“Well, now is as good a time as any” Modi said as he got out of his car and started across the street. He was a well-built man, 23 years old, about six foot, long blond hair, clean shaven face, and two different colored eyes one red and the other silver. He had a revolver at his side and the hilt of something over his right shoulder. He had on white converse, black pants, a white tee shirt, with a trench coat over it all.
“HEY YOU” shouted Modi at the football player, who turned around at the sound. “Me?” He said. “Yea, you what’s your name” said Modi, now only a few feet from the two college students. The football player recovered from his initial shock of talking to someone who didn’t know him. At first he heard a voice of authority and thought of someone older than him, but now he saw a student his age. Then he made a big mistake and became cocky. “Who the hell is asking punk” he said with a cocky smile on his face. Then he felt a sharp pain as he was punched in the face, although this wasn’t just any punch this was almost enough to knock him out but it didn’t it in turn made him fall to his knees and made his eyes start to water and he got a massive headache. The fact that the cheerleader screamed did nothing to help this. Then he felt an iron grip grasp the front of his shirt and haul him upwards. “You don’t ask the questions, you answer them” said a loud voice in his ear. “Jack” he whispered, and then he fell to the ground as his shirt was released.
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