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Hillan
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Undisclosed Location – Dusk – Sometime during 2045
You gently open the door, notebook in hand. It's only you, and the man you're interviewing. You don't know his name, and you don't know what he used to be called. All you know is that he's the one who has the scoop on The Vanguard. And it's your chance, as a writer, to tell his story. You're anxious. Incredibly much so, in fact. Your hands tremble ever so slightly when you close the door behind you. The room's well lit, the fireplace lighting up the room and giving it a cozy and homey feeling.
You move towards the man, who's sitting with his back turned to you in a big chair, a glass of scotch in his hand. He signals for you to sit down next to him, on a similar chair. You sit down, pen and paper in hand. His hands are rough, like he's been using them all of his life, you can only imagine that it's the same kind of hands a knight had back in the medieval times. The man pours you a drink, you don't drink scotch usually, but his calm and confident aura, and thinking about how much you need this piece, makes you thank him for the drink, you take a sip off it, and find that it's the tastiest scotch you've ever had.
You look at his face, it's got a couple scars, his face is rough, but yet, he doesn't look older than 35. His hair is short, but still fairly stylish, in a kind of strawberry blond color. He wears a dress shirt, and a pair of matching pants and shoes, he looks comfortable, but still a little out of place in his clothes. He turns his eyes at you, the blue, almost gray-iris looking into yours, and you can see something in his eyes. Something you've never seen before. Then, his face cracks into a smile, as he opens up his mouth to speak. His voice is soothing as he says
"Hello. I'm Glad you wanted to see me."
You nod your head, thinking to yourself, why would he be the one to thank you? He's the one doing you a huge favor. "P-Pleased to meet you, sir."
"I take it you're not here to enjoy the fireplace, or to enjoy a nice bottle of scotch, now, are you?"
"N-No, sir. I'm here regarding the book about the Vanguard, sir." You say, motioning with your pen, making it obvious that you're here to take notes. The man let's out a soft chuckle. "Grand."
"So, shall we begin?" He said, refilling his glass. "It all began in 2013, that's quite some time ago, heh. A bank robbery had made the papers in Port City. But it wasn't just the average bank robbery, no, it was the nineth. They had hit banks in eight other cities before, across seven states before coming to Port City. They were called The Construction Crew, silly name, I know. But they were the real deal, hardened criminals, and they were dangerous.
Bank Of America – Port City: Business District – 1:49 A.M – 9th of September, 2013
The bank was silent, the only sound being the light taps of the 39 year old security guard, Mike Burtowski, walking with his newly polished shoes on the fine floor of the bank. He was listening to the newest album from Arcade fire on his ipod, naturally, with only one bud in his ear. Mike made the rounds around the front door, checked the offices, and checked the break-room, he only had to make it past the vault, before he could make it back to the security office, where there was a cup of coffee, some donuts, and the latest issue of 'Busty Asian Beauties" waiting for him.
Mike was humming with in the song, he wasn't really one for the indie scene, but ever since he was introduced to the band, he had been hooked. He casually walked towards the vault, where he heard a soft sound in the distance, like a mild buzz, almost like a bug buzzing on a window. He pulled the bud out of his hear, heading towards the sound, it came from the vault. He walked slowly, calmly, hunching down a little, his left hand on his gun in it's holster.
He headed towards the vault, but as he was about the enter, he hard a sound, from the staircase, diagonally above him. "Psst." And as he turned around, he saw a green light spark, with a light click, it looking like it came from a pair of goggles, before he could get his gun out of his holster, he heard a violent crash, from his right, followed by a sound that he associated with shooting bow and arrow back at summer camp, from when he was a kid. He felt a sharp piece of metal hit his arm, sending him off balance. And then from just outside the vault-room, he saw three more green-eyes lit up, followed by three more flicks, and sharp pieces of metal hitting him, one in his gut, on in his left thigh, one in his chest, Mike fell down to the ground, hemorrhaging, feeling the warmth and wetness of his own blood pooling around him, he heard footsteps, and inaudible words, that would've come from his assailants.
He saw a black boot, a typical worker boot on his left, followed by looking down the sights of what appeared to be a nailgun, before the last sound he would ever hear would echo, as the metal nail would be fired from the weapon.
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Port City: Harbor – Erin Baxters Apartment – 9:15 A.M
Jason softly opened his eyes, stretching a little bit, laying his arm around the College Freshman that he had spent the night with. She was a brunette, and into her second week of college. She was 5'6 tall, and she had a smoking body, she was smart, and she was funny, and just like Jason, she loved Dukes Of Hazard. A real catch, there was only one problem. Well, in fact, two problems. First, and foremost, Jason couldn't recall her name, and well, the second problem wasn't really relevant, so Jason's thoughts quickly went on to try and think of her name, she let out a soft groan as she woke up, her nails gently scratching Jason's chest, and ribs, before she opened her brown eyes.
She looked up at him, and smiled, stretching herself to kiss him. "Good morning" She said, as Jason smiled, and nodded in response, too occupied with trying to figure out her name to actually say something. The girl sat up in the bed, and put on her undergarments, and a T-shirt that was laying on the floor. "I'm going to take a shower. There's quick-coffee in the kitchen if you want to make some.. Or, you can always join me." She said, with a soft smile, Jason nodded "Yeah, gimme a minute." He said, sitting up in the bed, putting on his pants. Jennifer?... Jenny?.. Kristen? Vera?.. I really can't remember... He thought to himself,
As he got dressed, he heard a car-engine turn off outside of the bedroom window, and a car door slam. Followed by the shower being turned off, and the bathroom door opening. The girl came out, wearing only a towel, looking incredibly worried, like she wanted to yell, but she couldn't. "My Boyfriend's home early, crap, I thought he'd be away at bootcamp for the whole week. You've gotta get out, Jason, Jeff will kill you!"
Jason rubbed his head, Oh, right. Second problem. Her boyfriend's a gunnut and in a private militia.. And named Jeff.. Jeff and... Oh, shit, yeah! He thought to himself, as he smiled, "Don't worry, Erin. I'll be fine." He said, putting on his T-shirt, and buttoning his pants, quickly putting on his converse over his feet. Erin was trying to rush him out of the apartment, before Jeff could make it up the stairway, but just as Jason was about the leave the bedroom, he saw his hat laying on the pillow. Jason quickly grabbed it, revealing underneath a set of handcuffs. He chuckled to himself, put the cap on, and walked towards the door, gave Erin a kiss goodbye, only to hear the knob on the door turn. Jason quickly dashed to the side, into the living room, to the open window, where he threw himself off onto the fire-escape. Hanging onto the fire-escape with one hand, quickly grabbing hold with the other one, swinging himself onto the platform below.
Once on the ground, he picked up his phone, making sure he had Erin's number. "Handcuff girl is now changed to Erin – The Handcuff Girl. Ya'll in this city's crazy." He said ,with a smile on his face, heading back to his apartment, where he'd take a shower before his class would start at eleven, well, the class he was gonna go to, at least.
