This story is basically from the movie Hunt to Kill with Stone Cold Steve Austin.
Disclaimer - I do not own the movie Hunt to kill, nor do I own any of the characters. I merely just wrote the movie a little differently and switched a character for one of my own.
I hope you all enjoy it!
Texas - Somewhere near the border.
An abandoned construction complex with an old rusted looking trailer centered in the middle of the site. All was quite, except for the slight movement from the border control agent perched on top of one of the hills, over looking the site with his sniper rifle in hand as he checks out the property.
The Agent: Brandon Rhodes, 23 years old. His oval shaped faced peered through the scope of his rifle to slowly scan the area for any type of movement. When he slowly pulled back away, his facial features finally coming into view. Showing off his healthy golden-brown complexion and his piercing almond-shaped brown eyes. His lip were thin and his full chestnut brown hair was chopped and gelled in a slight spiky way. Brand was also sporting a neatly-trimmed mountain man beard.
The clothing that he wore over his average, yet muscular frame was consistent with the usual looking border control rough duty uniform. Green cargo trousers and a long sleeved work shirt with the logo of the United States Border Patrol patch on his left arm. And last but not least, he wore black combat boots on his feet.
"There it is at 1100." Rhodes softly informs no one while he lifted up his rifle once again to peer into the scope of his weapon. "Doesn't look like much, but our informant swears it's a clearinghouse for human trafficking."
Brandon lowers his weapon as he takes in a deep breath, scanning with his own eyes without any form of enhanced vision to look around the site. Letting out the breath he seemed to be holding in before he turned around towards his truck, where his partner/mentor and friend sat in the front seat looking though binoculars at the complex.
The Partner: Lee Davis, 45 years old. Lowering his field glasses, revealing his clean shaven skin, oval shaped face that was showing some a bit of wrinkles that outed his age. His small grey eyes were warm and cool. Showing off the he was a friendly man. Lee had thin lips that held a small smile as he looked over at his partner, causing his semi-long straight salt and pepper hair to move a bit. His clothing was one in the same as his young partner Brandon.
"Still no movenment." Brand reports as he moves to stand behind the open drivers side door.
"Yeah. Looks like a whole bunch of nothing." Replies Lee softly, lifting his binoculars back up to focus on the same area he has been staring at for the better part of an hour.
Rhodes looked into the vehicle a moment before turning back to his place of interest, raising up his rifle to look through the scope once again. "Yeah well, forget about what it looks like."
"Yeah, I know. But it looks like an empty trailer. Don't be so uptight."
"I'm not uptight. Just not interested in taking a digger because we broke protocol."
Lee lowered his binoculars once again as a thought came into his mind. "Remember what it was like before your mother took off and stuck you with your sister?"
"Pshh." Brandon scoffed, turning his head to look at his partner. "Stuck ain't the word."
"Knockin' down doors, bangin' skulls." His partner ranted, moving his hand to emphasize what he was listing off. "Man, you were so...mm, focused." He turned his head to glance at Rhodes. "Remember? Before the promotion?"
"You try and raise a little girl on your own, watch how your priorities change." Brand challenged, looking at Lee in the eyes. "You know, you might just find yourself staring at a promotion. And you know what? You'd take it." A sly smile forms on his lips as he watched Davis intently.
"Yeah, well...speaking of promotion," Lee begins digging into one of his pockets before pulling out a poorly wrapped present with newspaper serving as the paper. He holds it up to Brandon. "congratulations, big dog."
Rhodes looks at the gift a moment, surprised before setting down his rifle, letting it lean up against the truck as he takes the present. "Lee I-Don't-Have-Feelings Davis bought me a gift?"
Lee chuckles before nodding his head slightly. "Just open it." He says shaking his head a bit before looking out his window while Brandon begins to open up his gift. "I still can't believe you're going."
Once he had the gift open, he pulled out a silver watch with climbing rope weaved to form the wrist band. "You son of a bitch. A watch."
"Not just any watch too." Lee grins, leaning on the center divider of the truck then pointing at the watch. "The band alone can be unraveled and used in a case of emergencies."
"What kind of emergencies?"
Davis shrugs some. "You know, like when you're at your new job, at your new desk, and you watch the minutes tick by-tick tick tick tick tick-and you're saying to yourself, 'I wanna hang myself from boredom,' that's when you can use it." He chuckles before looking back out at the large lot.
