Holy smokes! Serge exclaimed. He had lost his car keys & his bejeweled cane. Good thing he kept a replica. But he still had no keys! Finally, he found the keys and shoved them into the car door and sped away from the ashes of the army base. “We will only make it out of this disaster with a huge dose of luck! He yelled to the cars following him. Serge was running out of this luck he desperately needed. Immediately, the forest burst into flames. The fire hit an army rig and destroyed two trucks behind him. Breathing frantically, he tried to speed up to escape the fire.
Two days before the fire.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Hello, this is serge McAllister speaking, ah, hello colonel Rhodes, how are you doing? Fine. I have word from William digger, my friend. He says that there was a murder at 23 hours last night. I was thinking that you could examine the case and uncover this mystery. Rhodes said. I am sorry, but I am long retired from unraveling mysteries. Serge said. I would return back to the agency, but I simply have lost my taste of detective work. Farewell, friend. Good-bye. Serge said as he hung up. Serge got to his feet, and started to shower. When he was done, he went downstairs to get some breakfast. Mm, mm, mm. serge said as he took out some of the wonderful crêpes he made yesterday. Quickly, he ate a crêpe and took his bejeweled cane to take a morning stroll. This morning was a peaceful morning as he went to see what was happening on Oaknut Street. Surely he would see Alex the baker and Simon the carpenter readying their shops for the day. But he saw nobody. After what seemed like an hour, he started to turn around, but heard a distant sound of chatting as if there was a crowd. He followed the sound and found himself facing a line of yellow caution tape surrounding a crime scene. He asked one of the police at what time this happened. At 11PM last night. And who is the victim? Serge asked. I thought you’d know, Mr. McAllister. The victim is your brother Abraham. Abraham? Are you telling me that my brother is dead? Yes, sir, I’m sorry for your loss. Serge walked the way back home sadly. When he got home, he called Rhodes and said Rhodes? I’m in.
The next two days
Here is your quick grapple, wrist gun, and smoke bomb, serge, and here is your badge, very important, and here is your case. Said Colonel Rhodes. Thank you colonel, serge replied. Now, about this case, serge started but got delayed. Yes, yes, your case. Rhodes said. All you need is right in your folder.
Now, the last murder was in the Sahara desert and we tracked him, but he is just a henchman. And he is currently making his way. I’m on it. Serge declared.
************Two hours later *************
His heart pounded in his chest. But he couldn’t look back. There was no doubt about it. “He” was getting closer. Serge jumped over the army bases’ wall and he took one of the marines’ rifles and shot again and again at his pursuer. His chest got no wounds as serge fired. He must have a bulletproof vest, serge thought. How else could he have survived 16 shots? Then, he found it. There were blanks in the gun. This was an act for a movie. Serge had no choice. He took out his cell phone and forced the sharp edges of the memory card into the screen. Out poured the red mercury and he dumped it into a plastic bag he had found earlier. He had practically made a water balloon. He thrust it at the man and it hit him dead on. POW! Right on the neck. The skin reacted and the man screamed as he fell. Serge had won. The walls that held the base consisted of oil and sand. Serge saw a drunk marine playing with a blow torch on the walls and serge yelled, get off this base! The base was about 1/2 kilometer wide. It would be hard to escape, but he could make it.
Holy smokes! Serge exclaimed. He had lost his car keys & his bejeweled cane. Good thing he kept a replica. But he still had no keys! Finally, he found the keys and shoved them into the car door and sped away from the ashes of the army base. “We will only make it out of this disaster with a huge dose of luck! He yelled to the cars following him. Serge was running out of this luck he desperately needed. Immediately, the base burst into flames once more. The fire hit an army rig and destroyed two trucks behind him. Breathing frantically, he tried to speed up to escape the fire.
“Your next role in this mission is to relax while we find your new destination to investigate. Rhodes said. Serge thought about taking a little joy ride. He started to drive around a corner and saw a black hummer speeding at him. Serge accelerated his Mercedes to a whopping 100 mph and turned the corner and he thought he had lost them, but the car turned a corner and charged at serge. He got out and shot his wrist gun at the street tar right in front of the car and it bounced off with a ZING!, hitting the axle of the hummer’s front wheels, causing the car to slant forwards and flip the car half way and hitting serge’s car. He had lost his car but won the chase. Serge ran until he found a sewer system and slipped in. the sewer was a dark place, but when his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw at least 15 red eyes staring at him. Rats! He was with rats! Serge was deathly afraid of rats. Frantically, he ran until he saw no more rats. Finally, he found a manhole and he shimmied up the ladder to see he was on a highway. Serge read a sign that said Maine 1 mile north. His house was on the frontier of Maine. Serge got to his house and took a shower to wash the filth and memory of the rats away. Rhodes called an hour later and said that there was something to do with Aaron Hillmans.
Serge went to the state archives and looked for the death records of 1884. Then, he found it. Serge opened the book to find that luck was on his side. The table of contents consisted of 12 categories. All the seasons were in this thick book. He looked in April and found that the page that would have Aaron was torn out. Serge heard footsteps behind him to see that a man with a ski mask covering his face was pointing a gun at him. Serge kicked the man’s gun and it flew across the archives and serge flicked his gun at the man. All this happened in two seconds. The man, who had lost his gun, raised his hands in surrender. Serge removed the mask to see that colonel Rhodes was the man. He had told serge that the archives were a good place to find death records so he could assault serge. Colonel Rhodes was the murderer. He had solved the m after all, he was, serge McAllister.
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