Chapter 2
TERRIST ATTACKS THE UK AND HEAD OF MILITARY INTELAGENCE HAS GATHERED FOR THE SEVENTH
COBRA MEETING!
One thousand miles away near Greenwich sat a man with blond hair and brown eyes. He was 6 ft. 2 and was very sad. A boy who looked so so similar to him had died a few days ago and it had been on the news.
"John?" A man with similar looks asked and slightly older asked.
"He's dead." Was the dead reply.
"Yes, he was a very good boy." The man replied.
"But he should've grown to be older than I!" then the tears started and the man, Zack Hunter Rider, nodded and brought his boy into his arms.
"I may be twenty years older than you John, but Riders will always have the last WORD." Zack said and John nodded and stood up.
"Gear up Dad; we have revenge up in the near future."
"That's my boy."
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-Russia- unknown place-
- Three weeks later-
He laid on the bed a bandage over his heart and he lay as if dead, but the beep... Beep... Beep, beep, beep, was heard to know that indeed the person was alive.
Than it flat lined, and the man and another man rushed in.
"Sashka, please!" the younger man pleaded.
A/N: YES! I have updated! Please review! I thought I was going to do another one shot, but then I decided to continue with WORDS
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