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One
Wednesday night on the 302…
In a secluded little bus stop
in the sleepy neighborhood of Surry Hills, all was quiet and all was still.
The night was still young but the people of Surry Hills were all indoors
tonight, for the streets were being gently washed by the steady rainfall.
And just as the gentle pitter-patter of the raindrops was about to put
the neighborhood to sleep, a sudden crack of lightning woke the street
up, illuminating six dark figures crouched in hiding near the bus stop.
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Little Jimmy Johnson sulked in his bus as he peered out the window. The
parent-teacher conference had gone on for longer than expected, and now
he would be late for his favorite TV show. So he kept staring at the wet
streets out the window to avoid eye contact with his mother, as if it
was some form of retribution for making him miss his show. In the meantime,
he tried to piece together what the episode would be like from the brief
glimpses that were revealed in the commercials. He hoped that Ed would
ditch the manipulative Carol in favor of Bonnie, for Carol reminded him
of his bitchy older sister.
Suddenly, he was pulled back into reality as the bus came to a sudden
stop. Without warning, the bus doors sprang open and into the bus poured
six masked men, clad entirely in black and armed to the teeth with sub-machineguns.
The twenty or so sleepy passengers of the bus suddenly erupted into chaos
as the armed men systematically entered the bus with military precision
while barking orders at everybody. From every corner of the bus, Jimmy
heard the passengers yelling words that mommy had always forbidden him
to use.
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"N.B.I! Everybody stay in your seats with your hands on
the seat in front of you!"
The words came naturally to National Bus Inspector (1st Class) Cameron
"Psycho" Jones. With his sub-machinegun gripped tightly
in one hand, he reached forward to grab the collar of the nearest passenger
and shoved him into the back of the seat. He pressed the barrel of the
weapon snugly against his target's neck. The victim's face turned as blue
as the cracked synthetic cushion of the seat.
"Sir, I need to see your ticket, NOW!"
Use force and surprise to create chaos and disorder in your entrance.
Then use fear and intimidation to control and quell the disorder. Just
like the academy taught him. It's so 'routine' that it's almost not fun
anymore. But Jones had a job to do, and fun or not he had to do it.
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