- joelrjohnson
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Posted by: BeguiledEnd
John shielded his eyes from the piercing gale charging over the city, tightly packed within his jacket lay a regulation Magnum, silenced, perfect for his business. Though insurrectionists were prime on the UNSC priorities his trade was followed with equal fervor by authorities. The Illicit drug trade.
Behind him leaned a passive leather suitcase against a plain white wall. Buried in the interior of this unassuming container was a prize worth 1 million credits packed into the size of a 6 sided die. True, the covenant had brought terror upon humanity for years, but as curiosity consumed survivors they discovered that Covenant hallucinogenics were far strong, more pure, and much more deadly.
This was the pinnacle for drug dealers ,a morbidly addicted product with a large consumer base with no oversight. John glanced down, checking his valuable goods.
100 Meters ahead, a gold plated Warthog silently crept toward him, its gilded frame reflecting the faint glow of twin moons. It slid to a quiet halt in front of him, as a pale, richly jeweled kingpin leaned out.
"You have it?" The man demanded with quivering hands.
"Yes" John Replied,"Do you have the money?"
"I feel that I'm going to get this for free and you're the one that's going to give me it for free."
John felt the barrel of an assault rifle press against his neck, along with a troubling feminine voice.
"Give it up, the product or your life."
John tore out a grenade from his coat. As he pulled the pin his last words were defiant.
"The boss doesn't take kindly to deception."
I don't got anymore time, so THE END
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