The Extinction Agenda

Washing

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the sun sinking below the horizon and causing the urban landscape to naturally transform into a colorful canvas of flickering

as crowds of people throng the bustling streets, c

oughfares. The relentless flow of vehicles engulfed the asphalt, their honks and engines adding to the cacophony of urban sounds. Sidewalks te

the streets, their thumping bass reverberating

uch as the one he was experiencing, the lights come alive, casting a mesmerizing glow upon the bustling street. The neon signs, metic

the edges of the facade are strips of neon tubing, intricately woven to create a dynamic visual display. They emitted a disti

circular shape of the large windows, casting a warm, inviting glow into the street. Patrons inside are silhouetted against the

gingerly strode to the do

of a vibrant, gritty bar. The dimly lit interior revealed a scene bustling with life, heavy drinkers, and bois

tic charm. The room was filled with a mixture of weathered wooden tables and well-worn bar stools, each occupied by patrons deep in their ow

laughter punctuated the air as they clinked glasses and downed sizzling shots with fervor. Bartenders, hustli

d by heartfelt lyrics that echoed the trials and triumphs of life. Feet tap to the

es, the bar pulsated with a distinct energy-an am

ghter and tears blend seamlessly, and where the music remains the th

on the iron straight-ba

to arrive. His thoughts like a bulb flickered to life, taking him back to the vast expanse of the desert, a

en menacing drones descended upon his team,

engines, drowning out the desperate cries of his comrades. The once serene desert turned into a battlefield, with e

saw his fellow soldiers, courageous and unwavering, fall one by one, their hopes and dreams extinguished in an

rored the turmoil within his mind. The haunt

scars of the drone attack will forever mark his soul, Crowne was determined to seek justice - that to him

bove him amidst the awful din within

name again?'

made a quick salute, trying not to be n

hat were fading around the knee area. He sat down and observed the scenery...it was

catching the attention of a busy waiter. Asse

ndifference concealed on his countena

d skillfully avoiding obstacles and with a subtle smile, placed the cool, frosted bottles bef

ited for him to mention anything significant. 'I have accompanied the General on several occasions to meet a certain Professor at Everett State Univer

g the tale too sensational to b

raning his neck as the liquor's

Crowne asked, expre

he reached for the waist pocket of his jeans. He

The burly sheriff, with his broad shoulders and stern expression, exuded an aura of authority that demanded respect. His unruly, t

asy whispers. The Sheriff's eyes scanned the room, his gaze sharp and unwavering, as if assessing every individu

is unquestionable authority. The patrons shifted uncomfortably under his watchful eye, their expressions a mix of unease and

too long for him to know who the Sheriff was. He maintained eye contact with the police officer. He was

d by a man who had never witnessed a second in combat.

stare. He knew Smith was a soldier and the hard-f

, his intimidating presence he knew,

ead, feigning a sm

music in apprehension of the

m. He could see the name 'Calum Montgom

aging in a fucking conspiracy -

ay, officer.'

ce officers walked in, registering th

d but maintained

tion he craved: 'cos the last time a pair of military dweebs tried such, I knocked their smell

ed why he was

He stopped eventually and stared again at Crowne,

said, walking away with ot

ic resumed and the din cont

trying to forget the S

sor Brunswick is currently at the University. You can

a mild 'thank you,' he was itching to exit the

e table and bade Smith farewel

ool night air wrapped around him like a comforting shroud. Crowne's eyes trac

ut his phone, he hoped he could get a phone booth around. He made inquiries for a phone booth and a cockeyed bystander among several he accosted him informed him there was one ahead. She could

a phone booth. His eyes scanned the horizon, tracing the towering buildings that cast elongated shadows on the asphalt below. With purpose

on. Phone booths, once ubiquitous, now hid like rare relics of a bygone era. He craned his neck

ersations faded into a muffled symphony as he finally caught sight of his elusive quarry. A surge of relief washed over hi

d inside, closing the door behind him, and found himself surrounded by a cocoon of tranquility. Th

Crowne pulled out a crum

the number. The phone rang, each chime echoing in the confined space. As the call c

dy to respond. And so, in the dimly lit phone booth, Crowne awaited the pro

ut hoarse voice that de

his calm disposition. 'This Captain Cr

ed sharply:'

eled. The Professor was the one he

in the attack in Ka

composure. An air of anxiet

rrow. at 11 o'clock. Hall 9, Faculty of

ions held the weight of the world. The conversation that would follow, he hoped woul

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alone to trail the Captain. Calum was back in hi

t popped up in his head. Beads of perspi

the panacea to his dilemma. He ignited the car engine to life