Barrier Court Road, or Is It Lane?

Jarod and Perception were both young partners in crime; they grew up together you know. Jarod grew to be a man with not many morals, a wild card one could say. An excellent marksman, but suave to know that sometimes brute force was the best option. Jarod was around six feet, weighing in at 220 pounds; many had made the mistake to think that was all hulk not genuine mobility. Lets just say, the local bars don't allow him in. He specialized in brute force, and was inducted into the program at the age of thirteen. They found no specialty in him, he was quickly revoked. However, he met a young man named Perception. He and Perception met one day in a store. It all started with Perception cutting in line.

"Hey, that's my spot sir," Jarod wailed. Perception was new to Jarod, and it bothered the boy, why he cut in line. Jarod reached for Perception's shoulder as to turn him around. As Jarod initiated he was stunned by his remark.

"Wouldn't quite do that right now," Perception exclaimed, "I know what you're going to do now: turn me around and wail me." Jarod, taken aback, withdrew his hand.

"How did you do that, just know my position?" Perception turned around and said this:

"I see a future together, you and I, a future bright with destruction and closeness." Perception closed his mouth and turned around again, waiting for the line to move.


Greedy for knowledge Jarod questioned, thick in his accent, "well how do you know that, we may be just runnin into each other." He felt strange, like this encounter was supposed to happen.

"I saw it," He turned around once again and approached Jarod. Standing an inch shorter one would think nothing like this would come to pass, but it did. The amazing thing is the fact that Jarod felt that this was true.

"Who are you?" Jarod once again questioning fate.

"I'm a future friend"

"Really, who says?"

"Fate, the name is Perception."

"Jarod," pointing to himself.

"I know."

"How?"

"I perceive, see into the future and other places." He goes on, "I saw you in a dream, your name and how we met." Jarod is now suprised, guess others did not wash out of the program. The, Noble Cause.

Looking at Perception, gun in hand, Jarod crouches behind a burning car. Hot to the touch, no matter, only cover for yards. The store, where the explosion racked, only meters away. Perception leading, was about to dash across the narrow alleyway, that's when the gunfire started.