“Sir! We have a situation in the Hog Sector!” the young private rushed to his commanding officer, reporting the trouble on South Bedford. “A patrol has sighted a run away, number 198.”
“198?” The officer turned to the private; he had a most disturbed look on his face. “I want the sector on a lockdown immediately! We can’t let him get away from us this time!” The distressed officer jumped from his seat and slammed the office door open. He made his way to the telecom station. “We have a situation people, code orange; I want squads one, two, and three on standby ASAP.”
The small military complex was in chaos. Soldiers rushed from one end to the next, almost trampling anyone in their way. In the garages were the squads, lining up in order beside their vehicles, military standard Armored Personnel Carriers. They stood facing straight at the garage doors, waiting if they would be opened or not for deployment.
“What about Wolf?” Isabella had never been so excited in her life, having had her dream of being a fugitive come true.
“He’ll be fine, he’s been in tougher situations before,” Kimao ran amazingly fast for a man of his age.
They were running along the bay area, a beautiful sunrise in the backdrop. Walker kept fairly silent through out; he had a lot on his mind as it is.
“There’s a patrol up ahead,” Kimao then slipped into a small alley to hideout. The others followed.
“So where are we even going Kimao?” Walker was panting out of tiredness.
“You will know soon enough, Wolf will be awaiting us at our final destination hopefully.”
“Destination? Final?” Isabella was literally confused.
“Silence! We can’t be heard, the entire Arcadian army should be on our tails by now!”
“But we’re not criminals! What do they want with us?” Isabella exclaimed, ignoring the silence.
“Not you, but they are worried about Wolf.”
“Wolf? What do they want with him?”
Kimao had a bunch of explaining to do as he had figured.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
“Sir! We have a situation in the Hog Sector!” the young private rushed to his commanding officer, reporting the trouble on South Bedford. “A patrol has sighted a run away, number 198.”
“198?” The officer turned to the private; he had a most disturbed look on his face. “I want the sector on a lockdown immediately! We can’t let him get away from us this time!” The distressed officer jumped from his seat and slammed the office door open. He made his way to the telecom station. “We have a situation people, code orange; I want squads one, two, and three on standby ASAP.”
The small military complex was in chaos. Soldiers rushed from one end to the next, almost trampling anyone in their way. In the garages were the squads, lining up in order beside their vehicles, military standard Armored Personnel Carriers. They stood facing straight at the garage doors, waiting if they would be opened or not for deployment.
“What about Wolf?” Isabella had never been so excited in her life, having had her dream of being a fugitive come true.
“He’ll be fine, he’s been in tougher situations before,” Kimao ran amazingly fast for a man of his age.
They were running along the bay area, a beautiful sunrise in the backdrop. Walker kept fairly silent through out; he had a lot on his mind as it is.
“There’s a patrol up ahead,” Kimao then slipped into a small alley to hideout. The others followed.
“So where are we even going Kimao?” Walker was panting out of tiredness.
“You will know soon enough, Wolf will be awaiting us at our final destination hopefully.”
“Destination? Final?” Isabella was literally confused.
“Silence! We can’t be heard, the entire Arcadian army should be on our tails by now!”
“But we’re not criminals! What do they want with us?” Isabella exclaimed, ignoring the silence.
“Not you, but they are worried about Wolf.”
“Wolf? What do they want with him?”
Kimao had a bunch of explaining to do as he had figured.