Population:26 million
Land area:93 city blocks
Mayor: Alex Zornio(43)
Country: United Walle Emirates
Zornio city was made s an effort by king Walter to drive tourism to the united walle emirates.(UWE) It drove in 14 million new citizens and expanded from 14 city blocks to 93 city blocks in 2 years. It is where the major, Free riots f 2, took place. The mayor, Alex Zornio, is also a famous businessman. Zornio city is the 3rd of the 4 major cities outside of Trentlandia that offer football. It is also home to the worlds largest chain of theatres with 14 theatres within 12 city blocks. Zornio city is one of the worlds largest tourist hotspots. The city hold more than half of the dessert countries population. The city is well kemp and worth 7.4 Billion dollars. That’s more than the whole country of Dylandia. In the year -3 the land was merely a natives farm. The city is extrmely important to the economy and is a modern hub for buisness and communications. Since its grand reopening in 3 th city has already raked in 14 billion dollars of income from taxes and tourism. Overall the city is a modern amazement. Thank you…………….
BUT WAIT! Before I go:
The case files of Judge Justice By: Trenton Hatch
Part One:
I had come across Judge Justice many times during my travels but I had never been so involved in any case like this before. Sorry I forgot to introduce myself. The names T, T classified. But anyway, it all started one day when I was visiting her courthouse in downtown Washington D.C.
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It was a loud and busy day. We were having a quick conversation discussing her latest case; an art robbery…
“I just can’t piece it together!” She said in an aggravated tone. The robbery had taken place on a Sunday evening in an empty, closed museum. They couldn’t even find any footprints, only small, muddy lines almost parallel to each other. It was a very challenging case.
These were the last words I heard before Judge justice was in her limo. I barely saw her leave because of all the paparazzi trying to follow her. As the car drove away, I noticed that she had dropped a folder on her way to the vehicle. I picked it up and read the title, “The case files of Judge Justice!” My logic was telling me to return it. But my gut was telling me to keep it. I would be able to find her… She was probably off signing contracts or at Applebee’s drinking her afternoon apple juice.
I sighed. This was a lot to take in as I had been busy cracking the case of the mall theft over in Little Rock, Arkansas. The thief had tunneled in and taken the credit card numbers then moved to the Cayman Islands. It was very frustrating to deal with all of the lawsuits being filed and the companies that had lost hundreds of thousands of dollars. The predicament had been keeping me very busy and I had been awaiting my break week dearly but could see I had another case to solve when an old newspaper cutout fell out of the file. It was titled,”Local art museum break-in!”
It smelled musty and slightly of mildew. I brought the files over to my car and got in. I knew I should contact my associates first, but I felt as if this was meant for me… destined for me.
The first thing I noticed as I read the clipping is that it had obviously been through many cases of rough handling. I wondered why Judge Justice had never mentioned it before. It looked like it was definitely really old because the print was huge and elegant and was dated back to 1914.
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Later that same day I had a strange occurrence happen as I was out getting my coffee. I had just placed my order when a mysterious character walked in the door. He smelt slightly of plaster and wore entirely black attire. He also had those shoes with the wheels on the bottom. As he scootered to the line I noticed he was carrying an all black briefcase. I tried to move closer un-suspiciously, I was about to grab the suitcase when he moved away. I tried yet again but he moved. The third time he turned around holding a cup of coffee. Before he notices and before I can react the burning hot coffee was all over me and his brief case was spilled all over the floor. As he grabbed wads of 100 dollar bills I grabbed for him but he dodged. As he left I heard the unmistakable laugh of the evil… doctor… KRAKENBOURG!!!!! Dun, dun, DUNNNNNNNNNN!!! I now
knew who the art thief was.
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“I see you have found me.” The dark, bone-chilling voice came from the small tablet. “I am here to steal all the valuable art in this city!” He paused for a moment. “No ransom can match what my Egyptian alchemy buyers will pay!” In the background a small voice came on telling him his jet was ready. “In two days time, I will have ALL the valuable art in the country in my possession!!”
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By now I knew it was time to call in Judge Justice. He had somehow mailed a small video device with a recording on it. We had tried to see if it was geotagged but found nothing.
