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Stryke took another swig of whisky. He closed his eyes and sighed as the cool liquid travelled down his body, and damaged his liver. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good, but he didn’t care.
He stepped out from the bar, which he also knew as home, and was greeted by the evil stench of pollution. He walked down the busy streets, full of all kinds of people, most of them in rags. He was used to it by now though. The drink, drugs, prostitution, illness-it was just a daily occurrence. He heard a strange grunt from an alley, and glanced towards it’s source. He regretted it, and quickly carried on his way.
“Hey, Stryke! Over here!”
Stryke looked to his left, and saw Your Honour sitting in a Ford Escort on the side of the road. He hurried over to him, struggled to open the extremely rusty door and joined YH.
“You still got one of these? Everyone’s going round in those hover-carts now, why don’t you ya old fart?”
“Those hover-carts use petrol as well.” YH said a matter-of-factly.
“And?”
“Well, I’d prefer to be down here on the ground if I run out.” He replied, bluntly.
YH started the engine.
10 minutes later…
The car revved up, and they finally got away.
“You been watching the news?” Stryke asked between gulps of whiskey.
“Nah, I prefer Robots From Hell.”
“Well, Lord VenomByte’s planning some sort of expedition.” Stryke told him.
“Really? Where to?”
“Dunno, but I heard it’s somewhere dangerous, and he wants to try and find this necklace. It’s all powerful or something. Supposedly, his magic skills have been waning as of late. He tried to clean the whole palace using magic the other day, and ended up destroying the bathroom.”
“Oh, right. Well, I would watch the news to hear more about it, but today’s Robots From Hell is about Tony Rainbird’s experience with a rebellious 220-Series. Very interesting…”
They continued to drive through the bustling city, not knowing exactly where they were going. Fortunately, before they had driven up to the huge impending hole in the road which they had no idea was there, something caught their attention. A big crowd was gathering around something…or someone. Smoke was coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t a fire.
“Wanna check it out?” YH asked.
Stryke nodded, and as the Escort coughed to a stop, they jumped out and headed over to…whatever was going on over there.
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Stryke took another swig of whisky. He closed his eyes and sighed as the cool liquid travelled down his body, and damaged his liver. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good, but he didn’t care.
He stepped out from the bar, which he also knew as home, and was greeted by the evil stench of pollution. He walked down the busy streets, full of all kinds of people, most of them in rags. He was used to it by now though. The drink, drugs, prostitution, illness-it was just a daily occurrence. He heard a strange grunt from an alley, and glanced towards it’s source. He regretted it, and quickly carried on his way.
“Hey, Stryke! Over here!”
Stryke looked to his left, and saw Your Honour sitting in a Ford Escort on the side of the road. He hurried over to him, struggled to open the extremely rusty door and joined YH.
“You still got one of these? Everyone’s going round in those hover-carts now, why don’t you ya old fart?”
“Those hover-carts use petrol as well.” YH said a matter-of-factly.
“And?”
“Well, I’d prefer to be down here on the ground if I run out.” He replied, bluntly.
YH started the engine.
10 minutes later…
The car revved up, and they finally got away.
“You been watching the news?” Stryke asked between gulps of whiskey.
“Nah, I prefer Robots From Hell.”
“Well, Lord VenomByte’s planning some sort of expedition.” Stryke told him.
“Really? Where to?”
“Dunno, but I heard it’s somewhere dangerous, and he wants to try and find this necklace. It’s all powerful or something. Supposedly, his magic skills have been waning as of late. He tried to clean the whole palace using magic the other day, and ended up destroying the bathroom.”
“Oh, right. Well, I would watch the news to hear more about it, but today’s Robots From Hell is about Tony Rainbird’s experience with a rebellious 220-Series. Very interesting…”
They continued to drive through the bustling city, not knowing exactly where they were going. Fortunately, before they had driven up to the huge impending hole in the road which they had no idea was there, something caught their attention. A big crowd was gathering around something…or someone. Smoke was coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t a fire.
“Wanna check it out?” YH asked.
Stryke nodded, and as the Escort coughed to a stop, they jumped out and headed over to…whatever was going on over there.
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The ford grinded to a halt, after many failed attempts YH just shrugged his shoulder and got out of the car...
