I.s.i.s

[Alcatraz]

I was hoping that someone would be willing to have a look at the opening of my 'project'.

My WIP is a novel about a former Royal Miltary Police (SIB) Staff Sergeant who is now an officer in a (fictitious for the sake of storytelling) British Intelligence and Law Enforcement agency.

The first part is a pre-Chapter 1 tag.

The tag is a press release from the fictitious agency, and Chapter 1 is a short shock intro 1 page chapter.

Feel free to crit. :thumbsup:

PRE CHAPTER 1 TAG - PRESS RELEASE.

From the ISIS Press Release.

ISIS (Intelligence and Security Investigative Service)

The Intelligence and Security Investigative Service (ISIS) is an Intelligence and Law Enforcement Executive Non-Departmental Public Body in the United Kingdom which has full operational independence from the British Government.

Whilst the Home Secretary sets the Service's priorities, appoints its leadership (A Director-General), and provides funding, the Service independently determines how to best execute their mission.

That mission being, 'To gather and act upon intelligence in order to prevent crimes or acts which threaten the National Security of 'The Realm' (The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, its Protectorates and Territories)'.

ISIS officers are generally recruited from other Intelligence and Law Enforcement agencies within the United Kingdom (based on specific required skill sets), such as;

The Territorial Police Forces (eg. The Metropolitan Police, Strathclyde Police, The Police Service of Northern Ireland, etc),
The Special Police Forces (Ministry of Defence Police, Serious Organised Crime Agency, British Transport Police, Civil Nuclear Constabulary),
The Service Police (Royal Military Police, RAF Police, Royal Navy Police),
The Security Service (MI5),
The Secret Intelligence Service (MI6),
Government Communications Headquarters (GCHQ).

ISIS has a broad range of powers within its remit including those to; gather intelligence, investigate, arrest and detain.

It must be made clear that whilst ISIS officers are attested as Constables in all geographic areas of the 'The Realm', ISIS is not a Police Force, and can only execute its powers in cases relating to its mission remit.

All ISIS field officers are trained in the use of firearms, and are routinely armed in action of their duties. Field Officers are issued, as standard, with SIG Sauer P229R semi-automatic sidearm's. ISIS officers adhere to and comply with current standard Home Office procedures relating to the use of firearms by Police Officers.

Further details can be found via the ISIS website:

[Alcatraz]

And the short Chapter 1.

Chapter 1.

Spilled coffee and tea mixed with blood on the blue tiled floor.

Upturned tables and chairs lay strewn amongst the shattered glass. The screams and cries of innocent victims, shot by the random spray of an automatic assault rifle disturbed me more than they should. A buzzing sound echoed in my ear. Blood ran down my arm and fingers, dripping down the grip and barrell of the SIG sidearm which I gripped for dear life.

The emergency service's sirens wailed in the distance. An armed response unit would be deployed to contain the scene before the paramedics could begin triage. Standard procedure for a gun crime.

A woman coughed and spluttered behind me. The round that sliced my arm had hit her throat. I holstered my SIG, and leaned down to help her, but it was too late. She was dead.

I've seen a fair bit of nasty **** in my time. Bosnia, Iraq, Sierra Leone, Afghanistan. This was none of those. This was Glasgow, Scotland. The place where I was born and raised.

Due to the nature of my job, I lived in London most of the time, but Glasgow was home and drive by shootings were not supposed to happen here.

A young girl wearing the uniform of a private school sat in the corner sobbing, her arms wrapped around her legs.

Behind the counter, the grizzly old owner of the café, Luis, a man I had known since I was a teenager, looked around the carnage in shock, his arm around another child wearing the same school uniform as the girl in the corner. His granddaughter?

Armed police approached, their HK MP5's trained on all areas of the cafe. I grimaced as I raised my hands.

"I'm an armed ISIS officer," I announced, identifying myself to the armed police officers, "ID's in my inside pocket."

One officer kept his MP5 aimed at me, while another carefully placed his hand inside my pocket. He checked the ID, and requested confirmation on his radio. Satisfied with the response he handed the ID back to me as I turned around, staring at the body lying closest to the door. The body of Detective Inspector Ian Kyle.

This is how I remember the day my best friend was murdered.