Sneaking into Central

Sneaking into Central

Sheriff Pete and Tony crept through the shadows of the Central Campus, their steps muffled by the thick layer of dust that coated the ground. They exchanged wary glances as they approached the designated note drop, a dimly lit alley behind one of the crumbling buildings.

Tony reached out a hand, snagging a crumpled piece of paper from beneath a loose brick. “Another note from Matt,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sheriff Pete unfolded the note, his eyes scanning the hastily scrawled words. “Seems like our boy’s been busy,” he remarked, a frown creasing his brow.

“Not everyone is happy with the way the Hulk runs the Central Campus,” Tony read aloud, his voice tinged with apprehension. “This is a good thing.”

Sheriff Pete nodded in agreement. “Sounds like Matt’s stirring up some trouble.”

The note continued, detailing Matt’s encounter with a breakfast-stealing bully that very morning. Tony’s eyes widened as he read about the knock-down fight that ensued, his admiration for Matt growing with each word.

“Looks like our boy knows how to hold his own,” Tony said, a proud smile playing at his lips.

Sheriff Pete grunted in approval. “That he does.”

But it wasn’t just Matt’s fighting skills that were making waves. He had made some unexpected allies, including a girl named Hemy who shared a similar disdain for the Hulk and his cronies.

“Hemy says there are people at Central who do not like the Hulk or his goons,” Tony relayed, his voice tinged with excitement. “Seems like Matt’s finding himself a little rebellion.”

Sheriff Pete nodded thoughtfully. “The Hulk and his inner circle may have most of the people here afraid, but there’s strength in numbers.”

The note painted a grim picture of life at Central, where fear and survival were the driving forces keeping its inhabitants in line. But amidst the oppression, there were those who found solace in the wrestling tournaments and the camaraderie they provided.

“Central reminds me of the stories I heard when I was young about the gladiators,” Tony mused, his mind drifting to tales of ancient battles and valiant warriors. “The guards force people to fight as the Hulk and his goons watch.”

Sheriff Pete’s jaw clenched at the thought of innocent lives being manipulated for the entertainment of others. “We need to put an end to this,” he declared, his resolve firm.

Tony nodded in agreement. “And we will. But first, we finish the takeover plan.”

As they folded the note and tucked it safely into their pockets, they made a silent vow to bring an end to the tyranny of the Hulk and his inner circle, no matter the cost.

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