Orchestrated By C.M. Rich (Magnetman)
“It was a pleasure working
with the RPD, Crorq.” Blizzard lied through his ventilation slits.
“My only regret was that I was not strong enough to keep harm from
coming to Officer Garmel. I feel that it was a failure on my part.”
“Well, you should be, INFIDEL!” Crorq retorted. The two robots were sharing a reluctant handshake. Of all the Cossacks, Blizzard was pretty high on his list of robots he wanted to shut down. “But, you’ve done your job. Now remove yourself from my magnificent presence, at once!”
“Of course, Crorq.” Blizzard made for the door. He stopped in the doorway. “Oh, by the way, even if you believe those phony things Mysteryman spread around about the Nonsterpolis bombing, I want you to know that I’ve taken it upon myself to make sure that city gets back up on its feet. They’ve been hit the hardest out of anyone in this war, and someone needs to make sure that the reconstruction process goes along without a hitch.”
“I’ll be watching you, you INFIDEL! When you make a mistake, I’LL BE THERE!”
“Yeah, yeah. Later, chief.” Blizzard waved briskly and walked out.
“I can’t BELIEVE I’m letting that, that INFIDEL walk away when I KNOW he’s guilty!” Crorq muttered to himself. He reached down to grab a donut, only to find that his donuts were gone.
“MY DONUTS! WHERE ARE MY DONUTS?! INFIDELS!!! NO ONE STEALS FOOD-STUFFS FROM THE MIGHTY CRORQ, THE MAGNIFICENT!!!”
--------------------“You look like you’ve been working hard.” Blizzardman said to a tired-looking RPD officer as he plopped a box of donuts on his desk. “That deserves a treat if you ask me.”
--------------------“My name is Vladimir Yeltsin, and I am an undercover agent for the FSB.” The tired-looking man explained. “I’ve been trailing you for a while, Blizzardman. You see, our great mother Russia has been very interested in its most powerful weapon. We created the armor that you wear right now. That makes you our responsibility.”
--------------------The latest Cossack camp was playing host to a celebration of their victory. They had been pardoned and hailed as heroes, something most of them never expected from this war. A majority of the people who fought alongside Cossack had done so selflessly, aiding the very people that sought to oppress them. Parked in the camp was the Flying Fortress to serve as a more suitable home than the cots and various other makeshift bedding afforded for the remaining camp members. While he hadn’t really done any major damage to the Cossackers, Blizzardman had intended to at one point, and he felt it necessary to mend the error of his ways.