INT - Helicopter
"As Holt and the alternate universe versions of his Team 362 teammates flew over the Pacific Island in silence, Holt looked down at Moto, who seemed bored. He sat on the edge of the side door, swinging his legs freely, his dogma swaying lightly in the wind. He had no handcuffs or anything to restrict his movement. Finally, Holt broke the silence, posing a question to Darius and Max."
Holt
You guys didn't think it would be a good idea to tie him up?
Darius
What is he going to do? Jump?
Max
Exactly! If he jumps, he dies!
Holt
And then we all fail our missions.
Darius
(Laughs loudly) Fail? Ahaha, you're just as stupid as any other Holt aren't you!
Jessica
(Whispering quietly from the back corner) Team 362 seems to be extremely arrogant, even in this universe...
Max
What was that bitch?
Holt
(Angrily) Watch your mouth.
Darius
Maybe you don't understand Holt, but it's me and Max, the two strongest soldiers in the world, versus you and Agent Smith. You've already failed your mission. Only one of us can have Moto.
Holt
I haven't failed my mission.
Max
(Taps his pocket) Hey, where's your pistol?! You went on a mission into another universe and didn't bring it?!
Holt
I don't need it.
"Darius and Max started to laugh hysterically."
Darius
Wow! You may be even more incompetent than our Holt! And that's saying a lot!
Max
You know, Darius. I was planning to take these two to President Oboomer. But maybe we should just kill them here. Dump their bodies in the ocean. Less paperwork. Especially for agents so useless.
"Holt looked around as the tension in the helicopter became thick. He could see Jessica, Darius, and Max all slowly reach for the pistols in their holster on their legs."
Holt
Calm down.
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The Storm Wars
ActionWith each main installment of the Storm franchise comes a tournament to determine the best Storm player in the world - The Storm Wars. What started as an innocent tournament soon becomes a race to fight systemic corruption, the likes of which could...
