Chapter 23: New Identity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Chapter 22: New Identity

Under an overpass, Sara and Racheal hide as a tank rolls by.

Great, so that Gunther guy even has tanks?!

"...Sara, what will we do now?" Racheal asks, a miserable look on her face.

Sara gives her a concerned look.

"Are you alright, Racheal?"

"It's just that... all of these things you've gone through, what the Director you're talking about has done... how are we going to deal with them?"

"I was hoping you had an idea for a way out of town. I'm trying to reach Florida." She pauses.

"Are there any airports?"

Racheal nods. "But remember, the military is everywhere. But, I think we COULD take the train."

Sara nods. "Sounds like an plan!"

"What sounds like a plan?" The voice of your average shaggy teenager says from behind them.

Sara and Racheal whirl around, to see the guy along with a group of his freinds. Judging by their rag-tag appearance, they are homeless and or a wanna be gang. Sara doesn't back down.

"What's it to you?" She says, talking more braver than usual.

"Well, we could help you with some money, for a price." The shaggy guy says with a grin. His appearance is more unkempt then unattractive. His hair is long and pale blond, and he watches her with dark blue eyes.

Sara snarls. "Not interested."

He only grins. "What's a pretty girl like you doing out here anyway? It's dangerous."

"Leave me alone, or else."

He reaches his arm out toward her. "What could you possibly do?"

WHAM! In less then a second, he has hit the floor, groaning.

"BOSS!" Some of his freinds yell, while others just scoff at him and shake their heads.

"I said leave."

He gets up, in hesterical laughter. "Wooah, that was cool, not to mention unexpected. And relax," He says, noting her angery, dangerous expression. "I was kidding around. If you're running from the military, well, we can help you with some weaponry."

Sara gives him a look.

"Just what kind are you talking about?"

He grins. "I've got big ones, small ones. My name is Max. What's your beef with the big shots?"

She frowns. "None of your buisness. Let's just see what you've got."

Racheal gives her a nervous look.

"You're not seriously trusting them are you? What are you going to do?"

Sara smiles. "If we have any trouble on the way to the station, we'll need to defend ourselves. Don't worry though, we'll be fine. They try and pull anything I'll just knock em' out."

Max leads them to an old, abandoned looking warehouse.

"Here you are, take what you need."

Sara and Instinct observes the inside's storage, which houses a great arsenal of weapons, military and civilian grade.

"Excellent." They say together. There was more than enough weapons in there to fight an army, which is exactly what they intend to do.


Submitted: February 26, 2013

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