YH tried to explain 'Now, if I can ju...'
'...I told you this no good heap of crap would let us down' Sheepy shouted.
'Look, its not that bad...' Yh answered, before he could finish Stryke interupted.
'Not that bad? We are in the middle of some strange, baron land with nothing, thanks to your 'lets run out of petrol car.'
'No really, its not that bad!'
'Yes, why is that. Is your car solar powered?'
'Heh.. I wish'
'Then what the hell are we going to do MrItsNotThatBad?'
'Well, if you had let me finish earlier there is a spare can of petrol in the back.' sighed YH while inspecting his nails.
The three of them sat back down in the now moving car, and headed on through the land of sand... or as others like to car it, desert area. How they managed to come onto a desert nobody knew... but hang on, something was in the very distance, a spec. Sheepy tried cleaning the window first just to make sure it wasn't dirt, but not unless the dirt got bigger and waved it arms.... this wasn't dirt.
'STOP THE CRAPING CAR'
'Who the hell are you?' Stryke asked
'Me, I was the driver of a hovercar until I had to jump out,'
Stryke was the only one out of the car at the moment, but Sheepy rose from the seat and smoothly removed his shades.
'Yo, man. Turn around'
'Sheepy, is that you? How are my ladies?'
Sheepy murmured 'Oh crap...' and quickly sat back down.
Back in the car YH asked Sheepy who he was.
'That, thats er-no, international nuttah and computer whizz supreme, also the murderor of "hewhovenomhassaidshallnotbementioned".'
'Thats him? And you know him! This guy is like a world hero'
With that, YH interupted Stryke (who was playing with er-no's gun) and invited er-no along to where ever they were going.
*back in the car*
....anyways Sheepy, I thought you said that you didn't know where those girls come from?'
'ermmm... errrrrrr... errmmmm' Sheepy failed to answer.
'What? He ain't told you nuthin has he. Sheepy is a regular hussle, I am a pimp. Hey it payes and keeps me from crime.'
Everyone didn't know whether to laugh at Sheepy or be silent because they were sitting with a national-mudering hero. The journey continued.
YH tried to explain 'Now, if I can ju...'
'...I told you this no good heap of crap would let us down' Sheepy shouted.
'Look, its not that bad...' Yh answered, before he could finish Stryke interupted.
'Not that bad? We are in the middle of some strange, baron land with nothing, thanks to your 'lets run out of petrol car.'
'No really, its not that bad!'
'Yes, why is that. Is your car solar powered?'
'Heh.. I wish'
'Then what the hell are we going to do MrItsNotThatBad?'
'Well, if you had let me finish earlier there is a spare can of petrol in the back.' sighed YH while inspecting his nails.
The three of them sat back down in the now moving car, and headed on through the land of sand... or as others like to car it, desert area. How they managed to come onto a desert nobody knew... but hang on, something was in the very distance, a spec. Sheepy tried cleaning the window first just to make sure it wasn't dirt, but not unless the dirt got bigger and waved it arms.... this wasn't dirt.
'STOP THE CRAPING CAR'
'Who the hell are you?' Stryke asked
'Me, I was the driver of a hovercar until I had to jump out,'
Stryke was the only one out of the car at the moment, but Sheepy rose from the seat and smoothly removed his shades.
'Yo, man. Turn around'
'Sheepy, is that you? How are my ladies?'
Sheepy murmured 'Oh crap...' and quickly sat back down.
Back in the car YH asked Sheepy who he was.
'That, thats er-no, international nuttah and computer whizz supreme, also the murderor of "hewhovenomhassaidshallnotbementioned".'
'Thats him? And you know him! This guy is like a world hero'
With that, YH interupted Stryke (who was playing with er-no's gun) and invited er-no along to where ever they were going.
*back in the car*
....anyways Sheepy, I thought you said that you didn't know where those girls come from?'
'ermmm... errrrrrr... errmmmm' Sheepy failed to answer.
'What? He ain't told you nuthin has he. Sheepy is a regular hussle, I am a pimp. Hey it payes and keeps me from crime.'
Everyone didn't know whether to laugh at Sheepy or be silent because they were sitting with a national-mudering hero. The journey continued.
The door slammed open, the sound grating in Ant's eardrums.
"Up. Himself wants to see you."
