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An Epic: Jenkins
Written By: Zephyrus Szumlas
Fiction
The captain and his security officers were lounging in the bar, the smoke from their cigarettes filling the room with a thick musty smoke. Jokes, laughter, stories, all set the scene as the bartender set the drinks. Little did they know of the danger awaiting them beyond maintenance. The Syndicate Operatives from one of the most well-known divisions had prepared months for this one mission; outfitted with the latest gear, strongest armor, and highest minds their organization had to offer. The clan name was Jenkins, and it therefore replaced their last names. In the group, the leader was Hans and his underlings: Stroheim, Hyke, Lucas, and Leeroy. "Alright our status?" asked Hans to the group. Stroheim replied, "All engineers subdued, maintenance is clear." The group awaited behind the north door of the bar; mere feet away from the captain and his men.
Hyke reiterated his input, "31.2% chance of success as long as we follow through with the plan."
Lucas replied, "Agreed. Then we shall take out each target with..."
All the while, a certain operative within the group was waiting impatiently, longing for the glory of battle, blocking out the precise calculations this Syndicate group was planning. He stood up, dust pouring everywhere.
Frankly and sharply he said, "Alright times up. LEEEEEEEEEEERRRRROOOOOOYYYYY JEEEENKKKIIINSSSSS!!!" Leeroy stood up, burst through the door to the bar and began to hip-fire his akimbo submachine guns in the crowd, and continued to run through the station, ignoring his objective while wreaking havoc everywhere. His team stood in shock and confused for a couple of seconds until Hans was snapped back into consciousness: "Stick to the plan!"
Unfortunately, within seconds the police had them subdued and executed. Although these operatives couldn't follow through with their mission, Leeroy followed through with is, whatever that was.