Chapter 2
Military offence
Midnight, the cloud-free sky was shining with hundreds of bright stars. Not a sound was to be heard. The outlander silently slept through the dark night unaware of the silence around him. The moon shun with a dazzling light so bright that it was blinding to look at. The ancient statues were lit up by this dazzling spectacle. For the outlander however, times were going to get serious.
The outlander woke up. He found himself in a grey hanger. Unaware that long barrels were pointed towards him, he lifted himself of the floor. The long barrels came closer to him; he knew he was trapped; at gunpoint.
He looked around; other Sligs similar to him were pointing SMGs at him. They took aim, took hold of their triggers but they were silenced by a tall, slim figure shadowed by the hanger wall. He stepped out; he had a badge on his black suit saying “No-man’s land is my land”. He puffed away at a lit cigar. He shuffled over to the outlander. He leant over and he spoke in a muffled voice “you are not alone here”. He slowly walked off to a reinforced door and the outlander was suddenly darted in the neck. His vision began to get blurry as the Sligs walked over to him. He finally crashed to the floor, unconscious. Only the metal legs of the Sligs could be heard.
All was dark, blankness filled the air, and the outlander woke with a hazy vision. Then in a blinding display, 4 lamps shone brightly around the room. He gazed around the room, looking for a possible exit. Unfortunately, none were to be found. He stood up, wandering what was going on. His magnum had disappeared, bullets and everything. He was defenceless.
He was lying on a very scruffy bed covered with dirt and dust. He sat up and saw he was in his own private room, complete with desk, door and furniture. It was unfortunate that his magnum wasn’t here; it would have completed the whole collection. He just sat there, confused and drowsy. “wonder what this place will do to me”.
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