Ant blinked in the sudden inrush of light, blinding him. He felt a strong grip on his arm, and he was carried...carried for ages. His eyes saw glimpses - people with their heads bent, clothed in shabby rags. The walls were dark, dark as if some terrible evil touched them. He felt himself thrust forward, and he landed on smooth marble, blinking furiously to regain his sight. He saw a shiny pair of black boots before him, and his eyes swam back into focus. He glanced up, fearful of what he was about to see.
A figure stood tall and menacing over him, clothed in robes of deep purple. His hair was long, swept back in a ponytail, and black as the night. His eyes...Ant gasped as he saw the eyes. Burning eyes, with a red the colour of deepest blood. When he spoke, the echoes rebounded around the room, and the guards cowered.
"Ant.You come before me."
It was Lord VemonByte. Ant gulped.
"I know what it is you want. The Council of Ten will never have you back." said VemonByte, menacingly.
Ant looked about, shocked and desperate at the same time. An open window stood ajar. Perhaps his levitation was strong enough...
"You do not know.."realised VemonByte, suddenly. He raised two fingers to his chin, stroking his thin goatee.
Ant made his move, spinning his foot around, kicking one guard backwards. The other was dispatched with a double-fisted blow to the chin. Then he turned, and ran with all his might towards the open window. VemonByte turned, a slight expression of amusement twisting his face.
Ant leapt through the thin gap, eyes clenched shut, not prepared for the fall from the towering palace. Then he felt himself freeze, as if the air around him had suddenly thickened. He looked down, and gasped in fright. He was hovering 200 feet over the murky city, plumes of flame and smoke bursting up below him. Behind him, VemonByte had one finger extended, laughing quietly. Then he beckoned, and Ant shot back in through the open window and crashed into the wall.
" You think you could ever escape from me, Ant? You, who are of greater importance than ou could ever realise? You try to escape, and that tries MY patience."
He extended both hands, and his eyes flared with malice. Ant screamed as pain wracked his body, again and again. VemonByte just smiled, a cruel smile, a smile that had haunted the world for twenty long years...
"Up. Himself wants to see you."
Ant blinked in the sudden inrush of light, blinding him. He felt a strong grip on his arm, and he was carried...carried for ages. His eyes saw glimpses - people with their heads bent, clothed in shabby rags. The walls were dark, dark as if some terrible evil touched them. He felt himself thrust forward, and he landed on smooth marble, blinking furiously to regain his sight. He saw a shiny pair of black boots before him, and his eyes swam back into focus. He glanced up, fearful of what he was about to see.
A figure stood tall and menacing over him, clothed in robes of deep purple. His hair was long, swept back in a ponytail, and black as the night. His eyes...Ant gasped as he saw the eyes. Burning eyes, with a red the colour of deepest blood. When he spoke, the echoes rebounded around the room, and the guards cowered.
"Ant.You come before me."
It was Lord VemonByte. Ant gulped.
"I know what it is you want. The Council of Ten will never have you back." said VemonByte, menacingly.
Ant looked about, shocked and desperate at the same time. An open window stood ajar. Perhaps his levitation was strong enough...
"You do not know.."realised VemonByte, suddenly. He raised two fingers to his chin, stroking his thin goatee.
Ant made his move, spinning his foot around, kicking one guard backwards. The other was dispatched with a double-fisted blow to the chin. Then he turned, and ran with all his might towards the open window. VemonByte turned, a slight expression of amusement twisting his face.
Ant leapt through the thin gap, eyes clenched shut, not prepared for the fall from the towering palace. Then he felt himself freeze, as if the air around him had suddenly thickened. He looked down, and gasped in fright. He was hovering 200 feet over the murky city, plumes of flame and smoke bursting up below him. Behind him, VemonByte had one finger extended, laughing quietly. Then he beckoned, and Ant shot back in through the open window and crashed into the wall.
" You think you could ever escape from me, Ant? You, who are of greater importance than ou could ever realise? You try to escape, and that tries MY patience."
He extended both hands, and his eyes flared with malice. Ant screamed as pain wracked his body, again and again. VemonByte just smiled, a cruel smile, a smile that had haunted the world for twenty long years...
