St Anna´s, was full of deperate people, seeking a shelter from the rain, and a hot meal.
Naecken watched with fascination, and realised he had never men or women help each other so much before...that´s when he got to thinking...
*I don´t remember what I´m doing here...but if the authority´s are after me...I maybe did somthing bad.*
He left the scene and walked further down the street.
Suddenly he knew a threat was closing in on him.
He stopped and looked everywhere, but couldn´t find anyone or anything that seemed out of place.
Something cold was thrust into his neck, and a hard voice said...
"Slowly...follow me, or I´ll shoot you where you stand. Capiche?"
Naecken did as he was told, and went into a side alley, full of scrap metal and dustbins.
Someone had left a car there, and it had been picked apart for scraps.
"Okay, Bub...hand over your money and coat!"
"But I need this to hide from..."
I don´t give a horse´s ass what you want...Give the F:ing coat to me, or I´ll do you here and now!"
Angered Naecken picked up the car and threw it at the surprised man.
Needless to say, he was crushed to pulp...and Naecken was standing there, as surprised as the man was.
How had he done that?
Who was he really?
Then pain flowed over him as a flash of memory came...
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Two intercepting cruise missiles were absorbed by the black sphere heading towards the base where Naecken was held.
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South Pacific...2002
CNN News:
A small fishing boat rescues four people from a island. They were suffering from radiation poisoning...but alive.