As I explained to Judge Justice the whole story she just sat, thinking. After a while she said she knew what to do. We devised a plan to lure him into our trap. It was risky, but sacrifices had to be made to protect the priceless art dating back hundreds of years of years. We stayed up all night and had 15 cups of espresso and ate a whole box of energy bars. By morning we knew the plan like the back of our hand.
The plan was to fly in the Mona Lisa from the Louvré and place it in the Smithsonian. Then, we would set it up so when the art was touched, hidden ninjas would come down from the ceiling, in through the vents, and even out of fake floor tiles. They would take down the doctor and force him to return the art.
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35 hours left
Judge Justice and I had spent the whole morning making phone calls. We had to have it all ready for tonight. While we were working, 13 more paintings were stolen. Tourists said they were there one second, then POOF! The next they were gone. We knew Dr. Krackenbourg had many people working for him and they would stop at nothing to get their pay. We had run into his traps many times. He always planted the least expected people in his intricate plans.
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27 hours left
We sat, watching the security cameras. We had planted an additional 35 go-pros around the room. To lure him there we had to put out something not obviously for him but that he would definitely see. We decided to put out a loudspeaker announcement to the whole city. It could be heard to anyone within a 12 mile radius. All we could do now was sit. Sit and hope he knew where the Mona Lisa was.
I awoke to Judge Justice shaking me. Apparently I had fallen asleep while watching the boring video feed. We watched as a dark object in all black and roller shoes scootered across the floor. He went straight to the regular cameras and painted over them… classic. As he headed towards the art section I noticed a second figure following behind. I tried to say something but was shushed by Judge Justice to be quiet. Again, I noticed another person… or thing, following him. I tried to shake off my nervous feeling and blame my imagination. He entered the room and by now we were down from 98 angles to 35 angles. Once again I saw another object following him into the room. Automatically my brain went into panic mode. I had to stuff a wad of gum in my mouth to get my vision to clear. By now Judge Justice saw it too. She picked up her walkie talkie.
“This is agent Justice, we are entering a code 17 situation.” I quickly looked up the definition of code 17… uh oh.
Code 17
All inside communications are cut off and the enemy has backup.
We decided the only way to win was to go in on our own. We got our gear on and went out into the open. It was a short 1 minute drive to the destination. We were driving at 234mph which shortened the ride to about 20 seconds.
As we entered the building I got the creeps. The darkened corners and painfully silent museum set the perfect mood for a classic spy movie. I hadn’t realized I was humming the James Bond theme song until Judge Justice elbowed me and asked if I was trying to get noticed.
We ran into the room but were only up long enough to see Dr. Krackenbourg running his fingers along the Mona Lisa’s frame…
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We fell helplessly as hundreds upon hundreds of our own ninjas clambered on us. The doctor must have switched our own ninjas with his.
As we were busy trying to escape the ninjas we were sure the whole plan had backfired. What were we thinking… we put 20 million dollars, countless priceless paintings, and the lives of hundreds of ninjas. And now, thanks to our lousy defense, Dr. Krackenbourg was getting away with the Mona Lisa too!
“Show them to me!” The doctors evil voice was pointy and sharp, showing no signs of mercy. We glared into his deep red eyes. He shot back. “You really thought I would fall into your trap” Then followed up with an awful, no terrible sound. It echoed across the walls, sent chills down your spine. You could see millennia of pain, and hatred all spilling out of the doctors soul into a pair of scissors. He sliced the air and opened one of his time portals, he leapt through with evil laughter. Although he was gone, the portal wasn’t and Judge Justice and I knew it would be awhile before we get another chance to capture him. I grabbed hold of Judge justice and jumped through. I knew if there was an answer I’d find it there.
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Part 2:
I had expected to go right through but was pulled back by the dark figure. He had no face, no body, no heart. All he was was a dark, and angry, figure in the already dark room. He tugged at me. The portal was closing. I knew I had to do something fast. I did the only thing I could. I hoped. Then, in a flash of bright light he flew back and me and Judge Justice went through the portal. We were thrown into 3 feet deep snow. My lightweight sweatshirt was not helping and was instantly soaked. The snow in the air was as if a billion small, fluffy, and unbearably cold pellets were raining down on you. As we started to stand up I made out the unmistakable outline of a woolly mammoth. It’s rusty brown fur a beacon. Calling us forward. In the distance I heard the laugh of the doctor… I reached my hand out and grasped… nothing. As the freezing air went through my fingers for the 20 time I noticed that the snow was clearing. I gave up and said we could find and capture him after it stopped to the judge. I had to yell and my voice cracked as I told her. My lips were chapped almost instantly as I fell face first into the snow and the world was black.
