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Great read, nice pictures as well.

That was a fun event despite being a short one.

Good read by the way.

**Adam Trooper would be unconscious, lying in a hospital bed. His suit would be tattered, full of holes, with blood spots almost covering him. The Hospital is in Downtown Rockford, while the hunt for the missing detective continues, ignoring the hospital in all the searches and sweeps. The Mayor's closest assistant would have come to power, as the previous mayor would have been shot dead, unknown to the city. His body was dumped in the Rockford River.

Two Men would be watching Doctors perform operations on the man, through a one way window.

"Why does he have to be so damn stubborn? We've trashed his office, burned down his home, kidnapped his girlfriend, and tortured him multiple times. Why won't he just give up? He nearly killed himself just to break the mayor out of our grip."

"It's because, sir. He doesn't see the true threat that's coming. He just sees us as another gang, out to get some cop. He doesn't know that without him, Humanity is doomed."

"Well then Damnit Issac, get him up to speed. Because this war is coming, and if he's not there to lead it, then who will? None of the other boneheads who run this place could be trusted with this information, and nobody else can lead this charge."

The man would sigh, slowly staring as the doctors pull away, signaling that Adam was waking up after the successful operation to save his life. Issac would then slowly nod, and walk out of the secret room, entering the Operating room. Guards on Duty would stiffen, as the doctors all leave the room in a slight hurry.

Adam is fully conscious, and looks over to the man that seemingly betrayed him many times. Tortured him. Ruined his entire life, and his career. Adam is so weak however, he can barley move his head. Issac then pulls up a chair next to the bed, sighing.

"Adam... I'm gonna be real with you. Me and my... associates.... don't just like harassing you. We aren't just some other gang, contrary to your popular belief. We... we have humanity's best intentions at heart. We want the human race to survive the next hundred years, and we will do whatever it takes to get the best men on the job,  even if the methods are... unpopular."

Issac takes a dramatic, desperate pause.

"Adam... there's a war coming. A war that not the United States, not Russia, not China, not all the nukes in the world could win. We've been trying to find a man to lead the movement against what's coming, because guess what. It's on our backdoor step, and they are getting ready to knock. With Force."

"We want you to help us, Adam. You need us, we need you. I'm sorry to say it pal, but news flash. Your badge and a glock isn't gonna stop this enemy. But with teamwork, and the right people in the right place, we can win. It will be hard, you may die. But in the end.... it's either you and me die, or the entire human race."

"So what do you say, Adam?"

Adam closes his eyes for a second, breathing heavily. He then reopens them, and slowly nods yes.

Issac smiles, saying "Great. Detective Trooper, welcome to the Virtuoso."

jk

I enjoy reading these.

"It's just how it's done, Issac."

**Adam would be sitting back in his Cruiser, overlooking the Cliffside that overhangs the Rockford Lake. He would be on the phone with Issac Dispar, talking about recruitment tactics.

"Issac, Issac... you can't go easy on them. You really think I would have joined if you guys just gave up? Now-"

Suddenly, his phone call would be interrupted by a series of beeps and interrupted automatic voice dialogs.

"What the hell?"

"Harro, Virtuoso Dog. You no kill the President in our last call, yes? You no help us take down your political dogs?"

"Who the hell is this? I put your last guys behind bars."

"Well you know.... Accidents happen in your shitty Prison system, yes? People are let go...."

Adam slams his steering wheel in anger, sighing.

"What, do you, WANT?!"

"We don't want anything from YOU, Mister Troopah. We want something from the dog inside you, the pure anger. We've ALL seen it."

Adam chuckles, saying

"Well, news flash pal. You ain't gettin him."

"Oh? I think we are, as our most recent... visitor, she has a few words for you."

You hear the phone switching several hands, until being placed on something.

"Adam, ADAM, please, its Amanda, please, dear god, get someone down here, they torched the apartment and... ARGH... It hurts... please..."

Adam's eyes would go wide, as he slowly hears the Chinese men on the other end chuckle and rasp out "48 Hours, Mistah Troopah."

The Phone clicks as the call is ended.

Adam's face slowly turns red, as his veins begin to appear more thick through his skin. His phone simply falls out of his hands and hits the floor.

He slowly turns the key, puts the car into reverse, and slams the accelerator as hard as he possibly can. He then spins the car out into the road, jetting it into Drive, and putting on his lights and sirens. He speeds down the road, swerving into other lanes to avoid Traffic.