The day was sunny, with a few clouds high in the sky. The sound of a Humvee could be heard rumbling down the street, as it comes to a stop in front of the medical building. The engine shuts off, and the driver-side door opens. Brown leather square-toe cowboy boots make contact with the concrete ground. Sampson closes the driver-side door and walks around the front of the Humvee.
He places his hand on the handle of the glass doors to the building entrance. He pulls the door open, and walks in, letting the door slowly close behind him by itself as he walks further into the main lobby. He rounds a corner to the right, walking down a narrow hallway, with many doors on either side.
On his left, he comes to a double-doored room, he pushes open one of the doors and walks into a room full of medical beds on the left and right.
Belfast: So what's the story?
Sampson: I don't know, it was all sort of confusing..it was this then that..she said they had no choice, but she also said they told them about us destroying their future..or their past or whatever
Belfast: That does sound confusing
Sampson: What all sounds right, the Sirens killed their entire naval fleet, spared them but forced them to work for them, told lies which led to them obeying their order, and coming here to try and kill us
Belfast: I see, you are aware that they will be facing punishment right?
Sampson: Do what you gotta do, in prison or not, I promised them to help, and that's what I'm gonna give them
Belfast: What do you mean by help?
Sampson: Killin' Sirens, killin' Sirens
He said as he stared at the Chinese shipgirls laying on the beds.
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Ticon and Burke were walking alongside each other, passing by small stores, restaurants, and food stands. Burke was kinda quiet, while Ticon kept saying random names.
Ticonderoga: James Pardi?..no, Joseph?..ugh!..it starts with a J!
Burke: Are you okay?
Ticonderoga: I'm trying to figure out the name of the artist who created that country song
Burke: Eh, alright
Ticonderoga: Jo, J-...Joh...Jon...Jon, that's it!
Burke: Huh?
Ticonderoga: Jon Pardi!
Burke: Oh, congrats on figuring it out
Ticonderoga: You could at least add a little enthusiasm
Ticon and Burke's attention was then grabbed by something. It was a Humvee driving passed them, going in the opposite direction of them. They could see the driver just as it passed by them.
Ticonderoga: There's Sam...I wonder if he's okay
Burke: What you told me doesn't sound like him, I wonder why he'd just walk away like that
Ticonderoga: I don't know...but I worry about him
Sampson stared out the rearview mirror on his left, seeing them staring at him as he drove up the street.
He came to a stop at a stop sign at the end of the street, looking at them in the mirror one last time. He adjusted his sunglasses and lightly pressed down the gas pedal while turning right and disappearing from their view.
As he drove up the street he made a slight left turn, down a narrow street that split off from the other one. The street began to curve upward. As he passed by shipgirls walking by, and small businesses, he came to another stop. Looking left, then looking right. He watched as a fancy car that was forty years older than the 1980s Humvee, passed by on the street perpendicular to him.
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Azur Lane: The Last Task Force
FanfictionEver since that fateful day, when the long bloody war between the Sirens and Azur Lane ended, with Azur Lane being the victor. The Sirens remained quiet for many decades. Until recently, we learned that they achieved something no one thought was po...
