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Doc Williams locks the door to the old farm house that he grew up in. His negotiations with Sebastian did not go as he wanted them to and it seems that his old friend is set on war with the humans.
He had no idea what Frosner was up to, he hadn't herd anything about him in a while. It was determined long ago that he was a lost cause. It was hard for Bas and him to come to that conclusion about their third wing. They use to be an inseparable trio breaking through the boundaries of science. Now one is mentally insane and the other is hell bent on taking over the city in the name of mutant kind.
Williams walks down the white painted wooden steps that lead to the driveway, he holds the handrail as he descends to keep his balance. His black shiny nineteen thirty four Ford coupe waits for him at the end of the dirt driveway. Williams opens the door and gets inside his vintage car. The engine starts perfectly and gives off a lovely humm that brings a smile to his face every time.
He switches the radio on and hears a news anouncer talking
"The mutants have to be stopped, they are terrorists who jeopardize the safety of the US. For example the terrorist group Zeta attacked the city just last week. The extremist Faction of Brothers are trying to recruit members and post a takeover of the city. They just have to be stopped Clark, just have to be stopped. This has been Ben Raiters your ace on the story with eye witness news. Back to you Clark.
Williams quickly switches the radio back off and sighs deeply. If only he could find a way to make the humans trust mutant kind... his thought is cut off by a sharp and violent jerk to the left side. Another Shockwave sends Williams forward causing him to hit his head on the steering wheel.
The ground pulses, shaking with an eerie vibration that sends chills down William spine. A crack in the ground opens up causing the 34 Ford to fall downwards into the earth. The front end of the vehicle slams into the side of the crack causing Williams to once again slam forward into the steering wheel. The old man desperately tries to undo his seat belt an attempt to escape. Williams manages to crawl out the window and climb the side of the newly formed crack in the yard of his childhood home. Williams brushes the dust off his black slacks and adjusts his suit vest before glancing over at the old barn that used to house the horses back in the old days. The building was completely shattered and caved in on itself into the crack. He didn't want to believe that his best friend Sebastian had just used his power over the earth to attack, he knows that Sebastian controls the earth and all plant life and would be capable of doing something like this. But why attack? Is it to show me that you are willing to do what it takes for your cause? Or was this all just a natural disaster that just so happens to have happened at the right moment. Williams had to keep an open mind about this and he couldn't rule out other causes like the Zetas.
Doc Williams pulls out his cellular phone and starts to compose a new text message.
To: Jaron Edrics
Report back, urgent.
Doc Williams locks the door to the old farm house that he grew up in. His negotiations with Sebastian did not go as he wanted them to and it seems that his old friend is set on war with the humans.
He had no idea what Frosner was up to, he hadn't herd anything about him in a while. It was determined long ago that he was a lost cause. It was hard for Bas and him to come to that conclusion about their third wing. They use to be an inseparable trio breaking through the boundaries of science. Now one is mentally insane and the other is hell bent on taking over the city in the name of mutant kind.
Williams walks down the white painted wooden steps that lead to the driveway, he holds the handrail as he descends to keep his balance. His black shiny nineteen thirty four Ford coupe waits for him at the end of the dirt driveway. Williams opens the door and gets inside his vintage car. The engine starts perfectly and gives off a lovely humm that brings a smile to his face every time.
He switches the radio on and hears a news anouncer talking
"The mutants have to be stopped, they are terrorists who jeopardize the safety of the US. For example the terrorist group Zeta attacked the city just last week. The extremist Faction of Brothers are trying to recruit members and post a takeover of the city. They just have to be stopped Clark, just have to be stopped. This has been Ben Raiters your ace on the story with eye witness news. Back to you Clark.
Williams quickly switches the radio back off and sighs deeply. If only he could find a way to make the humans trust mutant kind... his thought is cut off by a sharp and violent jerk to the left side. Another Shockwave sends Williams forward causing him to hit his head on the steering wheel.
The ground pulses, shaking with an eerie vibration that sends chills down William spine. A crack in the ground opens up causing the 34 Ford to fall downwards into the earth. The front end of the vehicle slams into the side of the crack causing Williams to once again slam forward into the steering wheel. The old man desperately tries to undo his seat belt an attempt to escape. Williams manages to crawl out the window and climb the side of the newly formed crack in the yard of his childhood home. Williams brushes the dust off his black slacks and adjusts his suit vest before glancing over at the old barn that used to house the horses back in the old days. The building was completely shattered and caved in on itself into the crack. He didn't want to believe that his best friend Sebastian had just used his power over the earth to attack, he knows that Sebastian controls the earth and all plant life and would be capable of doing something like this. But why attack? Is it to show me that you are willing to do what it takes for your cause? Or was this all just a natural disaster that just so happens to have happened at the right moment. Williams had to keep an open mind about this and he couldn't rule out other causes like the Zetas.
Doc Williams pulls out his cellular phone and starts to compose a new text message.
To: Jaron Edrics
Report back, urgent.
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