Welcome To Prime Time, Jerk!

Present Time (12:45 PM, September 11th)

Lanson Gate clutched his stomach, feeling the wound from where that...that thing had sliced him. Blood poured out of it steadily, and he winced as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a canteen of nectar.

"You are as tough as everyone says you are, Lanson Gate," the creature leaning against the concrete pillar wheezed, clutching his neck where Lanson had nearly punched into oblivion. "I am pleased that you haven't died yet."

"Of course not," Lanson joked. "I've already died once, not dying twice." He drunk a little bit of nectar, and started to feel the cut close up. He rose unsteadily to his feet, and got into a fighting postiton.

The Intruder grinned and created a scythe out of the shadows of the night, and looked at their surroundings. They were ontop of the Ford Building, with hardly any star or moon light.

"Ready to start again, Master Gate?" the Intruder smiled. "I have finished recuperating."

Lanson started to run towards the Intruder with gusto. "Of course! Welcome to Prime Time, Jerk!"

Four Hours Before (8:45 PM, Septembere 11th)

"How about this one?" Marie said with glee, as she twirled around in the sky blue dress.

"It's beautiful, just like you," Lanson said with a smile.

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