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Author Topic: Highler Ridge :: The Experimental City [Problem Solved]  (Read 25588 times)

"Well, at least my Lambor is oka-" I look at a scratch, "Fuuuuuu."

"Shut up, it's a scratch," I say slightly jokingly, slightly irritated. "And if you have a Lamborghini you have the money to repair it."

"You're concerned about A loving SCRATCH," I say, glaring at him. "I NEARLY BROKE MY loving SHOULDER CHASING THESE starfishS, AND YOU'RE CONCERNED ABOUT A SCRATCH? I don't know about you, with your inherited position, but I had to earn my loving job," I say, pointing at my so-called commanding officer. "I didn't get this Aventador for free, I didn't get this gear for free, I didn't get where I am in life for free. So you need to get your loving priorities straight, before I set them for you. Get your bloody head in the game."

After fleeing from the scene, I steal a bike and pedal away.

I cross my arms and glare at Commander Franc.

I look speechless, I finally talk "Was kidding. I earned this position, because my loving father thought I should have it, throughout my other 5 siblings." I stand, "Want me to drive you to the hospital, you look in pain."

I do death stare a Gojira and kills him.

I look speechless, I finally talk "Was kidding. I earned this position, because my loving father thought I should have it, throughout my other 5 siblings." I stand, "Want me to drive you to the hospital, you look in pain."

I do death stare a Gojira and kills him.
"I think she's intact enough to drive herself to the hospital."

I pick up the radio's mic, "Dispatch give us an ambulance." I walk back to the SWAT peoples, "No need."

I pick up the radio's mic, "Dispatch give us an ambulance." I walk back to the SWAT peoples, "No need."
"Whatever."
I mutter something, sounding rather frustrated.

"My arm is fine, Commander," I say, the last word an insult. I grab my shoulder, rubbing it. To be honest, I was in a lot of pain. Every movement in my shoulder hurt like hell, and while I could retain my full 360* of motion in my arm, I could barely hold up my gun without shaking. I turn away from all of them, leaning on my car.

"Who wants to buy some weeeeeeeed?" says a random black hobo.


"God damn it. I need something to help me be less pissed."

"take a chill pill and smoke some weed"

"You kidding me?" I frown, "Alexia, you are one of the greatest people I met, and you can barely hold you gun. You just need a checkup." Barely notice my voice getting high, so I calm down.

"Okay," I look at everyone, "Someone go over the radio and say that a man that is called Max is on the run, they should know from prison files." I look to Alexia, "Get fixed up." I sigh, "We all got a mission tonight."