My Alternate Life as a Roman Secret Agent...

In this dream I was some type of intelligence agent in a pretty grim future world, I was with a partner but we had become separated in keeping our cover.

The dream opened with me attending a meeting aboard an ancient nuclear powered aircraft carrier. The carrier had been purchased surplus from a US scrap yard and was the central part of a flotilla of various watercraft (sorta like the "Raft" in SnowCrash, a book I read years ago), aboard the flotilla were refugees from Russia, China, etc. All coming to America hoping to find a better life.

The meeting was with the owner of the aircraft carrier, a religious fanatic who built up an empire of sorts starting as a televangelist on Trinity Broadcasting. The guy used way to much hair goop to keep his hair slicked back and wore a really tacky suit. Other people at the meeting were dressed in different ways, some in fatigues others in near rags and many dressed in basic black jumpsuit style clothes of the religious fanatics goons, I was among this last group in dress as I had infiltrated the group as a paramilitary type to gather intell - on what the religious sect was planning as well as any information I could find on a weapon codenamed "Renaissance", which was some type of biowarfare weapon.

The meeting was taking place in the bow of the aircraft carrier, the religious fanatic had two large windows placed in the bow just above the waterline that served as his office. The ship and flotilla connected to it were going at a fair clip, don't know how they would manage to get several hundred boats all going in the same direction connected together.

As the meeting progressed with the religious fanatic making plans with several of the paramilitary types and a few key business people from America who wanted the refugee's smuggled in for cheap labor in their sweatshop factories another black jumpsuited person rushed in reporting that there was a blockade of warships ahead, including at least one attack submarine and numerous VTOL aircraft. Everyone looked through the windows, but could see nothing but the hodgepodge of vessels making up the flotilla (the aircraft carrier was at the center).

The religious fanatic order a complete stop and then, as his advisors were begining to argue that this was a bad idea, that the US Coast Guard could attack, he added that he wanted a passage opened in the flotilla vessels so that a ship could come to the aircraft carrier with a negotiator.

The US Coast Guard had no intentions of negotiating though, moments after the religious fanatic first ordered an all stop an explosion rocked the aircraft carrier, screams could be heard nearby.

I jumped up and immediatly reached into my pocket for a shiny black onyx ring and then wrapped a headband across my forehead that was embroidered in gold with a laurel crest and the letters SPQNR.

One of the goons yelled that there was a Roman spy aboard and I punched him square in the jaw, sending him crashing onto the large board room style table in the meeting room. Ducking from the lunge of another goon behind me I drew two black carbon fibre swords and bolted from the room, knocking aside the door guards.

I knew I had to get on deck and make my way onto some vessel on the flotilla as far from the aircraft carrier as I could as the US knew about the secret weapon I had been looking for intell on. It actually wasn't too secret of a weapon, it was an old biowarfare device left over from the Isreali conflict of the early part of the century.

Running through the corridors I came upon a large blown out section, the missle that struck the carrier had ripped open a huge hole in the deck and the area underneath was a twisted mess of metal, small fires and water seeping in from the sea. Looking up I could just see the control tower and decided to start climing to the flight deck.

I saw my partner climbing up the other side of the open area and he saw me and waved a warning. Just in time I drew a sword and ran through a goon that was coming from the side on the maze of metal beams and debris. From then on it was a fight getting up onto the flight deck, many of the goons were pouring over the side coming down to get me but I finally got up from the climb. On the deck were several destroyed VTOL planes and helicopters, the rear third of the flight deck was covered with large shipping containers stacked 4-5 high. We, my partner and I, fought our way to those and climbed up on top.

There were bodies of the black jumpsuit goons everywhere and yet others who were valiantly fighting was was becoming obvious was a loosing battle. The remaining goons were too busy to notice our insignias and therefore we blended quite effectively. At the very top of the stacked shipping crates there was a larger metal box with a sloping roof and lots of external sensor antennas and such. Thinking we might just have found the "Renaisance" weapon I climbed up on the slanted roof.

From the new vantage point we could see a lot of the flotilla vessels were sinking and there were commando's all over the place pretty much shooting whomever moved. A brief discussion and we felt it best to avoid the commando's, America had fragmented in factional fighting for the most part and it was not clear if the faction the attackers were aligned with, even though they were obviously the enemies of our enemy, would be friendly to our presence or not.

Our next course of action was determined by a group of attacking commando's in a speed boat pulling up along side the aircraft carrier. One of them pointed to the structure we were standing on top of and yelled "Renaisance", a couple of them lifted RPG launchers to their shoulders and fired. Already in action we jumped over the side before the rockets could strike, splashing down into the ocean next to the speed boat. Before the occupants could react we were over the side, swords drawn and dispatching them.

There were no other commando's visible so we did what anyone in the situation would do, tore off in our newly acquired speed boat toward the aft of the carrier/flotilla where we had seen fewer attackers. Zigging and zagging along the lanes made up by the connected vessels we were soon out in open ocean. Aircraft didn't seem to concerned with a lone speed boat escaping and left us alone as we angled for the shoreline.

Glancing back there was huge explosions as the VTOL craft began a serious barrage against the carrier and several of the other larger vessels, the sky turned dark with smoke.