Stop the bus!

From my corner, I think, “My vendetta against the city transportation system is almost complete.”

My superweapon is attached to the 9th Street bus – a timed bomb that sends radioactive energy pulses to every other bus. They can’t arrest me now for refusing to pay or trying to convince the driver with brute force to take a different route.

But, what is this? A beauty with deep green eyes and hair the color of the wire that I can cut to stop the massacre from ever happening. She’s paying the driver. She’s finding a seat. He’s driving away. No, wait!

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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: CeCe Garcia

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