Yes I made up a country. I could write a novel on this but it'd have nothing to do with Tugs. This should be a nice challenge for me.
S E C R E T
Pentagon File
High profile
1999-0914
The following is a journal written by American Austin Tanner found near the city of Washington D.C on September 14th, 1998. 2 years after his escape from the hands of John Fretham.
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July 28th, 1998
If you are reading this, you have survived.
My name is Austin Tanner once Tyler Mcgregor. I came to fame after my escape from notorious killer John Fretham. But I am writing this as an American and an American only. On this date our nation was attacked, America knows a conspiracy led by a Demorivan group known as REIKDRIV to fool the Demora Army into believing we had attacked there country. Demora the country located in the Arctic sea had been preparing these underground for years and nobody had known.
It started around 3 in the afternoon. A friend of mine had come over, he had me duct taped to a chair hands to each arm rest, legs to each leg of the wooden chair, sock stuffed in my mouth and he was about to blindfold me when suddenly he dropped the tape. He just sat there looking shocked at the TV. "A strike in the Nations Heartland" read the TV screen. A bomb had been dropped they didnt know how bad it was but it was bad. Planes were coming in inbound from an unsuspecting country. Demora.
My friend said "Oh my god I have family in Kansas," and he ran out the front door where a mad scramble had begun. I tried to Mmmmmppphhh to get him to untie me but I was on my own. I could only watch the news stories in horror.
"Jesus christ Austin, why the hell is the door open???" My dad said in complete panic mode then he looked at me. His hair mangled his suit in disarray. "We are in a national crisis and your tying yourself up!? What the hell is the matter with you??" He said as he cut me loose. We have to go!
"Go where Dad?" I said as I pulled the sock out of my mouth.
"Somewhere thats not here! Demoran troops are gunning for our heart right now, D.C do you know where we live kid?" My Dad said as he packed as much as he could. "Look I already talked to Nick's parent's *Nick Stevens, another high profile kidnapee* we are taking their RV and are hauling it to somewhere desolate while the troops take care of it."
"But Dad...." I replied.
"NO BUTS! Do you understand one of these Demoran leaders is one of the very men that tried to transport you to Russia 2 years ago! Their friends died and of they get their hands on you, its all over for you and I am not risking it!" My Father said furiously.
"What if the army needs me?" I asked.
"DC wont survive, the army wasn't ready and as you no Kansas and Nebraska were taken off the map today! Nobody was prepared for this, you can't expect you can help!" My Dad said.
"Dad, we all need to fight! We have to help!" I shouted now.
"I AM NOT LOSING MY SON AGAIN!" As he put a rag over my mouth, I slowly drifted asleep the world collapsing in chaos around me.