Volume 2 Chapter 2: MOST WANTED!
Omega was in an uproar, almost everybody stopped what they were doing in order to watch the news. Even the people in the outer wall who usually didn't care for what happened succumbed to their curiosity.
Street bars were packed full: murders, bandits, and other junkes went into the bars to listen to the news. Everyone gathered around and stayed silent in order to listen to the radio and TVs.
Even those who really didn't care, would watch as they saw the tallest tower in Omega fall to the ground.
"COME ON YOU GIT TURN IT ON!"
Click* "I welcome you again to ALPHA NEWS hello my name is MACK MORRISON your news anchor!"
"Now for your news! Just when you thought Mondays were horrible it just gets worse! Omega Tower has fallen!"
"We have special footage showing the once legendary General J. Bottle and a little girl has perpetrated the ATTACK!"
"Now a personal statement from Max V. Vermillion the president of Vermillion Corporation, 'General J. Bottle has damned our city, he's a traitor and a terrorist. And so I have set a bounty of 10 billion credits will be given out for whoever brings me his head! As for the girl if you bring her alive and expect to receive double payment'"
"WOW! What a turn of events! It seems that Vermillion is out for BLOOD!"
"And now for the weather..." Click*
The TV turned off and the people in the bar grew silent. And then suddenly the silence broke, in a sea of screams.
"WAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHhhhh!" Hundreds of bandits, mercenaries, and junkies cried for battle. Everyone rushed out to grab whatever weapon they could find and began to hunt for General J. Bottle.
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The bar was now silent, only two silhouette could be seen. The bartender and a man with an afro.
The man with the afro had dark brown skin with a thick blocky beard, which covered his entire jaw and upper lip. The beard was well groomed, however the most striking thing was his afro. It was big and fluffy, as if he attached a sheep onto his head.
His face was rough, his left eye had an eye patch covering a scar across his left eye. His lips were fat, his nose was big, his eyebrows were bushy, and he had wrinkles on his forehead.
He wore black boots, a brown coat with a hood, and a pair of black pants.
With a ruffled voice he spoke, "Humpf, so that bastard is still alive?"
Beer Beard took another sip of his drink and set it down, sighing deeply. He then touched his left eye softly. In a fit of rage be formed a fist and was about to slam it down onto the table.
The bartender spoke back, "BEER BEARD WHERE THE HELL IS MY MONEY!"
Beer Beard after taking a last gulp of his drink quickly ran out the door. The bartender took out his shotgun and took a shot.
[BAM!]
"DAMMIT BEER BEARD! GET BACK OVER HERE WITH MY MONEY!"
Beer Beard jumped and dodged the first shot. Back to his feet and sprinted, "HAHA! JUST WAIT, BOTTLE! I'LL GET MY REVENGE!"
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