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The Inevitable: A Story of Three Paths
The Inevitable, a Story of Three Paths.
CHAPTER ONE, JUSTICE BY CORPORATION
Fort Bush, New York system, 803, A.S., May 23rd, 14:30 hours.
Officer Jonathan Davis rested his hand on his 52 Mega Lat “Louisiana” LPI, or Liberty Police Inc. standard issue laser pistol. It didn’t take a full autopsy to tell the man in front of him was on cardamine. “I repeat sir,” Davis ordered. “Please step over here and breath into this pallet, you are suspected in carrying cardamine sir, this is a felony in the houses of Bretonia, Liberty, Rhineland, and Kusari. “NO!” the man screamed. He must have been an outcast. He pulled out a laser pistol and shot at Davis. He dove behind a corner, the laser blasts rapidly redecorating one of Fort Bush’s many dark blue/gray corridor walls. Yup, he was an Outcast. Davis tried to peer around, but was answered by laser blasts he pulled back In time for. He needed to take control of the situation. He waited till the Outcast pulled back, then he aimed around the corner with his blaster, he’d hold his fire till he had a clear shot. The Outcast leaned around, not expecting Davis’ bold move. Davis took advantage and fired. The Outcast screamed. Davis stood up aiming his blaster at the corner he was behind, slowly approaching it. The Outcast was on the floor. He walked over. He seemed dead, but where was his wound? The Outcast opened his fiery green eyes, full of anger. He pulled his knees to his chest and shot them at Davis square in the face. Davis was knocked back to the ground. The Outcast walked over to him, like a tiger ready to come down for the kill with tooth and claw, accept this tiger had a dagger in his hand. He drew himself up, ready to come down. And he flung the dagger down, ruthlessly impaling it on the, ground. Davis rolled out of the way and didn’t make the same mistake twice. He upholstered his pistol and placed a couple of fiery spots on the dangerous criminal’s chest. “Well done Mr. Davis,” the booming voice of Markus Eddington, his superior, behind him. He clapped his hands. “END SIMULATION!” he
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CHAPTER ONE, JUSTICE BY CORPORATION
Fort Bush, New York system, 803, A.S., May 23rd, 14:30 hours.
Officer Jonathan Davis rested his hand on his 52 Mega Lat “Louisiana” LPI, or Liberty Police Inc. standard issue laser pistol. It didn’t take a full autopsy to tell the man in front of him was on cardamine. “I repeat sir,” Davis ordered. “Please step over here and breath into this pallet, you are suspected in carrying cardamine sir, this is a felony in the houses of Bretonia, Liberty, Rhineland, and Kusari. “NO!” the man screamed. He must have been an outcast. He pulled out a laser pistol and shot at Davis. He dove behind a corner, the laser blasts rapidly redecorating one of Fort Bush’s many dark blue/gray corridor walls. Yup, he was an Outcast. Davis tried to peer around, but was answered by laser blasts he pulled back In time for. He needed to take control of the situation. He waited till the Outcast pulled back, then he aimed around the corner with his blaster, he’d hold his fire till he had a clear shot. The Outcast leaned around, not expecting Davis’ bold move. Davis took advantage and fired. The Outcast screamed. Davis stood up aiming his blaster at the corner he was behind, slowly approaching it. The Outcast was on the floor. He walked over. He seemed dead, but where was his wound? The Outcast opened his fiery green eyes, full of anger. He pulled his knees to his chest and shot them at Davis square in the face. Davis was knocked back to the ground. The Outcast walked over to him, like a tiger ready to come down for the kill with tooth and claw, accept this tiger had a dagger in his hand. He drew himself up, ready to come down. And he flung the dagger down, ruthlessly impaling it on the, ground. Davis rolled out of the way and didn’t make the same mistake twice. He upholstered his pistol and placed a couple of fiery spots on the dangerous criminal’s chest. “Well done Mr. Davis,” the booming voice of Markus Eddington, his superior, behind him. He clapped his hands. “END SIMULATION!” he
T-T-THATS ALL FOLKS!
[HOPEFULLY ILL TYPE UP MORE SOON FROM MY NOTEPAD!