"You're a real class act, you know that?" He asks as he pockets the watch, instead of putting it on.
"Yeah, I know it." He lifts up his binoculars to gaze inside before lowering them down. "Hey, loosen up. Check it, check it, check it. Hmm."
From within the trailer, both Brand and Lee took notice to the slight movement that went on inside the small building. Obviously, letting Rhodes know there was a good possiblity that someone was inside.
Rhodes, removes his radio from his belt and lifts it up to his mouth. "Twenty seven, come in. Over."
"We got you, twenty seven. Over." A male voice filtered back through the radio.
"Requesting backup."
"Ten-four. We have your position via GPS. Sending units Lima and Bravo."
As the man responded to the request, Lee groaned, turning his head towards his friend. "Aw, man."
"Ten-four. Thanks." Rhodes appreciated, placing his radio back in its place on his belt.
"Don't call for back-up to help us clear an empty trailer." Lee sighs. "Wh-why would you do that? Shit. I'm going." He smiles over at Brandon before opening his door and climbing out.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Hold on." Stopping his partner before he was able to completely get out. The two looked at one another for a moment. "We don't know shit about what's going on inside that place."
"Brandon, it's probably empty." Lee tries convincing him. "Look, let's just move on. It's a cakewalk. I'll be easy."
"No." Rhodes shakes his head while looking back at the trailer. "Ain't nothing easy out here. You know that."
"Brando, I won't accept anything less than a full-scale motherfucking knockdown, just me and you." A smirk playing on Lee's lips as his face brightened up at seeing his younger partner smile at the thought alone. "You got it? Let's go."
With that said, Lee climbed out of the truck, shutting the door before moving to the back seat door and pulling it open to grab his own weapon; Heckler & Koch MP5 sub-machine gun while Johnny watched him for a few moments as he thought about what to do.
Finally, after a few moments of thinking, Brandon finally smiled and nodded his head, grabbing his own Heckler from the back once he placed his rifle in the truck. "You know, it would be kind of fun."
"Amen." He said shutting the door and taking a few steps towards the front of the truck. "Are you ready to have some fun?"
"I got your six."
The two started to move down the hill one at a time, covering ground quickly as they made their way to every cover point before making it to the trailer. Once they made it to the trailer, Lee moved up the three steps to the door, counting silently to three before pulling the door open and moving out of the way, letting Rhodes lead the way inside. Lee immediately following him inside.
The search throughout the small trailer didn't take too long. It was empty. Just like Lee had predicted. Inside, though, the tables were covered with pills and other types of drugs and chemical material as well as a whole lab set on another table.
"Holy shit." Lee expressed looking at the chemistry set that was right in front of him. "Would you look at all this? I just saved us six hours of AM radio. You're welcome." He said giving Brandon a pat on the shoulder before turning around and walking towards the door.
Rhodes watched his partner a moment before pulling his radio from his belt once more. "Yeah, twenty seven, we got an abandoned meth lab out here. Send out a HAZMAT unit. This place is a toxic dump." He explained while looking around then putting the radio back in its place.
"You know, there is a thing called being overly cautious." Lee informed then walking out the door. "You should listen to me more often. I'm full of helpful little tips." He then turns his head to glance at Rhodes who was standing just off to the side of him. "Are you gonna get the car, or am I?"
"You know, I just thought of something."
"Well, a little late for that now, pal." He retorts before moving back to the opened door to the trailer, moving inside before suddenly being shot by a shotgun a mere few feet away. He flew back into the wall in a bloodied heap.
"Lee!"
Rhodes rushed inside cautiously as he could before becoming locked in a gun fight between two Mexican drug dealers who had been hiding in a crawl space under the floor boards. He quickly was able to take down both suspects using only two shots. One for each of them.
Moving further inside the trailer, stopping suddenly when more gun fire came from underneath the floor. Fire breaks out behind him as some chemicals exploded with the new gunfire. Seeing the hollowed piece of floor board, Rhodes quickly fired two more shots down into it. "Throw out your weapon now!" He repeated his demand once more as fire began to spread throughout the trailer.
"All right, all right." A male voice said, slowly opening up the board and tossing out his weapon before standing up with his arms up. "Don't shoot."
