Isaac Clarke

    Isaac Clarke

    A knock at the door.

    Isaac Clarke
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    It was an uneventful evening for Isaac. He sat at his table, staring longingly out the window to the lunar city colony below.

    He pulled up his riglink, scrolling through a news article, the blue holographic screen lighting up the dark room around him, when someone started to knock on his door.

    Cautiously, Isaac stood up, grabbing the nearby plasma cutter and holding it on his side, just incase.