Shingle wakes up in a cold sweat.
Shingle: Huh, must've been a dream.
He checks his clock. 7:56 AM. He's supposed to be going to McDonalds now but he can't be bothered. He gets his phone and dials his boss. It rings for a good 10 seconds until...
Voicemail: Hey this is Kyle Revton, I can't pick up right now. Leave a message.
Shingle: Uh yea boss hi. I'm sick so I can't come in today.
He hangs up the call and gets out of bed. He walks downstairs and gets himself some Pepsi. Suddenly he remembers his research on methamphetamine. He goes to Mike's room and knocks on the door.
Mike: Yeah?
Shingle: Mike bro can I come in?
Mike: Yeah man! What's up?
Shingle: So I was researching that Majatty thingy you were talking about last night and I...
Mike: Go on...
Shingle: I kinda think I wanna help shut them down.
Mike: You sure? I mean you're a pretty moral guy but I don't think you...
Mike stops for a moment.
Mike: Well I mean, it'd be great but... you know...
Shingle: I'll be able to. Don't worry about me.
Mike: Okay uhh. I'll call up the guys at the RCDEA.
Shingle: Alright.
Mike: Also, before you leave. We already know where they hide out, so you can do it today if you want.
Shingle: Okay.
He walks out of Mike's room, thinking about what he'll see when he gets there. He envisions a huge lab with all sorts of scientific equipment in there. Then, out of nowhere he has a vision of a 26 year old Shingle on a plane. This vision lasts for about a second. He goes outside to his mums now dented car and drives it to an auto shop.
Shingle: Hey uhh I just want the dents fixed.
Auto Worker: Yeah that's fine mate. That's £10.
Shingle: Alright.
He pulls out a £10 note and gives it to him.
Auto Worker: Cheers mate.
Shingle gets out and waits outside on a chair.
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Terrorist 1: ALRIGHT NOBODY MOVES NOBODY GETS HURT!
Shingle looks up. He is on a plane, but he can't see outside the window.
Shingle: What the fuck? Where am I?
Terrorist 2: HEADS DOWN!
Shingle quickly puts his head down, but notices they are only holding box cutters. Nevertheless, he is terrified.
Hank: Man I did NOT think this was gonna be happening today!
Shingle: Hank? You're here too?
Hank doesn't respond.
Shingle: Hank?
He waves his hand in front of him. Still no response. He stands up and notices the terrorists are not targeting him.
Terrorist 1: YOU MOVE, YOU'RE DEAD! SO NOBODY TRY TO GET SMART!
The terrorist walks right through Shingle.
Shingle: Okay what the fuck am I just not real?
One of the terrorists walk into the cockpit and slit the pilots throat.
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Shingle wakes up.
Shingle: Okay what the fuck that was a WILD dream.
Just that moment, the worker comes outside.
AW: Your car's ready.
Shingle: Thanks bro.
He walks into the garage and gets the car. He drives back to his flat in Eiprepus Town.
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Crimson Duty
AksiA really big story created as a spinoff to The Gang. This story is meant to represent the criminal life Shingle lives in an alternate universe. This story is NOT meant to be a series. Please do not wait for a second story. Alternate Republic of Cong...
