06-15-2017, 01:17 PM
Sergeant John Estes glanced around the dense foliage that made up the mountain and valley from which he stood. Behind him, to the north and west the burly police officer could see nothing but more trees and more hills he had no strong desire to climb.
“Imperial Intelligence says some criminal has entered the games, but I sure as hell ain’t gonna find him in that mess. Digging some crook out of all those woods would be like finding a needle in a haystack,” Mad Bull muttered to himself.
The cop looked to the south, smelling the scents of the sea blown over on a hot summer breeze. From his vantage point high atop a mountain cliff, he could see beyond the valley, over the forest and in the distance spied a roofed building with attached outdoor swimming pools.
Mad Bull snapped his fingers in exuberance. “Hey now! That’s more my style…”
He gazed at the far flung building that seemed like a doll’s house at such a distance and considered the trek for moment. The way down through the valley and through the trees didn’t seem so treacherous, but the seasoned law officer thought that it stood to reason that such a building would attract other dangerous folk looking for a respite on a day like today. He mulled it over in his mind. On one hand, he was under orders to figure out which criminal the Imperials were targeting, then track them down. The resort was sure to hold better promise than a forest, but on the other hand, that meant he’d be risking his neck.
“Booze…” he suddenly realized with satisfaction. “A place like that, even if abandoned, has got to still have some booze lying around.”
“Imperial Intelligence says some criminal has entered the games, but I sure as hell ain’t gonna find him in that mess. Digging some crook out of all those woods would be like finding a needle in a haystack,” Mad Bull muttered to himself.
The cop looked to the south, smelling the scents of the sea blown over on a hot summer breeze. From his vantage point high atop a mountain cliff, he could see beyond the valley, over the forest and in the distance spied a roofed building with attached outdoor swimming pools.
Mad Bull snapped his fingers in exuberance. “Hey now! That’s more my style…”
He gazed at the far flung building that seemed like a doll’s house at such a distance and considered the trek for moment. The way down through the valley and through the trees didn’t seem so treacherous, but the seasoned law officer thought that it stood to reason that such a building would attract other dangerous folk looking for a respite on a day like today. He mulled it over in his mind. On one hand, he was under orders to figure out which criminal the Imperials were targeting, then track them down. The resort was sure to hold better promise than a forest, but on the other hand, that meant he’d be risking his neck.
“Booze…” he suddenly realized with satisfaction. “A place like that, even if abandoned, has got to still have some booze lying around.”
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