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The world was black… and warm. The sensation was the best feeling ever. As the world lightened up I could see my grandfather. He sat on the old armchair he always used to sit in and take naps. It was Christmas and I was 4 years old. I was trying to put an ornament on the tree. The branch was too high and I slipped. I started crying… then my grandpa sat up and came over. He picked me up and held me high into he atmosphere. I put on the ornament on the highest branch and giggled. You must never give up, up, up, up…………
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His words are still echoing in my head as I come to. We’re in an igloo that was obviously made by an amateur. As Judge Justice comes in she sees I’m awake.
“Thank goodness your awake, I thought you were…” Her voice trailed off there. I gave a nod. “ We will have to give up, we can try and find civilization and then the portal. We’ll just have to do our best and get home safely.” In the moment that seems the easiest thing in the world. Which is no longer warm and comfy. All I want to do is curl up in a ball and go to sleep. All I can do is lay there motionless. But then a sudden spurt of energy washes over. I stand up and note silently that the ceiling is just high enough. Thank goodness or else I would have pushed my head thought the cold snow causing it to collapse in on itself. And all of the sudden remembering my dream:
“No!” The words come so quickly and powerful that they even surprised me. She turned and looked at me with a surprised face. “We can’t give up now!!” In the moment I could go on and on… but then the moment is over and I collapse to the ground, Exhausted. Judge Justice rushes to my aid. I try to stand up but just crumple over again this time my ankle hits something sharp and I double over in pain.
It isn’t bleeding a whole lot which was good but it was really hard to find something good happening in this situation.
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As soon as I am okay we go check out my assault’s form. It was a wooden box with a letter,”T” engraved on the top. It’s made from redwood and has glorious brushwork and even though the colors are faded. Looks like a masterpiece. It has a small lock on it. We use a splinter of wood to pick it. Inside are 3 things. A key, a letter, and a pair of scissors. At first I look at the key. It has an, “A” engraved on it. It fits into the key hole. I take a needle and thread from my pocket(I always keep needle and thread) and sew it onto a little necklace. I put it on and continue. As I read the letter I can feel the cold metal pushing against my skin. The letter is sealed shut by a detailed red waxy seal. It’s paper is rough and aged. It too has picked up other coldness. By now I’m used to reading things that don’t make sense but this note took it to another level.
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You found the scissors. You must find him. He will know what to do. You may have to travel… in the continuum of time. The doctor must be stopped. The future will not be so good if you give up. I have to go I to hiding. They may find me. If you want to succeed you have to go to Mr. Lennon. 1969.
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There had once been more writing but had been smudged and I couldn’t make it out. I groaned in frustration. It was your average cop movie: the most valuable piece of evidence is messed up. It was a lot to take in, first we were attacked by an evil doctors ninjas. Jumped through a time portal. And we’re now solving our next case in the ice age.
As I got over the letter my attention was turned to the scissors. They had an,”H” engraved on them and had obviously been through hundreds, maybe even thousands of years in treacherous adventures and countless battles. They were like a piece of history. As I checked out the scissors I thought I heard a muffled scream. The thought crossed my mind then left. As I put the stuff in the box I saw a tiny paper tucked under the small linen lining the bottom. I squeezed it in my fist to try and make it warm.
My doubts were confirmed when judge justice came back in. I noticed she looked a bit different. Her voice also sounded weird too. It must be my imagination, I thought as I put the small box in my coat pocket.
“What’s that?” She asked. Eying my balled up fist.
“N-nothing” I’m not sure why I was hesitant to show her. She began to eye me suspiciously.
“Are you holding something back?” She began to move closer to me. The small igloo had never felt this small. I began to sweat. She pounced. In the fraction of a second I was pinned on the ground. I know knew what was happening. She punched my mouth causing me to bite my tongue. I tasted blood but knew that was not the worst. This time she landed right in my stomach. I barely had time to flinch. Then, once again, I was doubling over in pain. I grasped for the walls. I pulled the snow out. As she hit me getting more angry every time I grabbed handfuls of the snow trying to break through. The next minute seems like an hour. I finally break through. With a deep breath and a kick… I make the igloo collapse.