Brandon quickly kicked the man's weapon off to the side while still holding his own directly at the criminal. He grabbed him, pulling him out of his little hole before pushing him up against one of the wall about to arrest him.
"I never forget a face, amigo." The criminal taunted.
"Yeah, dream on, amigo." Brand replied, reaching behind to his cuffs trying to get them out.
Just as he removed the cuffs from its holster, the man whirled around with a knife in his hand, stabbing Rhodes just under his vest line and into the lower abdomen. Brand dropped to one knee in pain as he held his wound. His cuffs, weapon and wallet all drop in the process. The man grabbed the weapon off the floor, holding it on the border patrol agent.
"Oh." The guy opened it up and looked inside to see Rhodes license and a picture of his younger sister. "Ah. I know where you live now." He says holding up the wallet to show Brandon before it was pulled away. The criminal looked inside the wallet once again, this time taking notice of a picture of a young teen girl inside. "Is that your girlfriend? Sister?" He smiled looking back at him with a smile. "Oh, she's pretty. I'm gonna pay her a visit after I kill you."
"Yeah, fuck you."
The man was just about to pull the trigger when a gunshot rang out and the guy's head ripped opened, causing his body to go limp then fall to the floor. Brandon turned to see his gunned down partner holding up his weapon. A bit of relief washed over Rhodes in that moment.
"Hang on!" He calls over as he begins to get himself up off the dirty floor as the fire rages on and the glass around them beginning so shatter. "Lee! I'm gonna get you outta here!"
"I'm done, man." Lee weakly replies, shaking his head a bit after spitting up a mouthful of blood. "Run, Brandon, run. It's gonna blow."
"Lee!"
The trailer begins to collapse as Lee leans over till he drops completely to the floor. Lee was dead. Brand looks a bit defeated but he turns himself around and moves towards the none burning side of the building and hurries towards the second door before getting it open and rushing out. He was able to get far enough away before the whole thing blew, sending him flying through the air then landing with a hard thud.
Lowery, Montana - Four years later.
Brandon Rhodes, slowly awakes in the middle of the woods to the sounds of crickets chirping. He looks down at the watch his good friend Lee Davis had given him, showing that it was 5am. He sits himself up and slowly begins to pack up all his things that he had camped out with over night.
Over the course of the four years since his friend and partner had been killed, some things had changed. One being the new location he was now currently working in. Patrolling the Canadian border and the fact that he was now sporting a clean shave. His clothing, no longer being the usual border control uniform but camouflage.
Taking his mechanical bow and arrows, putting them into a backpack then trying a rope to it before hoisting it up into the air so that no one could get to it. After that, he made his way back through the woods to where his truck was awaiting him out on the road.
Reno, Nevada - Abandoned Warehouse.
The sounds of filtered radio voices consisting of a male and female voice whom could be heard describing a crime that had just taken place as a man sat behind many different types of monitors and screens, carefully listening to them report what was going on outside of his safe haven.
The Man: Geary, 35 years old. His thin oval shaped head constantly moving from looking at one monitor to another before looking down at the laptop in front of him. His blue almond-shaped eyes peered through the funny looking glasses he wore while typing something quickly. His hair was short, messy and a reddish brown color that was receding back. He had a neatly trimmed goatee.
His clothing was nothing more than a multicolored sweater and a pair of blue denim jeans with high top sneakers on his feet.
"All units, all units, code two." The female dispatcher's voice filtered through the radio. "Repeat, all units, code two. Report of an armed robbery at Palacio Casino on Vista Boulevard. Respond."
"Dispatch, Carlie 428. We're 958. A possible Palacio 909 suspect. Vehicle is a dark blue van-Nevada plate 296N2H. Repeat, in pursuit. Possibly up to five suspects, all armed." A male officer's voice filtered a response.
"Acknowledged, 428."
As the two voices over the radio continued to speak to one another, Geary typed into his computer, pulling up a Voice Modification program that was recording each voice. Once the sync was complete, he grabbed his own radio and did what he was suppose to do. "428, this is Northwest Dispatch. Ten-nineteen. Repeat, ten-nineteen." Geary's voice mimicking the dispatchers.
"Northwest Dispatch, this is Charile 428. Can you repeat?" The officer requested.
"Ten-nineteen, 428." Geary repeated into his radio. "Ten-nineteen, 428. Disregard pursuit and return to station until advised further."
"Copy, Northwest Dispatch. 428 is Ten-nineteen."
