Sergeant Hartman's Story

Chapter 4: Going Back

I smiled, and went to sleep.

I was shocked when I was informed that there was more to investigate there. And I thought they were dropping the case!

But I was pretty excited to go back there. Because the last time I was there, I actually got to do something, instead of sitting around all day looking at a computer. It was stupid, but I was finally going somewhere.

So when I heard that it was happening at noon, I was even more excited, because investigation grew suspense. That's what was great about this job. Suspense.

When it came to noon, I ate lunch with Private Joker, talking about the day before, laughing and acting stupid.

"So, you nicknamed him Private Terra?" He asked.

"Yeah. It fits him, doesn't it?"

Joker nodded. "If he has any friends, he'll tell them all about you."

"Really? That'll be a trip."

Private Terra was indeed a trip.

A trip that I went on that day in the truck.

When I went to the garage, Jack and Bozer were waiting for me as always.

"Ready to go, sir!" Bozer called.

"Thanks, guys! I'm going to have lots of fun today."

And indeed I did. It was so weird. When I entered the house, I heard strange sounds. It was coming from Private Terra's room. I busted open the door to see him next to his bed with his key-weapon.

"What is going on, Private Terra?" I asked.

"I'm killing Xehanort." He replied.

Huh? There was no Xehanort. I thought he was ded already! So I simply told him,

"There is no Xehanort."

Terra turned around with a confused look.

"I think you're trying to play a joke on me. Maybe I should call you Private Joker!"

It was funny, because there was already a Private Joker.

"I'll be watching if anything happens, boy."

So I left. I knew it was just not right leaving like that, so I only left for a bit. I didn't go back to the Phoenix, I went to my house.

I went inside and recorded everything that had happened in a little journal. After that, I went to a Taco Bell and met Jack Dalton there.

As I told him what happened, he listened with interest and curiosity, unlike Hopper and some others.

"So you're going back tonight?"

I nodded. "It's the only way to find out."

"Ooh, there's gonna be some fighting soon!"

"Don't get your hopes up, this probably won't be a Bruce Willis movie."

"But what if it is?"

"Then this whole thing is going to go crazy."

And indeed it did. But not the way I expected.

When I got back in, I heard some weird Arabic music downstairs.

And when I descended down there, I saw something shocking.

It was a clown, strangling Private Terra! He opened his mouth. I got out my rifle. Should I shoot?

As I came closer, I realized that Private Terra was close to death!

I pulled the trigger.

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