Flakkky
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- Posted: Tue, 15 Jun 2010 21:21:34 +0000
INTRO
It was early morning and Earl was enjoying his breakfast in his home at Phoenix, Arizona. He then received a call and listened to its frantic message.
Earl then yelled "WHAT THE HELL!"
It was high noon in the desert close to Las Vegas and Earl Thompson and his team was investigating this early morning activities at a Dream Walker Detention Facility, Maxwell. His team was part of a secret government agency who is a major part of the search and capture of the Dream Children. He had rode a private jet from Phoenix to Las Vegas, Nevada and rushed to get to the Detention Facility only to see it in ruins and the army there just many hours too late.
To walk into one of the two facilities that hold these children and find the place a bloody wreck did not make his day. Worst of all, the media will be on it soon like stinking buzzards. The best they could do was close off the area and give some Politically Correct Lies. In the mean time, while the Governor is dealing with the media and having fun twisting the story and such, his team is left to clean the mess and some.
"Anderson!" Earl yelled and one of the men dressed in black like him and others ran over. In the mean time, Earl lowered down and picked up a severed arm cut above the elbow. He examined it and noticed the cut was so clean its nearly impossible, nearly. He dropped it on the floor as Anderson ran over.
"Yes Director!" Anderson came over and stood at ready, in his hands he was holding a person's leg and forgot to let go. When he noticed it he dropped it to the ground and fidgeted about. He was young and new to the Agency and seeing all this blood was only the introduction.
"Can you explain to me why the military was so late to get here?" The Director asked.
"There was a rebellion by the kids within the facility and that seemed to be the only activity of the day. When everything was settled, there was a birthday party for five men with the same birthday. They held it at the early morning thinking that it was the best time to leave their posts and well, they celebrated quite loudly." Anderson informed him.
The Director glared at the younger agent as if it was his fault but then he turned away and spat on the ground. "So, while all this was going on, the Military base happened to have a birthday party that lasted to oh...five in the morning. And best yet, from three to four o' clock, men and women in black robes with assault rifles, and freaking Rocket launchers waltz into the Detention Facility and shot up the place?! And what the hell is this, its someone's leg chopped clean off! Not only was the military absent, but the freaking Dreamer's were fighting the battle themselves while all the guards were slaughtered like lambs!"
Anderson winced but he continued on. "Sir, a lot of the soldiers tested positive for drugs."
"Positive? They were smoking in there!" The director roared, or they could have been doing many other things.
"No, they said it was the Fruit Punch someone brought in, it tasted weird but nobody suspected anything." Anderson watched as the Director stared at him with a slack jaw. The Director, Earl then stood up and looked around at the facility. The site was heavily damaged by explosives, burnt and inside the walls were gutted. Not only that but bodies from both sides were littered all over the place including limbs and the blood recently dried as well.
"So, during this chaos...do you think the children escaped into Las Vegas?" Earl asked, quite calm and somewhat tired.
"Looks like it." Anderson confirmed.
Earl sighed, took out a cigarette and lit it. He took in a long drag before blowing the puff out. "I'll call the Secretary of Defense, in the mean time, get some of our best men and women in that city and search for those children. We're going to find each and every one of them, and send them to the Alaska Facility. Once we got them over there, hell, by the time they're 18 they're practically ready for the front-lines."