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Clamp, clamp.

 

Who am I anymore? Ever since I became a detective, ever since I found that cat, ever since...that man.

 

Dark footsteps sounded to the camp doors, which resiliently stood before him.

The boy, of age 21, burned with anger. His eyes were dark and his hands were cold. He wore a black blazer and a white visor, holding nothing but a black and white card. His pants were a dark brown, and his shoes were flame red. His hair was blond, messy and uncombed. One could easily see his detective badge and pistol holster. What else he had a holster for was a sabre - and the sheath was filled.

 

After I graduated. I finally graduated. And here I am eight years later.

 

The door yielding to his touch, and then became unhinged, falling.

 

They can all go to hell.

 

Behind him came into focus the wrecks of a motorcycle, a wheel leaned gently upon the camp fence.

 

How interesting. I lose those Psychic Rebels, and I end up here.

 

He looked up, and the night sky instantly dimmed, making way for rainclouds.

 

I have to see Sasha. I just hope he's still here.

 

Lightning struck, and the small cat stood next to him, hopping up upon his shoulder.

 

"I want answers," he said.

 

He headed for the cabins, putting his visor over his eyes.

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(Get ready for a long post.)

 

"Well, it started a while ago. After Maloof and Mikhail began getting serious with their mafia idea. It became a psychic army - led by their new fearless leader, Razputin, after he was totally brainwashed by them. I had to take a case - I don't know who it was, they've all changed so much now - back in my junior detective days of a psychic disturbance. The First Encounter Assault Recon (author's note: They're actually real people.) team was busy with something in South America.

 

"So I busted the gangster for a murder, and aggravated assault. But it's much bigger than that. They're trying to take over the world."

 

{ENTER FLASHBACK}

 

"These walls are pure Anti-Psitanium. You can't get to your mobster pals now, and you can't do anything to...well, anything. Any words for me to forget then?"

 

"It's bigger than you think. I've killed more than squirrels - so go ahead, kill me, because you can't save the dead. You can't save the world - not the entire FEAR, not the entire FBI, not every army. Our uprising is the most powerful."

 

"Sure, sure. I'm almost sad I didn't take you to the asylum. Oh well."

 

"You...you don't know anything. Maloof's coming, injecting it into everything there is. We have trained animals. It's everywhere - our chemical might even be in your next meal. And you'll join us too."

 

Vernon laughed. He was glad this man wouldn't bother him much more. "Chemical? Whatever.}

 

{Six years later into another flashback.}

 

"Do you think we forgot you, Vernon Tripe? You broke the rules."

 

"Yes, yes. I will wrestle like I did bear. Break neck, very easy."

 

"What...Who are you?" Vernon stood by his motorcycle, and backed up.

 

"We're the Army of Psychic Rebels. We've already replaced Whispering Rock with a much more devious place. In two years, we promise we'll come back and cleanse the place too. Nobody will know about us until it's all over. Until we rule the world! And you? You'll join us."

 

Vernon dived out of the way of a gunshot, and jumped on to the motorcycle, speeding ahead, changing gears and dashing away.

 

"Don't think we won't find you!"

 

"Next time, %@#$ers!!" shouted Vernon behind him, looking ahead to see nothing but a dropoff.

 

{END FLASHBACK.}

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"Milla," said the boy. "You've gotta help me. Sasha's gotta help, everyone's gotta help. These people are serious. They have the potential of killing us all. I've hacked into their information networks - they've already built a cannon capable of firing from space and brainwashing all psychic lifeforms on the planet."

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Vernon drew a loaded pistol. "Well you're weaponless now - just another assassin after me. Let me guess, a member of the Psychic Rebellion?" He fired a warning shot. past her face.

 

"Or just trying to stir up ****?"

 

He looked into her eyes, and slowly drew his weapon back.

 

"No, it can't be you, you...they have...something in their eyes," he said, looking away. He took the sai from his sleeve, handing it to her.

 

"No...no. I can't let emotions distract me. No. I need all the help I can get."

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