3 Years ago Harlen’s rebels conducted a raid on a military supply truck traveling through Newton square in brenminster. Henry Trenton and his best friend Geoffrey Armin were caught in the crossfire, Henry survived but Geoffrey’s body was never found. It was that day that Henry decided to join the city police, to hopefully prevent this from happening to anyone else.
Present day, Henry is 16 and a private in the brenminster city police urban response detachment, and is currently en-route to his first mission. A bust on a suspected rebel hideout.
“What’s wrong kid?” the officer seated across from Henry said, stirring him from his thoughts. “Nothing, sir,” he said, diverting his gaze to the floor of the apc, ‘I’m just a bit nervous, sir.” “I don’t know what for, kid,” the older man said with a smile on his face, “ they don’t know we’re coming, I bet when we burst through that door they’ll all just surrender like the cowards they are!” he smiled a little, thankful his superior was optimistic about this operation, “yeah, let’s hope so.”
All of a sudden several gunshots rang out, “Were taking fire!” the driver yelled. Every man on the apc scrambled for his weapon, for Henry that was a Morris machine carbine. The large steel doors of the armored vehicle were opened, Henry stepped out and took aim at a rebel with a black handkerchief around his face, then… nothing. Blackness, he didn’t even feel the round that knocked him out. When he came too the fight was over the next thing he saw was the rebel he was about to shoot walking over to him, but he didn’t strip him of his weapons or finish him off. He just stopped and looked at Henry before taking the handkerchief off of his face and saying, “God dammit, Henry, I go and fake my death to keep you out of this conflict, and you go join the bad guys!” Henry was feeling all sorts of emotions: relief, anger, happiness, but most of all shock at who he was seeing. “Geoffrey! But- but i- what?” his long lost friend was now tending to his wounds, “Yes, though I usually go by Rusty now,” he stopped and stepped back,” can you walk? The police will be here soon and we both need to disappear.” Henry stood up but didn’t move an inch, “Im not going anywhere until you explain to me why you betrayed your country and joined Harlen’s rebels, and then, to top it off, faked your own death and made me cry in my room for a week!” Rusty shook his head, “ I faked my death to keep you safe! I’ll answer the rest in time just, come with me! And bring your machine gun, you may need it.” Henry looked at his old friend for a moment, wondering if he could trust him or not, finally he said, “Ok… but I’m still not sure why your doing this!” Rusty pointed between two buildings , “Were gonna go through that alley over there, then we go down into the sewers. When were in the sewers keep your gun ready, true horrors down there.” Henry reached down and retrieved his machine carbine before turning to rusty with a small smile and saying, “ lead the way, old friend.”
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This is the first original story I’ve really written and it’s gonna be part of a series, I just need a title. Any suggestions or polite constructive criticism is always welcome. And if anyone wants to write a story in this universe or expand on it, feel free, just be sure to give me some credit for it. I’m gonna need to plan the next part out a bit, but it will clear up a little more about why the empire is so evil. See y'all sometime.
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