Chapter One: A New Lead from a Old Friend

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James begins to hear the crowd in the distance as the speaker quiets them and seems to begin to speak. he makes the final turn and realizes how out of breath he is, really beginning to see how bad his cardio is and that he isn't nearly as lean as he used to be.

"Must be all the booze without the gym. I really have to get my things together soon."

He joins the back of the crowd using his 6'4 height to see over the crowd and gain a weird expression when he sees the speaker. Up on a stage is a tall man with a light skin tone and a defined stubble across his face that resembles someone he recognizes from before, but cannot remember the name of. He's wearing a navy blue hoodie and ripped jeans and seems a bit grimy as if it has been a day or two since he had bathed or properly taken care of himself. The man continues to speak

???: I in fact worked for this company behind the games. In fact I worked for them in this very town of Portsmith for the only set of games to take place here. I was simply just a hazmat for them aka I cleaned up the aftermaths of these games and them they left me with nothing after the operation in town folded, forcing me to sign a NDA with my own blood to avoid trouble but no more. I refuse to remain silent and I have shared valuable information that will be the beginning of the end for these horrific games. My name is Anthony Greene and I am ready to take the fight to these rich, evil assholes and bring down the whole swamp behind this death games for good. I am ready. You are all ready. We will bring them down together!

The crowd cheers as Anthony leaves accompanied by a security team and James stands there in shock. This has to be the same Anthony he talked to while taking the place of "Clint the hazmat" and the same one he tried to contact after but couldn't find. It was because there really wasn't  a way to contact him because he's been living on the streets with next to nothing for two years. James knew he had to speak to Anthony and so he covertly snuck to the back of the building Anthony entered to see him leaving with two security guards.

James: Anthony Greene huh. It's good to see you still around, I could use your help.

One of the guards stand between James and Anthony

Anthony: Do I know you sir?

James: At one point you did, but that was a when we were both in better situations I believe.

Anthony: I'm sorry that doesn't really help.

James: The name is James although you may know me as "Clint."

It could took a second for Anthony to know who the man standing in front of him is.

Anthony: Son of a bitch. You're the reason I live on the streets you bastard.

James: Hey I did what I needed to back then to try to save my friends. It didn't end up working out for either of us I see.

Anthony: Yeah it worked for one of us. You won and got a huge amount of cash and I got fired and everything taken from me.

The guard keeps Anthony from approaching James

James: Look. The truth is we're both in much worse spots, but I think we can help each other. We have the exact same goal afterall.

Anthony thought for a second

Anthony: You want to bring these fools down?

James: They killed all of my friends and made me shoot my closest friend to see my family. I'm ready to drain that swamp my friend.

Anthony: Alright let's see if you're telling the truth. 

Anthony pulls out a small slip of paper and asks the guard for a pen to write something before handing the slip to James

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