October 1st, 2115
Trevor stared down at several of his firearms; he no longer had access to the M-68 Gauss rifle he used in his days as a Strike Force Marine. The gauss rifle itself left no barrel indentations after being fired, and they wouldn’t send the casing out in a random direction.
Trevor then focused on who he would kill, using paper seemed archaic but not many people would be hacking his information. Albert Woodman, he escaped justice in the courtroom, but soon Trevor would quickly correct that. He tried to relax and enjoy the thought of getting revenge.
Lisa came with George to the apartment complex although it was a far nicer area than she would expect a young single man to select. She rang the call button, “Hello is Trevor Rhodes in?”
Trevor stood up and went to the intercom. Pressing the button, he replied, “This is he, may I ask what this call is all about, and who are you?”
“I am Lisa Ryan, and well I need to discuss your son wit