Once he was able to stop the officer in pursuit, he dropped the radio and grabbed his cell phone, dialing a number and held it up to his ear. "Hey, Lawson, it's Geary."
"It worked." A male filtered voice asked over the phone.
"Yeah."
"He's turning now. We're heading to you now."
"All your roads are clear." Geary reports as he looks at one of the monitors. "Proceed from A to F without resorting to B,C,D or E. PS, tell Crab he may be charming, but he's still a complete fuck-up. Yeah, I'll see you in a few." Geary then hangs up the phone, spinning around in his chair while holding a stun gun in his hand. Pressing the button, making it crackle. "Now that is the most beautiful sound in the world. Pull off a perfect heist-it's all about the opposite of nothing. You have to believe they just want to give you the money."
He picks up a green apple then leans back in his chair, taking a big bite out of it as one of the warehouses garage doors starts to open. Revealing a dark blue van pulling in and stopping. It caused him to quickly get up, removing his dorky glasses and tossing them to the side before taking a few steps forwards as he waits for the van to come to a complete stop. The side doors both quickly open and two men hope out. One white and the other black.
The Black Man: Crab, 36 years old. His face was rounded as his big wide eyes looked around the warehouse happily. His black was short and simple looking. He was wearing a dark grey jumpsuit that was already half way off, revealing a dark suit underneath.
The White Man: Jensen, 39 years old. His face long and oval shaped while his eyes were small with the color of brown showing through. His hair was short almost like a buzz cut but long enough for it to be gelled into spikes. He was well built and wore a grey jumpsuit, just like Crab. His was half way open, revealing inside a red vest that looked to be those of a valet driver or bell boy.
Once they had placed their feet onto the cemete they turned around to help woman who was right behind them. All had smiles on their faces as they laughed about their success.
The Female: Dominika, 27 years old. Her face was heart-shaped, she had a fair complexion that glowed with a hint of pink in her cheeks. She had mesmerizing bright blue eyes that could make any man go weak in the knees. Her lushes lips were thin, yet full as she beamed with a smile that lit up the room, showing off her perfect white teeth. Dom's blond hair was long, layered and straight. Though, her hair was blond, she had brown eyebrows that just finished off her beautiful looks.
Like the men before her, she too was wearing a grey jumpsuit, slightly open to see a hint of some sort of sparkling dress underneath.
"Whoo! All about the Benjamin's, baby!" Crab cheered.
"All clear. My voice jammer worked perfectly. We will be on our way to California before they even realize what we've just pulled off." Geary said proudly, speaking quite highly of his program as the last two men made it out of the van. One from behind Dominika and the other from the drivers seat."And the best part: Millions in unregistered bearer bonds, all ours. And they say that professional gamblers are all degenerates." He continues on as he moves to a second van to retrieve champagne and glasses for all of them.
Third Man: Banks, 43 years old. His face was long and rounded, while his brown eyes were small. His hair was somewhat long and slicked back from his receding hair line, showing a large forehead. Long sideburns reaching down past his ears as he sported a moustache, a patch of hair under his bottom lip and a five o'clock shadow slowly forming a beard. He as well wore a jumpsuit, under was normal looking cloths compared to all the others.
Driver: Lawson, 56 years old. His face was small and rounded. His eyes were blue and small as his balding head with white hair that wrapped around his head. He also sported a white beard that allowed him to stand out amongst all the others. The moment he got out of the van, he began to remove the jumpsuit he was wearing. Under the jumper was a never nice looking suit.
A couple bags were placed on one of the tables as they all began removing their grey jumpers from the bodies, showing off the suits, bell boy, normal cloths and dress that they all were hiding underneath the ugly jumper suit.
"Don't celebrate yet. We're far from clear." Lawson stated looking over at Geary as he walked back over to the group.
"Ah, small technical technicality." Geary responds. "What took you guys so long?"
"Did you miss us, Geary?" Dominika asked with a playful smile on her face as she looked over at him.
"Little baby need his bottle, huh?" Crab asked overlapping Dom's voice a bit while stuffing his jumper into a black plastic bag as were the others.
"Hey, make fun of me all you want. If it wasn't for me, none of you would even know about the millions of dollars in unregistered bonds.'
