Apple Pickers_The Opium incident._Scions and Sleuths_48 Hours
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Apple Pickers
Alex RamirezApple PickersOne day on a sunny afternoon a kid named Bill went to school in a very happy mood because a special toy his mother has gotten for him has finally come in it is called the “Robot Blaster.” On the way to school in the early morning Bill sat in the backseat fidgeting with the toy like his life depended on it. His mother said” Billy are you having fun back there?” Billy replied” Yes mom but this toy is just so cool looking and amazing to play with.” They approved the school zone where it says slow down and Billy knew he got to see his best friend very soon. When Billy go...
The Opium incident.
When the captain asked for volunteers to take a recon mission two clicks up the Mekong river and didn’t get any forthcoming hands in the air, he noticed Eddie Brown trying to hide behind the pack of soldiers at the back of the platoon. Head and eyes down, shoulders dropped low, he pulled his helmet over his brow in the hope he wouldn’t be noticed. It did exactly the opposite. The captain, a square jawed, enthusiastic war veteran took Browns game of hide and seek as a selfish act of cowardliness and put him on point at the front of the gunboat, prime sniper bate for any insurgents camped out in...
Scions and Sleuths
“Harris, take a look at this,” FBI agent Lane said to his partner, holding up the photograph.“What do you have there?” the brunette asked, taking the picture from his hand. The image depicted a middle-aged white gentleman with chestnut hair in a grey sweater-vest. “Yeah, this resembles our latest vic. But not quite the same guy.”“Check the back.”“‘Gas station in Texas. Position fortified. Do not engage.’” She frowned. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”“No idea. But that’s not the only one. Our perp has an obsession with guys who look like this.”“That seems obvious. A dozen men fitting ...
48 Hours
TW: Drug use.Jessie stared at herself in the mirror. Horror. All she felt was sheer horror at what she saw staring back at her. There was no way this was her. It couldn't be. She refused to believe it. And yet...there she was. Awake, still, 48 hours later. She smelled the sweat dampen her pits, her genitals, and no matter how much she wiped, it would not be enough to wipe away the stench of a 48 hour meth binge. Her face was dry with dehydration, eyes wide, nose red. Small bumps appeared on her skin. Her mouth was cracked and dry, further signifying her dehydration. Her eyes were brimmed with...