[i]The heat of the early morning jungle was nearly unbearable, and sweat trickled down Max's face into his eyes. He wipes it away in one smooth motion, bringing his attention back to the scope of his rifle. The rifle is a VSS Vintorez, and was personally given to him by father for his services in fighting the "Enemy". Today he puts it to good use. He sights in his target, another member of the "Enemy" and squeezes the trigger without a second's thought...[/i]

Max shook himself awake, returning himself to his crummy apartment and his math homework. "Ugh, why do I always save math for last?" he asked no one in particular and looked around his dorm again. 

It's not that he couldn't afford a better place, but despite his complaining, he actually kind of liked his one bed/ one bath slice of heaven, although he should probobly take out the garbage...

Max refocused on his math homework. It would probobly be easier to do in the morning after some sleep, but his cell phone showed 8:00, so he decided to press on. He almost put his pencil to his paper when suddenly felt the room get much brighter. Before he could say a word, his instincts began to scream at him. They told him to run and try to get to cover, but he felt paralyzed . The light grew brighter and it became all he could see.
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He stood alone in a open circular room, full of what could only be computers and flashing lights. Working at the computers looked like a cheap C3-PO with a big oval head and a lightening bolt on his chest.

[i]"Wat die fok?"[/i] said Max, returning to his native Afrikaans.