Ant stared at the blue ball, twisting, turning, different shades coming, going, light blue, dark blue, inbetween shades not from this planet. All a swirling mass, into existence, then disappearing again.
His hands were about a foot apart, in front of him. It was the biggest he'd ever got the ball of flame, nornmally his power would have drained by now, but the ball was growing, enlarging, the colours changing. His heart was racing, breathing had quickened. A bead of sweat formed on his brow.
Then it was gone.
The ball had gone, vanished. Ant was left with nothing, just the bare flame of the torch illuminating the room he was in. Bare walls surrounded him white brick forming his prison. But it wouldn't be his prison for long, oh no! He had plans. He had a prophecy to complete.
His parents had his future told, on his day of birth celebrations, the seer had said:
"The thread of your life goes on, longer than you think it should. Your life shall be of great import to the Council of Ten, they shall watch over you, care for you, until you are ready for your lifes task. The only task for which you were born."
This puzzled Ant, as no one had ever heard of the Council of Ten, and no one could give him any information about them at all, and he had consulted with everyone wize man he had met.
But not recently, as he had been imprisoned for the previous 4 years, not allowed anything that may help him to produce a spell, or any magic whatsoever.
But he was practising, waiting, to be ready for the time...
His hands were about a foot apart, in front of him. It was the biggest he'd ever got the ball of flame, nornmally his power would have drained by now, but the ball was growing, enlarging, the colours changing. His heart was racing, breathing had quickened. A bead of sweat formed on his brow.
Then it was gone.
The ball had gone, vanished. Ant was left with nothing, just the bare flame of the torch illuminating the room he was in. Bare walls surrounded him white brick forming his prison. But it wouldn't be his prison for long, oh no! He had plans. He had a prophecy to complete.
His parents had his future told, on his day of birth celebrations, the seer had said:
"The thread of your life goes on, longer than you think it should. Your life shall be of great import to the Council of Ten, they shall watch over you, care for you, until you are ready for your lifes task. The only task for which you were born."
This puzzled Ant, as no one had ever heard of the Council of Ten, and no one could give him any information about them at all, and he had consulted with everyone wize man he had met.
But not recently, as he had been imprisoned for the previous 4 years, not allowed anything that may help him to produce a spell, or any magic whatsoever.
But he was practising, waiting, to be ready for the time...
As they drove, Stryke asked, "Hang on, I thought it was me that watched the news?"
"Well...erm...you know..."YH replied, a little embarrassed.
"It's you? Pah, you idiot. You should watch Robots FRom Hell." Sheepy said, ridiculing Stryke.
YH suddenly brightened up, "Yeah, I watch that too! What about the 275-X that proved to a husband that his wife was having an affair!"
"That was brilliant stuff!" Sheepy exclaimed.
"Anyway..." Stryke said, trying to get them off the subject.
"Hey, you know you watch the news?" YH said.
"Yes," Stryke sighed, ready for more insults.
"What was it you said about that expedition? The one that Lord VenomByte is organising?"
"Oh yeah, well, he wants to find this necklace which everyone's been looking for, so he can be all powerful and regain his magical prowess."
YH thought over this for a bit, "So...where is it? You said it was somewhere dangerous?"
"Hmmm...I think it's in France or somewhere, not sure yet though."
They continued on their way as darkness enveloped them, ever getting closer to Lord VenomByte's palace.
"Well...erm...you know..."YH replied, a little embarrassed.
"It's you? Pah, you idiot. You should watch Robots FRom Hell." Sheepy said, ridiculing Stryke.
YH suddenly brightened up, "Yeah, I watch that too! What about the 275-X that proved to a husband that his wife was having an affair!"
"That was brilliant stuff!" Sheepy exclaimed.
"Anyway..." Stryke said, trying to get them off the subject.
"Hey, you know you watch the news?" YH said.
"Yes," Stryke sighed, ready for more insults.
"What was it you said about that expedition? The one that Lord VenomByte is organising?"
"Oh yeah, well, he wants to find this necklace which everyone's been looking for, so he can be all powerful and regain his magical prowess."
YH thought over this for a bit, "So...where is it? You said it was somewhere dangerous?"
"Hmmm...I think it's in France or somewhere, not sure yet though."
They continued on their way as darkness enveloped them, ever getting closer to Lord VenomByte's palace.
