Sunbucks Cafe

[Garrett Jax]

Seymore Justice, beaten and roughshod from a fierce and not so glorius battle with the Keepers, in the heart of New York itself, stumbles haphazardly through the doors of Sunbucks Cafe. He pushes himself with what little strength he has left to the counter to grab himself a donut and a cup of coffee.
The young lady looks at him strangely, "Let me guess. Hot choclolate?"
Seymore glares at her. "Coffee. Black and bitter."
"Must have been a rough night, huh?" she offered.
Seymore ignored her and after grabbing the coffee he turned to take his seat. At that moment, his eyes happened upon a new recruit of small stature, sitting in a corner with a goofy grin on his face. His eyes narrowed. "Saronsen?" he cried out. "Lord have mercy, we've been invaded by Lane Hackers!" Seymore grabs his tazer and fixes the setting to incinerate. He leaps over tables and chairs, bloodlust in his eyes, with no other intention than to kill the intruder.
"I'm not Saronsen," the recruit stammers. He ducks behind a table, donuts flying everywhere. "My name is Frank. Frank Lamar."
Officers from all over the room rush in on Seymore, some of them grabbing the hand holding the tazer, others latching onto a leg, while still more rush to place themselves between the recruit and the enraged officer.
"Noooooo!" Seymore bellows. "What are you doing? Get HIM, not me."
Seymore struggled violently against the grasp of several officers. He lunged forward within inches of Frank Lamar's frightened face. Suddenly, he lurched upright in sudden pain. Someone had tazered him. One of the officers. But why? He struggled even more. Another bolt of pain siezed him. Two. Three. Finally, weakened beyond belief, Seymore stops struggling against the officers and starts a new struggle for consciousness.
"This is not Saronsen, you idiot," one of the officers proclaims. "He's a new recruit. His name is Frank. Frank Lamar. He just looks like Saronsen."
"Not Saronsen." Seymore looks a little closer. His vision goes in and out of focus. "But, I could've sworn..."
"It's okay, I get that a lot." Frank Lamar moves a little closer. "I guess I bear a little resemblance to that no good, low-life Lane Hacker." He reaches out in a conciliatory gesture to shake hands.
Seymore, more than a little embarrassed, and more than a little in pain, slowly offers his hand in turn. As their hands connect, Frank pulls Seymore close and whispers something in his ear.
Screaming in rage, Seymore makes for one final desparate attempt to extinguish the life of the new recruit. Tazers flare up on multiple spots on his body and the last thing Seymore observes, before consciousness fades, is an evil little smirk on the face of Frank Lamar.

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