where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Gary barges into District-Three HQ and quickly makes his way to the elevator. “Gary!” a voice yells out from behind him as he steps into the elevator, he turns and the look of concentration on his face dissolves to one of surprise. “Davey ‘fucking’ Givans what the hell are you doing here down in the …
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Milwaukee Park, normally a safe haven for children and their families, but today the park is nothing less than a danger warning to everyone that life is not all fun and games. Gary makes his way through the police barrier, out of the corner of his eye he spots several news cameras and lets out …
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'Christopher removes the headset and gives a little laugh as he sits back in his seat, how easily this plan played out, and now as he relaxes as the jet prepares to take off towards New London, he feels finally fulfilled. He looks out the window and takes a sip of wine ‘Here’s to a plan well played.’ He allows a small laugh to escape....'
'Caroline stands in front of a holo-projection of Mike Robbins the current anchor of Channel Thirty-One news, his contract is about to run out, and he’s trying to make a better deal....'
'For almost an hour, Gary follows Christopher down into the lower levels of Downtown until he finally pulls into an old rundown storage warehouse delightfully called ‘The Graveyard’ a place where things can come and rest in peace....'
For over one hundred years, Hallowthorpe Estate has entertained many of Delta City’s rich and important, today its latest visitor is neither of those, he bangs on the door and needs only wait several moments before Christopher Dillinger answers it. “Can I help you?” “Detective Inspector Gary Jackson, District-Three PD,” Gary says holding out his …
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'“Superintendent, you’re not going to believe what I’ve got on this Maddison Gray!” Oliver yells as he runs to Gleeson’s side, his outstretched arm holding a datapad. “What’s so damned exciting?” Gleeson asks as he grabs the datapad from Oliver and his mouth drops. “I was watching Channel Thirty-One, when I saw the news report on the latest killing, and there she was, just standing there.” “Maddison ‘Fucking’ Gray,” Gleeson mutters in amazement....'
'District-Three PD feels a small tremor as Oliver slams down his commline, “Fuck it Gary pick up the line!” “Problems?” Superintendent Gleeson asks. “I tried contacting Gary, but he’s not picking up sir.”...'
'The House Lucretia, one of the many high-classed establishments in Uptown Delta City, where all the rich and powerful come to fulfill their many needs. Some as simple as food, others more complex, but when credits are involved this place knows no boundaries....'
'Her cold dead eyes stare into his, her mouth slightly open as though she was trying to say something, but he knows she is beyond telling him what he needs to know. The male seems like all the rest, a nobody, somebody they pulled into this game with no knowledge of what they had walked into. But the girl, even though she can’t talk to him, she is....'
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