Megaopolis

Can’t say he lied though everything that was promised was given to us. Just in his own ways and means. There were those few that didn’t take a bite from the forbidden fruit. The C.O.R.E was their name, no one knew what the letters in their name stood for or ever saw them. However in the news there was some talk of them. So at least by that we thought they had to be real. However after awhile like time does to many things they slowly became forgotten. Urban Legends they were referred to, stories told to children to warn them of the frightening acts of terrorism. One thing was certain their acts of bravery never got them anywhere and just came to show the power of our caring older Brother. Some say they never did exist and were just media hoaxes to raise dwindling ratings, but that would go along into the pile of the many myths and tales about them. When I finally was released from my prison of faith. I knew they would need to be found to help me in my quest. One-man armies just didn’t offer any possibilities of hope. Even dark defenders of justice had a sidekick. Someone to help him in the most dire of situations. Where they were going to be found was the problem. You can’t just open the yellow pages and look under freedom fighters, for the address and phone number.

The man stops his writing places his pencil back into the pocket and closes his book. (Yawning) That will be enough for now hopefully I’ve record enough information in the other chapters to help the C.O.R.E. Break down the files in Big Brother's system. (Slowly and carefully he jumps out of the duct and begins to walk back to his entrance.) Apparent sounds of marching begin to pick up as small waves break across the sewer water. (With a bewildered look on his face) Circuit rats it can’t be they don’t get scared unless (pausing to think) wait they couldn’t have returned this way so soon its impossible. (He uncovers his sleeve to take a peek at his watch) Okay maybe they can. (the time declared on the watch is 8:15 p.m.) He tucks his book back into his coat and takes off. Just a little tip to myself I really need to get a watch with an alarm on it. (The marching sounds begin to increase heavily) These guys really aren’t gonna give up on apprehending me. If there’s one thing to be said about Big Brother it’s that he’s very persistent. Too persistent for my taste so I think its about time they got lost. (He stops to take something out of the inside pocket of his coat. What seems to be a small pink colored stick of gum.)

Thank God for modern technology. (He then places the stick against the wall and makes his way) As the soldiers are making their way across the point, a sudden explosion goes off. Causing the sealing to collapse on the soldiers and sealing their fate. While running away the man takes a glance back. Like I said Thank God. Well now that there finished with. I think its time to make my escape back into the city. (When he makes it to the end of the tunnel.) He slowly makes his way up the ladder. Sticking his head out to make sure everything is okay. Suddenly he feels something against his head and looks up. (He notices a rifle at the end of the weapon an eye soldier and twenty more just like him all around.) So what brings you guys here the weather because I have to say it’s been pretty...(Immediately there is an interruption as another one of the soldier places the point of his gun on the man’s face) Ok I get the idea no need to get rough. (Two soldiers grab the sides of his arms and lift him out.) Well it seems that you guys finally caught me.

Which is kind of funny because as I was down they’re hiding. It came to me to do the same thing. You know turn myself in, but hey you have done it for me anyway. So I think I’ll be on my way. (Without haste soldiers rally around him in a circle, each one lifting their weapon towards the apprehended.) Whoa! no need to get hasty here. I think we can all handle this little situation very appropriately. (The soldier standing in front of the man, drops his gun to the side, while raising his arm towards the captive) He opens his hand and standing in the palm of it is a silver colored robotic drone, with sharp knife like wings. Staring very awkwardly at the drone, the captive man wanders what will happen next. Surprisingly the little drone begins to flap its wings and hover towards him. (Speaking) Hmm a Mr. Aaron Grant I presume, lets see. (The drone begins to fly around him) 5 ft 10in yes, 200lbs yes, he then stares into the hood of Grants coat where his face is hiding. Brown hair, hazel eyes, scar on left cheek from childhood incident.