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by Rashad Freeman


  “Craig!” MJ shouted and hurried to his side.

  “How can I help?” Alistair asked.

  “We’re leaking air,” Max replied. “I have to locate the leak and close it off. I’ll need you to make sure the area is empty and close off the bulkheads.”

  Alistair nodded.

  “You’re losing a lot of blood,” MJ said in a shaky voice.

  “It’s fine. Scoop some off the floor for me and pour it back in.”

  “That’s not funny. This is serious.”

  Craig frowned and tried to hide the pain in his face. His skin was turning pale and felt weak and tired. Swallowing, he forced a smile and grabbed MJ’s hand.

  “Alistair, the first-floor substation and west wing barracks.”

  “Got it,” Alistair replied and took off as fast as he could run.

  A few minutes later Jacob returned with Cynthia. She had a med kit strapped to her back and blood-stained hands.

  “What the hell happened in there?” Max asked in shock.

  “Bloody nose, everybody is fine,” she replied then dropped beside Craig and looked at his wound with a puzzled face.

  “Max,” Alistair’s voice crackled through the speaker on the control panel.

  “I’m here.”

  “I’ve closed everything off and I’m heading back. Go ahead and divert air from that section.”

  “Great! Hurry back.”

  Max turned to the control and started typing the commands to stop air flow to the lower section. As the bulkheads sealed the alerts started to vanish, but he noticed another alarm that he hadn’t seen before. Suddenly, he banged his fists against the desk and jumped to his feet. “Fuck!” he growled.

  ~THE END~

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  About the Author

  The date was October 31, 1979. The air was cool, and a light fog blew in from the gulf, cloaking the Tampa area in an ominous, tight-fitting tunic. The annual Halloween festivities had just begun, and a night of mischievous tomfoolery was afoot.

  Scandalous and nefarious characters took flight. Doorbells were rung, and ill-boding tricks were played regardless of the treats given. This was the dark reality of the bustling Florida metropolitan.

  To the north, Grateful Dead crooned the night's theme music at the Nassau Coliseum. Within earshot of the concert, witnesses stated a UFO hovered over the grounds for thirty minutes before vanishing.

  At the same time the Cromarty's were busy hosting their notorious Halloween party at 112 Ocean Ave., better known as the Amityville Horror House. Screams and cries for help were reported throughout the night, punctuated with the disappearance of the family next door. They were never heard from again.

  Unknowingly altering the course of history, Kurt Vonnegut released "Jailbird" the same week KISS gained infamy on The Tomorrow Show. The aftermath of this collision would not be felt for decades until the emergence of Justin Bieber.

  After a night filled with mayhem and destruction and the deaths of several prominent entertainers, politicians and a notorious bank robber, the Federal government was forced to loan $1.5 billion dollars to Chrysler. This spurred a series of violent protests, resulting in the Brunah Agate oil spill. Over 10.7 million gallons of oil were dumped into the Galveston Bay. This became the worst oil spill disaster in U.S. history.

  A few hours later, on November 1, 1979, Rashad Freeman was born. Feel free to draw your own conclusions.

  "I'm a writer, I right things."

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