2017 - Moscow, Russia
One bomb fell, then another, the whistling sound almost deafening as they approached their target. Doc stood in the middle of a four way intersection, simply watching as the streets of Moscow descended into anarchy as Chinese bombers delivered their payloads.
"And so zee vorld begins to crumble," he said and loaded his assault rifle, pulling the gas mask over his face.
2024 - New York City, USA
A massive dust cloud billowed up as the Empire state building finally fell. Years of urban combat within the building had left it's lower floors very weak and the strain couldn't be taken.
"Dig your heels in," Doc said to no one in particular and just stood there as the smoke and dust flew towards him.
2035 - Las Angeles, USA
Doc stood silently at a highway stall, sipping tea with a straw through his gas mask, stroking a small fox he had found. The sign on his stall read "Cure for Insanity = 1 compensation bullet." It was both a warning and an invitation, a warning that he himself was crazy but an invitation to anyone in need of an assassin. Just below the original sign was another that read "Now hiring."
One bomb fell, then another, the whistling sound almost deafening as they approached their target. Doc stood in the middle of a four way intersection, simply watching as the streets of Moscow descended into anarchy as Chinese bombers delivered their payloads.
"And so zee vorld begins to crumble," he said and loaded his assault rifle, pulling the gas mask over his face.
2024 - New York City, USA
A massive dust cloud billowed up as the Empire state building finally fell. Years of urban combat within the building had left it's lower floors very weak and the strain couldn't be taken.
"Dig your heels in," Doc said to no one in particular and just stood there as the smoke and dust flew towards him.
2035 - Las Angeles, USA
Doc stood silently at a highway stall, sipping tea with a straw through his gas mask, stroking a small fox he had found. The sign on his stall read "Cure for Insanity = 1 compensation bullet." It was both a warning and an invitation, a warning that he himself was crazy but an invitation to anyone in need of an assassin. Just below the original sign was another that read "Now hiring."
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