YH and Stryke sauntered over to the scene. A crowd had gathered, but YH had a shaved head, so no-one argued as they pushed their way to the front of the crowd. Two hover-carts had crashed after running out of petrol. Stryke grimaced.
" Told you so." said, YH, knowingly.
"YH, 2 people have just died! And it's right next my favourite Chinese resturant!" cried Stryke.
"Spring rolls?" asked YH.
"You bet."
Let's do it!"
So they wandered past the smoking ruins of the two mashed cars and into the resturant.
" Hey! YH!" a voice cried from a nearby table. They looked around to see Sheepy, surrounded by a multitude of women.
" Sheepy?" asked YH, increduously.
"That's what it says on the warrant."
"What warrant?"asked Stryke.
"Err..never you mind. Heard about what just happened?" said Sheepy, quickly changing the subject.
"Yeah, two hover-carts just crashed. Lack of petrol. When will they learn nuclear is the only option?"
"Nuc-a-what? Anyway, rumour has it it wasn't the petrol. Magical discharge from the palace." smiled Sheepy.
"Really?" said YH, smiling as someone of little plot importance passed him a beer. "Lord VemonByte being having a lot of problems with his magic, so they say."
Sheepy glanced at YH, curious.
"What? I watch the news!"cried YH, and downed the beer.
"So...VemonByte's got two deaths on his hands, as well as a destroyed bathroom..." mused Stryke, sipping his whiskey produced from a pocket.
"D'you think we should go and do something about this?" asked YH. "Do you remember what it was like to have magic, Stryke? I mean, REAL magic. Back in the old days.."
Stryke smiled breifly, a rarity.
" Yeah, I do. Let's go. Coming Sheepy?"
YH got up, and grabbed some spring rolls from a passing waiter. Sheepy nodded, and kissed each of the women goodbye.
"Where do you get them from, Sheepy?" asked YH as they strode out. Sheepy shrugged.
"They come and go. I like the one in yellow at the moment."
"Don't you even know their names!?" said Stryke, confused.
"Names are for relationships."
They walked out, and got into the Escort.
"You still cruising around in this piece of crap?" Sheepy looked disgusted.
YH shook his head, and drove off in the direction of the palace, looming over the murky skyline..
" Told you so." said, YH, knowingly.
"YH, 2 people have just died! And it's right next my favourite Chinese resturant!" cried Stryke.
"Spring rolls?" asked YH.
"You bet."
Let's do it!"
So they wandered past the smoking ruins of the two mashed cars and into the resturant.
" Hey! YH!" a voice cried from a nearby table. They looked around to see Sheepy, surrounded by a multitude of women.
" Sheepy?" asked YH, increduously.
"That's what it says on the warrant."
"What warrant?"asked Stryke.
"Err..never you mind. Heard about what just happened?" said Sheepy, quickly changing the subject.
"Yeah, two hover-carts just crashed. Lack of petrol. When will they learn nuclear is the only option?"
"Nuc-a-what? Anyway, rumour has it it wasn't the petrol. Magical discharge from the palace." smiled Sheepy.
"Really?" said YH, smiling as someone of little plot importance passed him a beer. "Lord VemonByte being having a lot of problems with his magic, so they say."
Sheepy glanced at YH, curious.
"What? I watch the news!"cried YH, and downed the beer.
"So...VemonByte's got two deaths on his hands, as well as a destroyed bathroom..." mused Stryke, sipping his whiskey produced from a pocket.
"D'you think we should go and do something about this?" asked YH. "Do you remember what it was like to have magic, Stryke? I mean, REAL magic. Back in the old days.."
Stryke smiled breifly, a rarity.
" Yeah, I do. Let's go. Coming Sheepy?"
YH got up, and grabbed some spring rolls from a passing waiter. Sheepy nodded, and kissed each of the women goodbye.
"Where do you get them from, Sheepy?" asked YH as they strode out. Sheepy shrugged.
"They come and go. I like the one in yellow at the moment."
"Don't you even know their names!?" said Stryke, confused.
"Names are for relationships."
They walked out, and got into the Escort.
"You still cruising around in this piece of crap?" Sheepy looked disgusted.
YH shook his head, and drove off in the direction of the palace, looming over the murky skyline..
