Author’s Acknowledgement

Prologue

Part 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Part 2

Black History Month

Chapter 5

Part 3

Chris Christian Tyson Appointment

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Part 4

3 Day before the Assassination Attempt

Chapter 10

Parris Island 0400hrs

Chapter 11

The León Motel Paris France

Chapter 12

Part 5

Parris Island

Chapter 13

Part 6

Paris France

Chapter 14

Parris Island

Chapter 15

Paris France

Chapter 16

Germany

Paris Hotel

Chapter 17

Part 7

Two Days before the Assassination Attempt

Parris Island

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Back in the day Paris, France

Part 8

Present Day Paris France

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Leon Motel

Chapter 22

Part 10

Parris Inland

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Paris France

Leonardo Coliseum

¹st Concert out of 2

Chapter 25

Leon Motel

Chapter 26

Leonardo Coliseum

Concert 1 out of 2

Chapter 27

Paris Alleyway

Chapter 28

Somewhere in Paris, France

Chapter 29

Part 10

Parris Inland

Chapter 30

Paris France outside of Leonardo Coliseum Concert 1 out of 2

Chapter 31

Part 11

Chris Christian Tyson Meeting

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Part 12

Leonardo Coliseum

Concert 1 out of 2

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Part 13

President Park

Paris France

Chapter 40

Paris Police Station

Chapter 41

Part 14

Riley waiting on Nora

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Paris France

Police Station

Chapter 44

Part 15

Chapter 45

Part 16

A day left Before the Assassination Attempt

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Part 17

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Part 18

Paris France

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Part 19

Almost Nightfall

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Part 20

Parris Island

Chapter 62

Paris France

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Parris Island

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Paris France

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Part 21

Assassination Day

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

DaVinci Memorial Hall

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Chapter 78

Chapter 79

Chapter 80

Chapter 81

Part 22

Paris Hotel / Paris France

Chapter 82

Chapter 83

Chapter 84

Chapter 85

Chapter 86

Chapter 87

Chapter 88

Part 23

Before the Massacre

Chapter 89

Chapter 90

Chapter 91

Chapter 92

Part 24

During the Massacre

Chapter 93

Chapter 94

Chapter 95

Chapter 96

Chapter 97

Chapter 98

Chapter 99

Part 25

80,000 Civilians Dead

Chapter 100

Chapter 101

Chapter 102

Chapter 103

Chapter 104

Epilogue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

2nd book coming soon The Counselor"

Dedications

Zachary Caleb Childers

Erica Seaford

Special dedication to

James Alan Lewis Wheeler

My cousin and friend

Left us August 1, 2016

Gone but not forgotten

A special thank you to the

English department of

York Comprehensive High School York

York, South Carolina

For helping me with the

Editing of my book

Author’s Acknowledgement

F irst I want to thank My God

Thank you my Grandpa and Grandma

And a big Thank you again to York Comprehensive High School, To It English department, To York District 1, To Principal Black, To Mr. Posten, To Coach Carroll, and every teacher and custodians.

A Special Thank you to Cheerleader Competition

Head Coach Kelli Burroughs

Coach Wilkerson

Coach Lauren Wiley

The music I have in the book is all created by me and my buddies, who help me in the steps of the music, so, a shout out to Derris Morrison and Tanner Perry.

Special thanks to Dante Taylor.

The Female Group Paradise was created, by me,

Were created by me by drawling names out of a hat, but Francis DaVinci

John DaVinci

Riley, Nora, Lara, Caramel, Clara

Kid Weed

Mr. Dollar

King Pimp

and all the others are complete work of fiction so as This book is for entertainment and should be treated like such. Thank you.

Special Thank you to Riley Burroughs, Savannah Kimble, Kenley Parker and Taylor Blackwell and Skyler Grace, Jessica Campbell, Cara Merck, Skylar

• T.A.L Childers

Relationship is a door with two keys but with one lock the keys are known as loyalty and trust. Break trust the key will repair over time but, break loyalty both keys are broken and the door is forever locked.

• Timothy Childers

My Friends, My Family, My Choices

- T.A.L Childers

For once there is no good side, no right choice, either way it ends badly for you

• T.A.L Childers

Prologue

S o this is what death feels like nothing more than a cold painful feeling. Where my vision get blurry and I start going into shock. As my temperature had begun to drop and my air would soon leave the rest of my body. As my blood made a pool of darkness in which my hair on the back was soaked in. I could still hear a voice that sounds like a female help him, help him. I still had the sense of touch as I felt hand on top of my chest pushing down like a mad trucker.

