by Davis, James
“Where the hell are we? I’ve never heard of Fort Alvis. And what kind of stupid-ass name is Alvis anyway?” Ashley said in a pissy tone.
“Alvis was my grandfather. This place is named after him.” Sharp replied.
“Well, your grandpa must have been a real asshole with a name like that.” Ashley shot back, clearly trying to piss Sharp off. Clay nudged her in the side,
“Cut that shit out! Just play along for now.” Clay said in a hushed tone. Ashley gave him the stink eye, but agreed and kept her mouth shut.
“I will not tolerate too many more insults from you. I suggest you mind your tongue from now on.” Sharp said, staring a hole right through her. He led them toward a large green and white chopper. The wind picked up as the blades began to whirl. Clay, Hank, and Ashley were shoved into the chopper behind Sharp. Seconds later they lifted off, leaving their family and children behind, heading off into the unknown.
“Sharp where in the hell are you taking us?” Clay asked as they lifted higher into the sky. The President looked at each of them with his toothy smile proudly on display and said,
“Why, my house of course.”
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