"Jesus Christ, Geary. What do you want, a bloody medal?" Jensen asked in his British accent while Dominika moved behind him, helping him get out of his jumpsuit, seeing that he took a hit to the arm.
"A little respect would be nice."
"Oh, bite me."
"Enough." Lawson sternly says to the two as he dumps his own jumper into a plastic bag before tying it off. "You did good, Geary, All right?"
"Thank you very much, Mr. Lawson."
Banks, having kept to himself the whole time. Watching every ones movements before he snaked his way past the group and over to Lawson with the keys to the van in his hand.
"I'm gonna drop the van." Lawson said taking the keys from Banks.
"I thought I was dropping the van. Since when don't you trust me?" Banks asked, a smile creeping its way onto his face as he looked at the older gentlemen.
"Do you want to drop the van?" He asked raising his brows a bit while looking back at the younger man.
Banks laughs, taking a step back a bit. "Aw, fuck it. We did it. You son of a bitch." He then moves back in and hugs Lawson, who looks a bit surprised by the action but he didn't refuse it. "Oh, you son of a bitch!" Banks continues to laugh before letting him go.
"Besides, you've got what's most valuable to me right here." Lawson states before turning around to where Dominika was standing.
"Sounds like you love me, baby." She drawls out as she closes the side doors to the van after tossing the bags into the back as he moves up to her.
"Mm-hmm. Well, you're gonna find out how much I love you." Lawson says before leaning in and kissing the much younger woman, who kisses him back as Banks watches. In his eyes, you can tell he is jealous.
"Yo, Jensen." Geary's voice rang out before pointing towards the couple.
Jensen turned around, pulling a cigarette out of his mouth. "Will you two get a room?" The two then pull apart and separate, Lawson walking around to the drivers side while Dominika moves back away from the van. "Oi, Dom, what's it like shagging an old shoe?"
"Dusty." Crab responds with a laugh from the back.
Dominika chuckles a bit and walks over to Jensen, caressing his face. "You couldn't afford me."
Lawson then starts up the van, putting it into gear before pulling out of the warehouse, using his remote to close the garage behind him as he drives down the street, leaving the group alone.
"All right, everybody, get over here." Geary told them all. "I'd say a few words if I knew what to say. But I don't, so I won't. But I will say we did it."
Crab laughs walking up to the others. "Ten million dollars. I'd say that's a good day, y'all."
"Hey, Crab." Banks addresses, walking up to him.
"Yeah?"
"We need to talk." With that, Banks leads him off to the side so they could talk in private.
"Ooh, Crab's in trouble." Geary jokes, as Dominika laughs.
"Someones been a naughty boy." Jensen says overlapping Geary.
Once they were away from the group, Crab looked over at Banks already knowing what this was all about and wanted to be the first to admit that he knew he had screwed up. "Look-I know, I know. I-I lost my head back there." He says nodding his head some while in the background, he could hear the sound of a cork popping and Dominika's laughs. "It won't happen again."
"You're goddamn right it won't. Lawson might be the boss, but I'm the one who gets shit done." His words were soft but he also had a certain underlining tone in his voice to get his point across.
"Yeah, you got that right." Crab agreed, nodding his head.
"Alright, man."
"Okay."
Before Crab was able to officially walk away, Banks stops him once again. "Hey, did you lose something?" Crab stops and reaches behind his back, looking for something then drops his hands in defeat. Banks then pulls out a gun and hands it to him.
"Thanks, man."
The two then walk back over to the group as they all hand their glasses of champagne in their hands to celebrate. Two glasses are picked up and handed over to Banks and Crab by Dom before she picks up one for herself.
"Well, lads, we're gonna be rich." Jensen announces as they all surround a bag on the table.
"All right, who wants to do the honors, huh?" Geary asks, looking down at the bag before them.
Banks looks at everyone then looks straight across to Dominika. "Ladies first."
She smiles, setting down her glass of champane then taking the end of the bad and grabbing a hold of the zipper. "All right, guys." She says before unzipping it all the way, opening it up. She removes the white paper that was hoovering over everything then looks inside, seeing crumpled up old newspaper. She grabs it and pulls it out, revealing a bomb hooked up to a cell phone. This causes everyone but Jensen and Banks to move back.
"Oh shit!" Both Geary and Crab cry out in unison as they step back from the bomb.
"Those aren't bonds." Geary points out quickly.
