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START OF THE ADVENTURE:

Tim. This is what your name is. It is what your associates call you in police headquarters. In your home, you have a different name -Torino Isic Miguel.

Yes, you have a weird full name so they call you Tim.

You are fine with it because you know a cop named DCK. People laugh every time by putting I somewhere in his name. The name was not of his choice. Neither it was for you, but things are not really going under your command anyways, so you decide to stick with it. You try to loosen your tight clothes, which is making you itch and sweat, but the damn thing would not let your skin alone.

"I feel like I am in a badly sewn Spiderman suit." You say to your lieutenant.

He gets to wear a Kevlar suit and a tuxedo over it.

"Assist me to stop this ambush and you may get rid of this suit, too," Lieutenant Rick says.

You look up at the night sky where some flying cars are hovering. In the sky there is a big patch of brightness resembling to a supernova. You had been told a star is going to explode in the next fifty years.

This is not a supernova. You think.

"So this is where the interstellar terrorists had come from?" You ask him when you sit inside your department's flying car.

Lieutenant does not answer you. He expects you to know the answer and also expects you to remain quiet in such scenarios. You can see him sweat, but fear has an opposite effect on you. Your hands and feet freeze. You basically become rigid.

The car soars in the sky, overtaking flying vehicles of civilians. You can tell Rick is not at his best. He almost had crashed it with another craft. This is where you decide to take on the steering.

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Rick does not disapprove of it either. You glance at the monitor and see a blip near them.

"How many of our officers died there?" you ask him.

"Ten. Maybe more."

Lieutenant takes out some pistols out from under his seat.

"Give me IRK 4 Rifle." You say to him.

But things are not under your command. He throws a pistol in your lap which you remember is from prehistoric days. You make a face when you see Rick also taking the same gun.

"We are there for a patrol. Not a fight." Rick says.

You clutch the gun from one hand and keep rotating around the giant craft which had crashed.

"There, our department's craft." Rick points through the windshield, but you can't see it.

All you see is a jet of light coming towards you. It blinds you for a few minutes when it hits the craft. Your craft goes out of control from there. You and Lieutenant are alive because it is Lieutenant's craft. The crafts belonging to normal cops like you are already in pieces on the ground.

Nevertheless, your craft is also not immune to a wave which had come from a gun of another galaxy. Your craft spins in air. You don’t remember when Lieutenant Rick opened the parachute.

All you can do now is to use the old gun to fire at the enemy while you are descending. You have got a horrible gun, but you make it up with your talent. You were the best shooter of the squad. And you are at your best, even during an emergency.

You shoot the gun at an armored alien straight at his head and blow off his head before he could blow off yours. Due to some reason, you find firing at moving aliens from a descending parachute very easy.

Your bullets are killing them. You might have cursed the suit in the past but you are nothing without it. Waves are sliding from your body with the contact. You are glad they have missed your head.

Rick, on the other hand, has his head missing and his gun is already down. Now you feel very uneasy as you start to fly down towards the craft. It looks like those aliens are waiting for you.

Maybe they want you as a hostage for bargaining. Perhaps they want you to rat out your department. Or maybe they want your suit. You choose to die rather than letting them make use of you. You take out a knife from your pocket and slice the strings.

You close your eyes during the free fall. Something breaks your fall. It is not the craft underneath you but an alien in a jet pack. He is holding you from your suit.

It is clear what he wants. You use the knife to slice your own clothing.

One cut and you are in your vest and underwear. Then you fall towards the center of the craft. You are expecting an impact till you see a light coming from its center.

Some aliens are jumping in there.

You hear panicked aliens. The alien with jetpack who now has his ripped suit is after you. But gravity is strong in your planet than theirs. You don’t want to get in there. You don’t even want to know what thing goes in there. Aliens are going through it. That fact alone is enough for you to not get near to it.

But you can't change the direction of your fall midair. You twist your body and somehow manage to hold on the rim. You lift yourself upwards and stand on the rim.

Then you see an alien pointing his gun at you.

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