The son of a humble 'baker', little Frankie, learned how to create "home-style" goods with the substituted ingredients provided by the world in which they lived.
Sadly, the store abruptly closed. The once loyal patrons silently came to their own conclusions. No one knew what happened to the Turners.
But if one were to investigate, it was during normal business hours when the owner was head bagged and escorted away. Minutes after the abduction, the family android, insisted that Franklin’s father did not exist. Thus, the boy was left on his own.
Living off the streets, Franklin got by through random hires of lowly jobs. This guy was smart enough to spot the advantage; quickly learning the maze of the metropolis underground and how information was both valuable and profitable. Who would suspect a stupid acting kid? (Busing tables at high end restaurants also lead to eavesdropping on conversations).
In his teen years, Franklin played the streets like a pro. legal, illegal, it didn’t matter. If the price was right, he would do anything, anything, to get at the information for (or from) his client.
It was during those teenage years, when an ex-soldier and mercenary, took notice of the boy. Taking the red-head under his wing, Frankie was taught weaponary skills and prefect his talents.
One little issue. This is where Richard's memory becomes a bit fuzzy... Yes that's right Richard. Franklin integrated with a group that sought answers, one that defied Gemini.
The group of ten had a talented rat among them. On a critical mission, they were ambushed. Some were killed, the others weren't as lucky. Taken to a facility, Franklin Turner was deemed to possess certain qualities that could be corrected.
His memory of these events are blurred and obscured at most. Something isn't right... something more must have happened. If only he could force his brain to remember.
Frankie was thrown back into society as Richard Hughes. One year passed; old habits die hard. The corrected twenty-three year old slowly went back to the old ways. Things triggered him and he started to piece together who he really was.
All in all, this red-head only wants but one thing, an easy life. Pfft yeah right like that's ever going to happen.
It was a dark room, dull lights enough to give the eyes enough reflection adjusting to edges, reflection of glassy eyes, and metals. Richard sat lazily in the chair, his right ankle resting on his left kneecap, his cheek leaned on his knuckles, arm provided by support of his leg. Only one other sat across from him at this conference table, the alliance held of the Dragon Head female of the other city. The club beneath them was alive, yet the room muffled it well. Distant laughter and…Continue
Twas the night before Laweson-mas, when all through the city,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a kitty.
The stockings were hung by the vents with care,
In hopes that Mr. Dick Laweson soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their pods,
While visions of algae - burgers advertised propaganda danced in their little nog-ins.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on…Continue
Meanwhile in Road Rumblers:
Richard was oddly expertly folding a newspaper, as if hiding some inner origami guru. A darkly dressed, dusty haired and man (who we will nickname Dusty) was with him; standing across a mechanic's steal table as he spoke, “I donno man, this might not be the best idea.”
The red head snapped up and stopped his work. “Are you or are you not a man of Laweson?”
Stammering Dusty replied, “Yes, yes I am. I would never deny the word of…Continue
Upon the cardboard throne, Richard sat. Jumping to his feet when the alarms began to blare, yelling for Ana to grab the girls and cook to go. He took no chance in the city, for him there always had to be a way out. Ever since all this people were systematically killed in Nexus…
His long running stride, slashing through the puddles in East to get to the stairs. That’s when the rain trickled to a stop. He stared up, then the umbrellas tilted in the same realization. He pushed pass…Continue