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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Oct 12, 2024
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Fiction
Action and Thriller
In the beautiful country of Russia, a veteran goes ballistic over a small group of cadets he had seen somewhere in his city, not acknowledging him and his accomplishments in the military, even with knowing that they had no way to tell. It soon after became dangerous for cadets to be out in the open with him out there somewhere, he was not being friendly, to say the least. Anytime he would spot them out in public, no matter what squadron, he'd shoot them dead, with having his gun license he used it in cruel ways. About a month later in October, he ended up on the news, cadets across the country were dropping dead like flies anytime they were near him, yet nobody could find him. No RCMP or FBI were able to find him, and with this danger in mind, cadets were sent to a large CTC. The place had great security, and was currently the only place in Russia willing to let them stay in order to keep Squadron's and their cadets safe.
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