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19 hours left

An hour later at 10:00.

“Yo, tow truck? Ya… could you get over here?”

“Why? Its.. like.. 10:00pm. Jeez.”

“I have a flat tire O.K.? I’ve been driving all over the place today.”

“I have three other people to pick up. I’ll get there in like.. forty-five minutes.”

“Do you know me? I am Jack and I’m the only thing in the way of this entire city getting destroyed.”

“Ya right buddy. I get one of those calls every week.”

“Terrorist attacks happen more often than people think!”

“Forty-five minutes. Be patiant.”

“I only have 19 hours to save the city damn it!”

“Right right. You take care now.” And the tow truck driver hung up.

Well, Jack thought, sitting next to his car. What to do. Well I could review the case of course! He though to himself. So he walked up to the car and tried to open it. “NOOOO!!” He screamed. He had left his keys in his car!

...And his coat hanger at home. Now all Jack had were his sunglasses. The stranger was right about one thing. They made him look badass.

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