Not much to say today... though apparently the sex trade is legal now in Ontario? Wow, how the heck did that happen?
Let us pause to get a reaction from the Conservative Party of Canada:
Right. Those who're still amongst the living, please take a moment and check out the Daily for Chapter 33!
*Please Note: What follows below is only the FIRST page of Chapter 33 and is considered to be 'Raw Footage' -- unedited, first-draft material that may be subject to change (even in its entirety). This is designed to keep you in the loop with my story as well as, hopefully, intrigue you enough to want to buy the full, finished episode at the end of the week.
Warning: there will be SPOILERS and coarse language as well, so please keep that in mind before you read on.
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Marco looks to the rooftops above him, to the figures in military camo staring down at him. Through their gas masks they watch Marco and Jess, silent and unmoving; sub-machine guns leveled. Alex laughs, a high-pitched jackal's whine followed by a loud yawn, his eyes drooping from the blood loss. "I got you… I got you…"
Behind them several more men in military garb enter the alleyway, parting to make way for a well-built, gray-haired white man. He comes to a stop a few feet from Marco, his chiseled face letting loose a blip of concern as his gaze falls on Alex. He looks to Marco and then to Jess, contempt forming behind his eyes.
Jess scowls as she looks the man up and down. "Are you the CO? What the hell's going on here? Where is everyone??" She stalks toward him and he backhands her in a single, smooth motion, sending her spinning into Marco.
"What the fuck!?" She nurses her cheek as several more guns draw down on her. She puts her hands up, shaking with anger.
The Commander walks past them, shaking his head at the wounded man and the blood pooled around him. He stops, moved by the sight before him. After a long moment he speaks, his voice filled with reverence. "Mr. Wong. I'm afraid you don't have much time. Even if we were able to airlift you out of here… I'm sorry, you're not going to make it."
Alex nods as if underwater, his face pale, eyelids half-closed. "I… know…"
"Help this man to his feet!" The Commander barks and several soldiers rush into the alley, lifting and supporting Alex. "Forgive me, sir, all I can offer you is a Hero's death. But I promise you this: you will be remembered. Children will speak your name with reverence."
He draws his gun, cocking it and stepping back. "Deshi 'Alex' Wong, thank you for your --"