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Confederate States
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John Brown was walking hastily down an alley. In his hands was a briefcase, a very important briefcase. He got to the back of a house and scrambled in his pocket for a key. When he found the right key, he quickly looked around, then opened the door and hurried in. He was in the basement, it was damp and dirty, he hurried up the creaking old stairs to a round table with ten people sitting at it.
One of the men looked up at John, then looked at his briefcase and stood up.
“John! Thank God you made it here safely. You brought the briefcase! Good work,” the man said.
“Of course I brought it Peter, it’s vital to our effort,” John said.
John laid the briefcase on the table and opened it. It was nothing but blank pieces of paper. John took an ultraviolet like and shinned it on the papers. What showed was top secret information, a list of Blue Ops members that were currently looking for them. Then, John opened a secret compartment in the briefcase and pulled out photos. They were photos of the Blue Ops members that were currently looking for them. The group of people was amazed by what they found. They stared, silent, for a good 15 minutes, and then…there was a knock on the door.
They frantically put the papers and photos away and hid the briefcase. Peter went over to the door and opened it. In the door stood a thin, relatively medium heighted man, he had a black suit on, with a black tie and black gloves. He had blonde hair and sunglasses on, that completely hid his eyes. Peter knew immediately who he was.
“Can I come in?” the man asked.
“Who are you?” Peter responded.
“Can I come in?” the man asked again.
Peter stepped to the side and allowed the man to walk in. Peter quickly took a glance behind the man, and saw no others around. The man looked around for a bit, ignoring any question thrown at him. Finally, out of rage, one of the new members of the group shot up and said “Listen here fella, who are you!?”
The man looked over at the guy and stared for a little. He finally reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a gold badge, and held it out to the enraged man. “I am an Agent of the Confederate Government. Your compliance will be greatly appreciated; your incompliance will be dealt with.” The man put his badge back into his pocket and began to search the room some more. He found the briefcase, picked it up, and walked to the door. Peter quickly moved in front of the door and intercepted the man.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going with that?” Peter asked, angrily.
“Step aside,” the man asked.
“Or what, are you-“Peter didn’t finish his sentence. The man had pulled his gun and pointed it directly to Peter’s face, “Step aside,” he repeated.
Peter refused to move, the man without hesitation shot Peter, directly in the head. Peter’s lifeless corpse fell to the ground, and out of nowhere, four more men appeared, dressed the same as the visitor. They picked up Peter’s body and moved it away to a van they had parked in the street. The man walked into the van and drove away.
One of the men looked up at John, then looked at his briefcase and stood up.
“John! Thank God you made it here safely. You brought the briefcase! Good work,” the man said.
“Of course I brought it Peter, it’s vital to our effort,” John said.
John laid the briefcase on the table and opened it. It was nothing but blank pieces of paper. John took an ultraviolet like and shinned it on the papers. What showed was top secret information, a list of Blue Ops members that were currently looking for them. Then, John opened a secret compartment in the briefcase and pulled out photos. They were photos of the Blue Ops members that were currently looking for them. The group of people was amazed by what they found. They stared, silent, for a good 15 minutes, and then…there was a knock on the door.
They frantically put the papers and photos away and hid the briefcase. Peter went over to the door and opened it. In the door stood a thin, relatively medium heighted man, he had a black suit on, with a black tie and black gloves. He had blonde hair and sunglasses on, that completely hid his eyes. Peter knew immediately who he was.
“Can I come in?” the man asked.
“Who are you?” Peter responded.
“Can I come in?” the man asked again.
Peter stepped to the side and allowed the man to walk in. Peter quickly took a glance behind the man, and saw no others around. The man looked around for a bit, ignoring any question thrown at him. Finally, out of rage, one of the new members of the group shot up and said “Listen here fella, who are you!?”
The man looked over at the guy and stared for a little. He finally reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a gold badge, and held it out to the enraged man. “I am an Agent of the Confederate Government. Your compliance will be greatly appreciated; your incompliance will be dealt with.” The man put his badge back into his pocket and began to search the room some more. He found the briefcase, picked it up, and walked to the door. Peter quickly moved in front of the door and intercepted the man.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going with that?” Peter asked, angrily.
“Step aside,” the man asked.
“Or what, are you-“Peter didn’t finish his sentence. The man had pulled his gun and pointed it directly to Peter’s face, “Step aside,” he repeated.
Peter refused to move, the man without hesitation shot Peter, directly in the head. Peter’s lifeless corpse fell to the ground, and out of nowhere, four more men appeared, dressed the same as the visitor. They picked up Peter’s body and moved it away to a van they had parked in the street. The man walked into the van and drove away.