Thanks for all the follows, everyone!
I sat there, thinking to myself, what do I do about the Quick-Fix? I then remembered the wireless switch I had in my backpack. When I activated it, it would blow my basement to smithereens. My hand slowly descended towards the lever, and I flipped it. There, if all goes well, the Quick-Fix and my dangerous projects should be dust.
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I was bored, I even started juggling bonesaws when one almost cut my face off, until I noticed the Television sitting in the corner. Damn... That thing looked 20 years old. I walked over to it, and turned it on, to see static. I slapped the side a few times, and it showed a spotty news show, with my pre-Medic face next to the reporter, who was standing in front of a smoking crater, with piles of debris all over the place. The object that caught my eye was the black body bag, sitting a few feet from the reporter. "It appears that Suzanne Smith was brutally stabbed, and then caught in the explosion that destroyed this house. The only person we can name to this murderous feat, is Harley Smith. His body was nowhere on the scene, so we can only assume that he is still in the district. That's all here in Teufort, back to you Samuel." My jaw dropped, I was now wanted in my home town...
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I slept on the couch that night, to only wake up to the sound of a shotgun being cocked, and I then felt the barrel nudge my head.
"WHY ARE YOU ASLEEP, MAGGOT? YOU SHOULD BE IN YOUR HEALING ROOM FOR NURSES!"
I looked up to see a man in a red military uniform with a helmet covering his eyes. I jumped up and walked off to the Medibay, well, I assume he was talking about there, anyway. I took a detour to the room labeled MEDIC and picked up my things, and jumped out the window. A rocket flashed by my face, and I heard an angry voice behind me.
"THIS IS OUR TERRITORY, YOU MAGGOT SPY! IF YOU WANT TO BE HERE, PREPARE TO MEET MY ROCKETS!"
I had a flashback, of me grabbing a pair of steel reinforced boots, labeled 'Gunboats, built for Rocket-Jumping' that seemed good for dealing with explosions.
He shot another rocket at me, and I jumped just as the rocket landed near me, and I flew towards a wall covered with Builders League United signs, and SPLAT! I smacked into the wall, and hit the ground with a significant thud. He shot a rocket that was glowing red, and was moving a bit faster than usual. I decided not to jump on that one, as it looked suspicious. I ran to the side, and saw the rocket hit the wall. And it didn't do anything. Seriously? Is this wall made of some sort of invincible material? I kept running until I hit something invisible. Great, now invisible material. Wait, this one isn't invincible though, so I shoved it hard to hear a startled yelp. I saw some smoke, and, wait... I recognize this guy, I planted my boot in his face earlier yesterday.
"What business did you have at my house last night?" I planted my boot on his chest firmly. He opened his mouth, closed it again, and shook his head. "That is an interesting question Monsieur, as I was at home last night."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU IDIOT SPY!" Neither of us knew who he was talking to, until I saw another red-glowing rocket flying at us. In a last ditch attempt to stop the rocket, I roundhouse-kicked the rocket out of the sky.
"Soldier, you IMBECILE! You almost killed me with your stupidity!" The man glares at 'Soldier.'
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU ARE ARE SCARED OF ROCKETS, MAG-" The rocket had landed next to him, and it was still live. And it had hit a solid surface. BLAM! I flinched back when I saw Soldier's guts smack into the wall next to me. And then tripped when I realized that the other man wasn't on the ground. Didn't Heavy call him Spy? I'll call him that. But where is he?
"AAGGHH!" My vision went dark as a knife entered my back.