Blackjack: Countdown to War
Max was alseep.
Chris was out for the night, god know's where.
Double Clutch was at the farm, giving every vehicle they had a tune up.
Edge, well, Blackjack had no idea where Edge was.
On top of the roof of the former church, Blackjack sat with a few beer bottles, a pack of cigs, and the buzzing solar panel.
He took a swig of his beer, and savored the taste. He polished of the rest of the bottle, and set it down next to him.
He laid back to look at the stars.
Hundreds of Packs of Pure.
Thats a huge force to contend with.
He didn't pray anymore, not since he was a kid. Another thing his dad beat out of him.
Blackjack began counting stars, soon, that turned into counting them and imagining them as Pure.
"Murderers will not be tolerated by the People" someone said on the email list.
Fuck that.
Hundreds of packs, that could be thousands of Pure.
What the fuck else are we supposed to do?
Tickel them into submission?
Christ.
Chris was out for the night, god know's where.
Double Clutch was at the farm, giving every vehicle they had a tune up.
Edge, well, Blackjack had no idea where Edge was.
On top of the roof of the former church, Blackjack sat with a few beer bottles, a pack of cigs, and the buzzing solar panel.
He took a swig of his beer, and savored the taste. He polished of the rest of the bottle, and set it down next to him.
He laid back to look at the stars.
Hundreds of Packs of Pure.
Thats a huge force to contend with.
He didn't pray anymore, not since he was a kid. Another thing his dad beat out of him.
Blackjack began counting stars, soon, that turned into counting them and imagining them as Pure.
"Murderers will not be tolerated by the People" someone said on the email list.
Fuck that.
Hundreds of packs, that could be thousands of Pure.
What the fuck else are we supposed to do?
Tickel them into submission?
Christ.