A blacked-out SUV rolled to a stop as they saw a great wall of fire on the main road, "I can't go any further, Castor." Castor looked out the window as the fiery heat wafted at his face, "This is close enough. Off the books?" The driver nodded as Castor slid him a 50-pound note and two ten-pound notes.
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"The evidence fucking wiped its-" Suddenly, the rubble from the warehouse started to unearth itself, and out from the wreckage flew the cocoon. It rose higher and higher until the moonlight was upon it.
All the star children in Stratford saw the demon Prince shrouded in a majestic moonlight. It started to crack, and out came a wing; wasting no time, a gunship rose to it, on the level and bombarded it. Bullets, missiles, and bombs were all unloaded into the thing.
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Castor looked up as he dragged 3 duffel bags on his shoulder and a long-as-hell briefcase. He started to run
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Ruven put away his phone as he dodged minigun fire; he uppercut Jette for no reason, making her head recoil. John dodged a slash, and as he prepared to reverse it, it hit. It hit Ruven.