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| - As the war raged on near NYU, the Redknight soldier leaned against the alley wall on W. 30th St, listening to his commander over the radio. "Nightsnare, this is a solo mission, understand?" Commander Jacobi Abraham told him. "Yessir." Jake responded. "I'm sending you in because I don't want an entire squadron parading down West 4th Street, becauseit might be a little suspicious, don't you agree?" "Yessir." Jake intoned blandly again. "And one more thing. I want you to ... I want you to find out where that Richardson renegade is hiding. And I want you to teach him what happens to BLACKHOUND grunts when they run out on us. I want you to bust his whole gang, especially that Nathaniel "Red Reaper" jackarse and Dr T's little demon spawn, Rasperant. I also want you to confirm the coordinates of
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| - As the war raged on near NYU, the Redknight soldier leaned against the alley wall on W. 30th St, listening to his commander over the radio. "Nightsnare, this is a solo mission, understand?" Commander Jacobi Abraham told him. "Yessir." Jake responded. "I'm sending you in because I don't want an entire squadron parading down West 4th Street, becauseit might be a little suspicious, don't you agree?" "Yessir." Jake intoned blandly again. "And one more thing. I want you to ... I want you to find out where that Richardson renegade is hiding. And I want you to teach him what happens to BLACKHOUND grunts when they run out on us. I want you to bust his whole gang, especially that Nathaniel "Red Reaper" jackarse and Dr T's little demon spawn, Rasperant. I also want you to confirm the coordinates of Richardson's little hidey-hole so we can send in a team to get back Doctor North, old Fryderick, and Miss Walhgren. And Richardson, Fryderick, North, and Wahlgren have to be, understand?" "Yessir," Jake said once more, and Jacobi signed off. Sighing, Jake slid the radio back into its belt loop and hid his handgun under his coat.... As he walked out of the alley, the sun's rays glaring at him, Jake noticed the few people wandering the streets. None of them looked like the bearded, shaggy-haired, dark-cloaked Ethan Richardson renegade that he knew, nor the eye-patched, weather-worn Nathaniel Perkins, and not the strangely-dressed, scarred, Mohawk-sporting Rasperant Del-Santo. Someone bumped into his broad shoulders as he passed, a young, skinny man wearing baggy blue jeans, a black and white polo shirt with a grayish-blackish jacket over it. For a moment, Jake glared at the insect that had passed him, thinking about how many ways there were to - Birds scattered and people screamed as several gunshots rang out, and Jake saw a young, brown-haired woman dressed in a simple white polo shirt and jeans, wielding a handgun, firing at somebody out of view, but -Melissa Wahlgren, I'll be damned, just like they said--But then his thoughts changed when, a person's shape, covered in rotten muscle and blood, lurched into view. Melissa fired a precise shot, drilling a clean hole in the thing's forehead. But then another of those things staggered, Melissa's back turned to it -They need her alive. Jake was about to fire at the thing itself when a dark-haired, quite muscular young man with a blood-stained white T-shirt sliced its head off with a sharpened sabre. Drake North, doctor at Bellerue Hospital, part-time fencing teacher - The street was almost deserted of civilians, except for the man who had bumped into him and some fleeing civilians. Jake looked back at Drake and Melissa, almost completely surrounded by the monsters. And Richardson, Fryderick, North, and Wahlgren have to be alive, understand? Jacobi had said. "Alive," Jake repeated tonelessly, and he raised the handgun.
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