"What the fuck?" Crab asks, trying to understand why there was a bomb in the bag and not the bonds before turning towards the garage doors and making a run for it.
Geary looks into the bag once more to make sure he say what he saw. "That's a bomb. If that fucking phone rings, we're dead."
"The fucking door's stuck!" Crab yelled as he trying every button the remote had to offer with no prevail.
"Where's the money?" Jensen asks calmly, sitting down on the table next to the bomb.
Banks who had been quite for the past few minutes had just put the pieces together, knowing that this was the work of Lawson. He turned his head to look over at Geary, holding up his right hand. "Geary, give me your knife."
"What are you gonna do with it?" When only receiving a look from Banks, he quickly dug into his pocket, pulling out his knife. "Okay."
When the knife was handed to him, Banks moved closer to the bomb and began to inspecting all the wires that were connecting the bomb to the phone.
"Don't ring. Don't ring, don't ring." Geary pleaded as he moved closer as well to the bag.
Jensen looked down at the bomb then up at Banks. "You sure you know what you're doing, Gov?"
Banks looks at him for a moment before looking over at the nervous Dominika, he takes in a breath before glancing back at all the wires, trying to determine which one needed to be cut in order to save their lives.
"We're gonna fucking die in here." Geary cried in a worried tone while picking at his lips with his thumb and index finger.
Crab who had been by the doors, slowly started to make his way back towards the group as Banks continued to study all the wires. There was a total of three all together.
"Okay, just-just-just wait." Geary quickly rushed over next to Banks, stopping him before he made a choice. "You don't know anything about diffusing bombs." This caused Banks to look up from the bomb and to him. "Yeah, okay. Just do it." Geary said backing away from him, closing his eyes tightly.
Banks returns his attention to the bomb, picking one of the wires up a bit, sliding the knife under it then taking a breath before quickly cutting it just as the phone starts to ring.
"Oh shit!" Geary yells out, jumping backwards along with Dominika who gasps at the sound.
"Fuck." Banks replies softly, shaking his head before picking up the phone, ripping all the cords away then answering the ringing phone. "Surprise." He drawls out in a menacing voice. "That's right. We're still here. So you know what that mean don't you?" Banks asks Lawson whose on the other end of the line. "You're dead, motherfucker. Dead." He then hangs up the phone, setting it down as they all begin to breath easier. "Son of a fucking bitch. That motherfucker."
Crab immediately walks up to Dominika, standing to her left, getting in her face a bit as she tries to clam her nerves down. "Were you in on this shit? Huh?"
Dom stands there for a minute, still calming down before turning her head a bit and looking at him from the corner of her eyes. "Fuck you."
"Well, you're his bitch."
She turns fully to stand in front of him before shoving him with her left hand. "Fuck you! He left me here to die with you guys." She said pointing at him before walking away. "I'll cut your fucking balls off, Crab." Dom makes her way over to Banks who is standing over by all the monitors. "Hey." She says softly, trying to get his attention. "Hey. Hey." She tries a couple more times, moving her hand through his hair a bit before he finally turns to look at her. "What are you gonna do about it?"
He turns away from her to look over at a sitting Geary, who is in turn looking back at him. "What are we gonna do, Banks?" He asks, holding onto the champagne bottle for dear life.
Banks looks at each of them a moment before returning his focus on Geary. "We're gonna get that motherfucker and we are gonna get our money back. Geary, the radio frequency tags-"He says turning around to look back at the monitors. "Call up his location on your doodad."
"Come on, he'd not gonna be that stupid to keep those tags."
"You're right. He won't keep any tags he knows about. " Banks replies triumphantly, causing them all to pause a moment in confusion.
"When you hugged him you planted a tag." Dominika quickly figuring it out before the others and voicing it out with a pleased smile on her face.
"You know something?" Banks asked turning to be face to face with her a moment then looking at the others. "That motherfucker had the gall to hug me back. That isn't right, man." He returned his full attention over to Dom, moving a bit closer and using his finger to caress her cheek. She looks a bit uncomfortable but it goes unnoticed by Banks.
"Let me do my magic." Geary said moving to one of his computers and typing away on the keyboard to pull up Lawson's location.
This was Chapter One, I hope you enjoyed it. Please review, I love getting feed back. Whether it's let me know my mistakes that way I can fix them and I also love getting input on what I should do with the Characters.
Author-Ashes2181