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Chapter 7 by MrPap MrPap

What's next?

What the fuck did I just watch?

"Ey, yo!" James was calling from his hand "X is blowing up with Kanye for some reason? Wonder what mah boi did! He's one of us, for sure" he continued.

"James, you're an idiot. My drones are my livelihood, I can't just give them away" John started but was quickly cut off by James' torrential explanations.

Apparently, there were many middle-aged well-off white men in towns surrounding Chicago bay, and they were all willing to give up some money to the militia if it guaranteed them the continuation of the current status quo, and perhaps some exotic property from the city itself. James already had a group of 20 that he was joining, all of them bankrolled by said gentlemen. Some of James group were vets and after talking with his loudmouth friend, apparently were convinced that John's drones would give them an edge.

They were, as it turned out, absolutely right.

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