"Lame." I crawl out from my wrecked ride, brushing my unruly brown hair back. I walk a few paces away and turn to see the damage. My M1A2 battle tank is on its end stuck between two buildings. I groan and go back to the tank to pull my stuff out. My 'stuff' consists of a few MREs a change of clothes my trusty AK-47 and extra ammo. After a short and heated phone call to the drop team that was SUPPOSED to drop me off on the road missed their mark. Everyone in this militia is stupid. I end up climbing down through the fire escape into an alley as police and news crew arrive. "Oh come on," I mutter under my breath as police rush around me to stop me from all of my 'evil doing' I can hear the reporters yelling from here about how much they don't know what's going on. I'm not going to prison that's for sure. As the police rush to condemn me I pull my AK on them. They immediately slow down and I back into the alley. I hear a click from behind me and before I can even react electricity courses through me and I fall so the ground, out cold.
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Todd's Day Out
AdventureJust a normal day for a high ranked militia officer bent on overthrowing the government. Kind of.
