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Chapter 12

Wright looked at the king, gave him the country's salute, and left. The king stood over the body of Col. Johnson, and told the soldiers at Memphis that he had been shot by a sniper. One soldier said " The war's over! The Russians had no right to--" "It wasn't the Russians, he was one of us," The king cut him off. "What?! Then why did he kill him? That doesn't make any sense! He's a hero." "Yes, I understand that, and it was probably just a crazed lunatic, like the guy that shot President Oswald back in 2098." Said the king.

John was sitting atop a small mountain waiting for the king. Waiting for further instruction. But instead of the king, the masked man reappeared. He came up from behind him and rapped his hands around Johns throat.

"Who are you?! What are you doing h-*snap*--" The man snapped Johns neck. He sat there and waited for the king to show up, but he never did. The king had gone back to his trail. He was getting much closer to his destination, of Toronto.

The Harrison's were back home, and saw Jacob and Nicole sitting on their old worn-out sofa. "Well hello there princess!" Said Doug. "Hey Mr. Harrison, it's been a while," she said. There was a knock at the door. "Wait!" Jacob said in a whisper-like scream. Jacob pulled his bow out from behind the sofa. "Go ahead, open it," he said as he hid behind the corner.

Doug opened it and there stood a behemoth of a man. He was at least six-foot-eight, and about 250 pounds. He was obviously high ranking military, because of all of the medals and ribbons on his uniform. "Doug Harrison?" He asked my father in a soft yet booming deep voice. "Yes. And you are?" He said. "General Bradshaw, I've got some news," the man said. Jacob had put down the bow, and came around the corner. "I'm afraid Mr. Johnson was shot, over by the Tennessee river," he continued.

Of course Doug was shocked, and almost in tears. They had been friends since Doug was about nine. "Who?" Asked Doug. "We don't know... we don't know," he said. "YOU DON'T KNOW? Sir don't you remember president Oswald?" Doug said. "I know, Mr. Harrison, but we're trying to figure this out," Said Bradshaw, "I'm sorry, we're doing all we can do." "Obviously not! A soldier is dead and you don't even know who did it!" General Bradshaw left, and that night, Doug never spoke.