*PLEASE NOTE-ALL CREDIT FOR AMUSING TITLE GOES TO GRIX THRAVES*
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Stryke took another swig of whisky. He closed his eyes and sighed as the cool liquid travelled down his body, and damaged his liver. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good, but he didn’t care.
He stepped out from the bar, which he also knew as home, and was greeted by the evil stench of pollution. He walked down the busy streets, full of all kinds of people, most of them in rags. He was used to it by now though. The drink, drugs, prostitution, illness-it was just a daily occurrence. He heard a strange grunt from an alley, and glanced towards it’s source. He regretted it, and quickly carried on his way.
“Hey, Stryke! Over here!”
Stryke looked to his left, and saw Your Honour sitting in a Ford Escort on the side of the road. He hurried over to him, struggled to open the extremely rusty door and joined YH.
“You still got one of these? Everyone’s going round in those hover-carts now, why don’t you ya old fart?”
“Those hover-carts use petrol as well.” YH said a matter-of-factly.
“And?”
“Well, I’d prefer to be down here on the ground if I run out.” He replied, bluntly.
YH started the engine.
10 minutes later…
The car revved up, and they finally got away.
“You been watching the news?” Stryke asked between gulps of whiskey.
“Nah, I prefer Robots From Hell.”
“Well, Lord VenomByte’s planning some sort of expedition.” Stryke told him.
“Really? Where to?”
“Dunno, but I heard it’s somewhere dangerous, and he wants to try and find this necklace. It’s all powerful or something. Supposedly, his magic skills have been waning as of late. He tried to clean the whole palace using magic the other day, and ended up destroying the bathroom.”
“Oh, right. Well, I would watch the news to hear more about it, but today’s Robots From Hell is about Tony Rainbird’s experience with a rebellious 220-Series. Very interesting…”
They continued to drive through the bustling city, not knowing exactly where they were going. Fortunately, before they had driven up to the huge impending hole in the road which they had no idea was there, something caught their attention. A big crowd was gathering around something…or someone. Smoke was coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t a fire.
“Wanna check it out?” YH asked.
Stryke nodded, and as the Escort coughed to a stop, they jumped out and headed over to…whatever was going on over there.
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Stryke took another swig of whisky. He closed his eyes and sighed as the cool liquid travelled down his body, and damaged his liver. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good, but he didn’t care.
He stepped out from the bar, which he also knew as home, and was greeted by the evil stench of pollution. He walked down the busy streets, full of all kinds of people, most of them in rags. He was used to it by now though. The drink, drugs, prostitution, illness-it was just a daily occurrence. He heard a strange grunt from an alley, and glanced towards it’s source. He regretted it, and quickly carried on his way.
“Hey, Stryke! Over here!”
Stryke looked to his left, and saw Your Honour sitting in a Ford Escort on the side of the road. He hurried over to him, struggled to open the extremely rusty door and joined YH.
“You still got one of these? Everyone’s going round in those hover-carts now, why don’t you ya old fart?”
“Those hover-carts use petrol as well.” YH said a matter-of-factly.
“And?”
“Well, I’d prefer to be down here on the ground if I run out.” He replied, bluntly.
YH started the engine.
10 minutes later…
The car revved up, and they finally got away.
“You been watching the news?” Stryke asked between gulps of whiskey.
“Nah, I prefer Robots From Hell.”
“Well, Lord VenomByte’s planning some sort of expedition.” Stryke told him.
“Really? Where to?”
“Dunno, but I heard it’s somewhere dangerous, and he wants to try and find this necklace. It’s all powerful or something. Supposedly, his magic skills have been waning as of late. He tried to clean the whole palace using magic the other day, and ended up destroying the bathroom.”
“Oh, right. Well, I would watch the news to hear more about it, but today’s Robots From Hell is about Tony Rainbird’s experience with a rebellious 220-Series. Very interesting…”
They continued to drive through the bustling city, not knowing exactly where they were going. Fortunately, before they had driven up to the huge impending hole in the road which they had no idea was there, something caught their attention. A big crowd was gathering around something…or someone. Smoke was coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t a fire.
“Wanna check it out?” YH asked.
Stryke nodded, and as the Escort coughed to a stop, they jumped out and headed over to…whatever was going on over there.
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