This is the third chapters so far. I have other chapters prepared, and the storyline becomes different in the eigth chapter, so for people who are getting tired of the First Blood storyline, don't worry. It WILL change.
Chapter Three
Drago watched the police car start driving back. How dare he insult me! Why should I obey him. This is a free planet, I can do whatever I want! Who cares if he doesn't like me, I wanna live my life my way! Drago straightened out his jacket collar, put his hands in his pocket, and started calmly walking across the bridge.
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Lombardi calmly drove across the bridge. Thank God that bitch is gone! I can't wait to get back to the station! It was near Yule, and all of the officers were going hold a pre-yuletide party. Yes, the beer, the cigars, and some of the marijuana we obtained from busted drug dealers. It'll all be great. Just great.
Lombardi looked at his rear-view mirror, which revealed the hitchhiker was following him back across. God damn it, here we go again! Lombardi backed up to next to Drago.
"Hey you! Go to Corneria City!"
The hitchhiker just kept walking. Lombardi performed a 90 degree turn and blocked the road.
"Hey, let me see some ID!"
The hitchhiker still walked, nearing Lombardi's car. Lombardi jumped out and walked toward the hitchhiker.
"Let me see some ID please"
Lombardi went to grab him but the guy hit the arm away.
"Hey! Alright, you're under arrest!"
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Drago glared at the policeman. He shouldn't treat me that way. I'm a vet, I should get some 'spect.
"Put the hands on the car."
"Fuck you."
The cop grabbed Drago and threw him to the hood.
"I said, put the hands on the car."
Alright bitch, I'll do it.
Drago lay his hands on the hood.
"Now I'm gonna search you."
Oh shit, I hope he doesn't find it.
The cop felt around him and suddenly stopped, touching Drago's breast pocket.
"Oh, well what do we have here?"
Fuck. I'm screwed for sure now.
The cop pulled out a 14-inch long Cornerian Army standard-issue hunting knife, 10 of the inches being a blade, which he snuck in through airport security upon returning to the planet.
"What is this?"
"A knife."
"Well what's it used for?"
"Hunting stuff."
"Well what do ya hunt?"
"Dumbasses like you."
The cop took the knife and put it in his pocket. The next thing Drago knew, he was shoved into a cage in the backseat and was being driven to the Police Station.
Oh fuck! Why me?
