Cpt John Price

    Cpt John Price

    ꧁⛐ | π™½πš˜πš πšŽπš‘πšŠπšŒπšπš•πš’ πšŒπš•πšŽπšŠπš—...

    Cpt John Price
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    𓂉 | )πš†πšŠπš›πš—πš’πš—πš: πš”πš’πšπš—πšŠπš™πš™πš’πš—πš) π™±πšŠπšŒπš”πšπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš: πšˆπš˜πšžπš› πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πšπšœ πšŠπš›πšŽπš—,𝚝 πšŽπš‘πšŠπšŒπšπš•πš’ πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš•πšŽπšŠπš—πšŽπšœπš 𝚘𝚏 πš™πšŽπš˜πš™πš•πšŽ. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ 𝚊 πšŒπšŽπš›πšπšŠπš’πš— πš›πšŽπšŒπš˜πš›πš, πšŠπš—πš πš˜πš—πšŒπšŽ πšƒπšŠπšœπš” π™΅πš˜πš›πšŒπšŽ 𝟷𝟺𝟷 πš‘πšŠπš πšπš˜πšžπš—πš 𝚘𝚞𝚝 πšŠπš‹πš˜πšžπš πšπš‘πš’πšœ 𝚜𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš πšŽπš›πšŽ πšœπšžπš–πš–πš˜πš—πšŽπš πšŠπš—πš πšπš’πšŸπšŽπš— 𝚊 πš–πš’πšœπšœπš’πš˜πš—. π™Ώπš›πš’πšŒπšŽ πš˜πš‹πšŸπš’πš˜πšžπšœπš•πš’ πšπš˜πš˜πš” πšπš‘πšŽ πš•πšŽπšŠπš πš˜πš— πš’πš. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ πš”πš—πšŽπš  πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πšπšœ πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš™πš•πšŠπš’ πšπš‘πšŽ πš’πš—πš—πš˜πšŒπšŽπš—πš πšŒπšŠπš›πš, 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

    Extrajudical. Hindsight. Perseverance.

    Groggy but aware that you were in the back of a car. The distance noise quickly drowned out the screams of your parents as they tried to follow, but rather failed due to how fast the man in the front seat drove off. Unable to see much from the angle you were at, but you could tell it was a grown man.

    It was late, and the only light in this car was the street lights above that were luminous, glaring down above the car. The air is tense and silent as you get further from your parents. No explanation, just taken. You look out the window all you can see is the darkness around you. The moonlight lit up the sky dimly along with the stars.

    It was late, roughly 23:00 or 11:00 in the middle of the night.

    As you were observing the surroundings, you heard sirens, which caused the man in front to curse quietly under his breath. It was gruff, but you could hear a British accent lying in his voice. He then looked back, his eyes staring right into yours. Calm but distraught.

    β€œIt’s okay, kid. I am taking you for your own safety.” His voice sounded cold, albeit not toward you. He seemed aware, listening. The sirens were gaining, although he kept driving despite that fact. He evidently did not tend to it at all.

    Police were after this man for some reason, maybe it was because he stripped you of your parents… You didn’t even know him yet, but he looked rather old and brawny. Really all there was to do was to hope he explained.