General Chicago´s Point of View
CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK
As the subway sped down through London, I felt the wind from the tunnels. Inside the carriages, I tiptoed unnoticed with my allies.
When the train emerged from the dark tunnel, I climbed onto the roof, pulled off my hood, and revealed my true appearance. My long hair and eyes that resemble the famous eagle, a symbol of the American culture alognside my military uniform.
Meanwhile, I took off my entire coat and used it to wipe the sweat from my military uniform.
What are you doing boss? said Albarn, one of my assistants, a tall, thin guy who took off his coat and appeared in front of me, showing his long hair that reached his nape, thin eyebrows and a tired facial expression.
I said in a mocking tone while holding the flag.
—Nothing, just trying to please my country...
However, as I tried to fall and use the flag as a parachute, my other ally, Jerry, grabbed my hand, and I continued ignoring his short hair. I quickly let go and flew away while giving a quick message to Jerry and Albarn.
—Listen here, Jerry and Albarn! Take care of the Satisfaction I hid in the last wagon so I can achieve the result i planning cause we wanna find Bosenmori first, take care!
Albarn´s Point of View
—Yes sir, said Jerry.
Inside the corridors, I could see a certain Bob epeatedly saying "Help Bob!" in the dark, the glare from the window reflecting my face. I told Jerry to attack.
The train kept passing until it reached the end, and he tried to react.
—Oh my.....
The guy said before the rest of the sentence was interrupted by the sound of the train exiting the tunnel.
When he regained consciousness after the kick, he tried to wake up, but I pulled my wires, stored on the reel inside my uniform that connects the wires through the sleeves, and put them around his neck.
—So Bob, what did you ask for help with? Too late for help, you're going to fly away like the boss with a parachute!
VWSH
While I stared wide-eyed at Bob, he flew out the window, pulled by the wire attached to the window which pushed him into the middle of the tracks, his screams only interrupted by the sound of the wind.
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