The Nature of Corruption

Written by Slade

You rush down the steps, wincing each time your right leg hits the ground, shotgun in arm. The force against the door is steadily increasing; they are trying to break it down, you realize.

Unluckily for you, there is already someone kicking at the basement door. You recognize him by his uniform; and a pistol is already gripped in the man's hands.

The authorities have been alerted, you think to yourself with a sigh. But you refuse to go quietly.

You wait until he resorts to breaking the hinges. The door collapses, and the cop steps in.

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