It was a busy night. Ghoub was sitting at Hamburger-Shack, listening to the distant sirens as he ate his triple decker with cheese. Aurora comes walking in, and minimizes her flight pack. “Hey Ghoub, what’s up with you not showing up at the raid?”
“I don’t know, I guess it’s just a waste of time,” Ghoub said, “there was only 2 guys there, and their weapons were barely dangerous. Ill wait for a more dangerous mission.”
“Whatever Ghoub.” Steve replied to Ghoub’s statement. After releasing a grunt, he grabs Ghoub by the shirt and gets directly into his face, “show up next time, or else you’re off the invasion squad.” The door slams shut with a ding from the bell, placed there for awareness of new patrons. “Why is he always in my face?” Ghoub questions. Aurora picks up her flight pack and turn to Ghoub, “well you didn’t show up for your job. Wait, where are you going?”
Ghoub grabs his to-go bag and decides its time to get some action. He starts walking to the underground base only a few miles away. Steve gets into his pure black car that Aurora, who just took off, was nice enough to build. They speed on by Ghoub, who is kicking rocks at his feet as he walks. Its about 11 Pm now, and Ghoub is already mad enough from Steve getting mad. A few street punks walk up. The only thing visible is the streetlight’s reflection off of the titanium knife.
“Give me your cash, NOW!” Screamed Graff. And with a very swift motion, Ghoub explodes in a fury, and the pavement beneath his cracks. Graff is seen flying through the air. The second street punk, is running off. Ghoub engages pursuit. A single whistling rocket is heard. An explosion, an explosion so big it creates a crater where Ghoub was standing. Smoke fills the air as the ambulance arrives.
(To be continued&hellip
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“The test is back,” said Elvira, is a sad and depressed voice, “it’s Ghoub’s.”
The windows rattle as Alec slams him fist into the light teak table they are sitting around.
“There is no way I’ll let someone get away with this!” Alec screamed.
“But sir, there’s something else,” Elvira said, passing a yellow manila folder across the table. Alec examines the data as his eyes go wide. “WHAT IS THIS ELVIRA!”
“Poison sir. We discovered long-term poison. We believe that he was poisoned minute before. We also recovered a small bite of his hamburger, with the poisoned injected into it. We believe it was the Gheist.” Elvira continues on about the poison as Alec walks out and slams the door. His footsteps on the ladder to the surface echo through the base. He gets into his fire truck and heads directly for the Gheist base. Tires screech as the fire truck speeds away. Aurora flies off after Alec, and Steve follows in his car. Alec reaches up to turn off the radio. The sound of Beverly’s communications array echoes through the rescue vehicles.
“Stop Alec, his rage and anger will destroy everything! STOP HIM!”
Alec arrives at the gheist base, and pulls out a single rifle he took from the arms cabinet at the base. He mutters his breath, “get ready to die.” He kicks down the front door to the base. He opens fire.
(To Be Continued&hellip