And the figure saying 1…2…3… come on soldier stay with us. But every time he push down my blood would make a splashing motion. I could hear Death whisper in my ear. It kept telling me, it time to go leave this useless life, look at all the destruction you have caused you have led billion of innocent people to their death. I tried to fight but there was an Angel singing to me, a little rhyme.

That I could not hear, but it was in French and it was coming out of the girl’s mouth as she rocked me. It did not take long till the bright light of the Eiffel Tower began to fade; my lungs in my chest began to fail. I already know that my body was cold, my hour glass was empty, and my time was up. I had died. I was looking at my body as I saw the girl cover me up with the French Flag.

Time stood still, the tower stood tall like the Iron Lady; she was still standing, from all the destruction. I was proud. But, what irony, it was the place where I was born, is where I have just died. I could not hear, but I could see that my pager went off. I still remembered what I have said, before I hit the ground.

The girl picked it up. And it read I love you. I had never met her, but she was kind, which would never change. It was sad I have never met her, my big sister.

Part 1

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes, as my feet hit the floor, at 0400hrs did early PT, of eighty pushups, sixty pull-ups ninety sit-ups, one hundred crunches and two hundred jumping jacks, finishing up my morning with an eight mile run nonstop. Then I did some practice with my Sniper rifle, until my good buddy, Chris Tyson came out, to give me some more targets to use.

How does it feel being back on friendly soil Chris said, like nothing had ever happened.

I almost drop kick him, with the words of what he just said, like it never happen.

Francis, it has been two years since her death Chris said.

Two years in which I regret following orders and not taking the shot that I would have made. I said. And I will forever blame myself for her death.

No matter how many times you think of her, she isn’t coming back Chris said. Stop I said, trying to hide my anger.

Stop what? He asked, as I turned and snapped. Stop saying she and her, stop trying to forget her name, her name is Sergeant Kyra Sky and more important than that, she was a marine I said, slamming my fist against my gun.

I know she was a marine Chris said, trying to calm me down.

No you don’t, Kyra had a sister, a mother, a father and I had to break the news to her family, that their daughter was not coming back and where were you, you was trying to forget, while I went to the funeral I said ending it there and stormed off to calm down…

I found myself in the small-arms shooting range and it felt like I was back in boot camp our fifth week in and Drill Instructor Browning yelling at us…

Alright you maggots your nine millimeter is your life line if something happens to your primary weapon DI Browning said, showing the pistol to us. Like we need to know this, I was raised around guns my whole life Pvt. Kyra Sky said, whispering into my ear. I know I said, in her ear. Private DaVinci do you have something to share with the rest of us DI Browning said. No sir I said…

I smiled and shook the feeling away and the smile had fade away. I then went to the Romeo barracks where we use to sleep. I step in and the recruits came to attention. Sgt on deck a Recruit said as they filed in like dominos. I came to the recruit, who alerted everyone to my present and I looked at his name on his uniform it said Private Melon.

Private Melon I said. Yes sir he spoke the sun playing trick on his dark skin.

Take your team anywhere but here I said.

Private Melon looked at me and saluted me and the other recruits did the same and ran off.

I walk toward the bunk that was the second to the last and I took a seat and began to remember the last day of boot camp…

We had entered with a lot of joy that Tyson, Sky, and I had earned the title of marine. Francis, we finally did it Chris said, walking in. We can finally leave this hell hole Kyra said, seeing that I was smiling at her.

What? She asked, trying to keep her posture.

You’re now a Marine, how does it feel? I said, taking a seat at a bunk.

How does it feel? She asked herself out loud, as she pause and took a seat on my lap, our lips was not even inches from mine, almost touching in a full kiss, instead she whispered in my ear. I would not have made it without you Kyra said. She then kisses me on the cheek and left…

I once again had shaken the feeling away with the burning of her lips on my cheek. I wipe the sweat from my brows like a leaf wipe sap off a tree. Why can I not stop thinking about her? I had to retreat to my office that was on the other side of the camp.

I drove past the sign that said…

Parris Inland

And underneath it the words…

Welcome to Hell

But when I see that sign I didn’t care about the words. I could see Kyra Sky where she would push herself to do as many push-ups as I could do, where she would keep her emotion in check, also where she found peace in the world, and as well for her to get away from the boys…

Operation: The White Raven

Mexico City, Mexico

Who names a helicopter the White Raven Chris said. Maybe because of the same reason we call helicopter a black hawk Kyra said being a smartass. I love Ravens I said. Are you sure you’re not talking about Tyson’s wife Kyra said. For one; her name isn’t Raven, her name is Rachael I said.

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