How Could This Happen To Me?

by DoubleD11798

*This is a SEQUEL to my other story, "The Perfect Weapon," so make sure you read that one first.* After the incidents at the convention center, Rage and the crew must now take on a new journey while Rage tries to understand his special ability. Rated M for language and violence.

1. They're Here

How Could this Happen to Me?

As Rage and his brother walked out of the room, they were rudely greeted by the site of thousands of police officers with weapons drawn at the crew.

Rage: Hollow?

Hollow: They showed up here just a minute ago.

Everyone in the crew was standing with their weapons aimed at the officers.

Chief Police Officer: I am going to say this only once. Surrender yourselves, and lower your weapons. If you do not comply, we will be forced to-

Suddenly, a helicopter lowered between the crew and the police through an opening in the convention center…It was an American helicopter.

It landed, and a man in a camouflage outfit stepped out. He was chewing on a cigar in his mouth.

The American: That won't be necessary, my friend.

Chief Police Officer: And who the hell are you?

The American: I am General Shinkle from the United States of America.

Fluke: An American!?

Police Officer: What the bloody hell are the Americans doing here?

General Shinkle: I'm here to stop you from killing these men.

Chief Police Officer: You have no authority here, General. If I were you, I'd move on out of here.

General Shinkle: Was that a threat I just heard?

More American soldiers climbed out of the helicopter with assault rifles in their arms.

General Shinkle: You wouldn't attack an American citizen, now, would you?

Police Chief Officer: There are no American citizens here.

Tyde: Umm...hi, scary British officer.

General Shinkle: Now, if you would excuse us, I will be taking this American and his companions away from this danger. They've gone through enough Hell for one day.

The general turned to the crew.

General Shinkle: Now, I'd suggest getting in that heli if you want to get the hell away from them.

Rage: Hollow?

Hollow: Don't fucking look at me. YOU said that YOU were the leader. Go ahead Queen Rage.

Rage: Fucking hell…yes, we'd be happy to accompany you…General…what was it?

General Shinkle: Shinkle.

Then the crew climbed into the American heli. As the soldiers and the general got back in, the helicopter lifted off.

Chief Police Officer: I'll have them in our custody when I talk to your superior!

General Shinkle: Sure, you will, Bitch.

Then the chopper took off into the British skies.