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The snow falls almost instantly. The cold cold snow. It makes my heart skip a beat, causes all my muscles to tense and tighten, and also makes my survival instincts kick on. I read if you are ever trapped under snow to make an air pocket with your tongue. The snow pockets the air. I’m finally calm when I feel her grab my leg.
I’m positive by now that this is not Judge Justice. I should’ve gone and investigated when I heard that scream. Dr. Krackenbourg must have switched her out with a lookalike. I dug until I reached the surface. My lungs were relieved when the cold, fresh air filled them. I could have stayed there for hours but soon I snapped back into reality. I kick her hand off mine and realize that she’s done a bit of tunneling too. I climb up and get faced with two options. One, stay and hide. Two, run and escape. I go with number two. I start to run helplessly in the direction of a mammoth. By now I’m positive I’m in another timeline, the ice age. I have only time traveled once on a top secret mission not to be mentioned ever again. It was to the Ming dynasty. I could definitely say one thing. This was a lot colder. As I ran I think about what just happened. It was a lot to take seeing as 4 days ago I was in a hotel room in Little Rock dealing with a burglary. Now, it was the 1300’s or the 1200’s. To be honest history isn’t really my thing.
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I run for a minute longer before I start to get tired. I try to estimate how far I’ve gone but can’t. I can tell that my body is running on fumes. I’m not sure how long I was unconscious in that igloo but it was definitely a day or two. I reach down and grab a handful of cold, wet, and fresh snow and pop it into my mouth. It tastes weird. Like it was altered with some barely detectable unknown liquid. I still grab more. The more I eat the more tired I get. As I collapse into a deep sleep I try to stop myself… but can’t. “One nap can’t hurt, can it” I think as I close my eyes………………
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When I wake up I can hear water dripping close to my ear. I can’t see anything. I can feel cold, rough stone pushing against my chin. I must be lying down I think. I try to stand up but soon realize that I’m not lying down. I can feel the strong magnetic pull pushing on me. The whole wall is a magnet. I can hear water dripping from the ceiling… just barely missing my ear. The floor is concrete and the room is still bone chilling cold. I think I can hear a rat scurrying about. I try to shake of that idea as my eyes come into focus. The room is very big. Big enough to most likely fit 2 parking garages in it. I can hear the hum of some sort of a machine. I try to look down only to find I’m standing on a ledge 40 feet off the ground. I have a mini panic attack. I’m terrified of heights and Doctor Von Krackenbourg. This art robbery was turning into quite something. I gathered all my strength and courage and tested out how strong this magnet was. I pushed my feet against the wall and pushed out as much as I could. Nothing. I tried to pull off the wall for the next 30 minutes or so then ran out of energy and will power. I slumped against my shoulder. As I did I noticed my body starting slipping down the wall. My first thoughts were pure fear. But then I realized this was a good thing. As I hit the ground with a small echoing thump I was shocked. The ground was an inch deep under water and had tadpoles swimming in it. I immediately jumped onto another ledge on the wall. Bad choice. My head slams into the metal and knocks me unconscious.
When I wake up I’m flying in the middle of the room, high, up 20 or so feet. No, I’m not flying, I’m floating. While I was out the trickling water had evolved into a huge pipe burst. My head hurt and my throats was dry. I almost drank some of the rising water but stopped myself. The water was nearing the ceiling. In a couple of minutes I would be completely in water. I looked around but saw nothing else. The walls had dissolved into dark mist and almost hissed at me as though I were it’s prey. I realize I’m drifting, towards the walls. I try to swing the other way but the current is too strong. It reaps me of all energy and before I can do anything I’m flung over a waterfall and the last thoughts in my mind. Were Judge Justice. I had promised her… I don’t break promises.
I awoke to a the screeching brakes of a locomotive. A whistle blew and the next thing I know people are on view. One of which is Dc. Krackenbourg. The two other men are wearing thick, leather jackets, despite the 100 or so degree weather the dessert terrain offered. I looked around, we were going through the middle of the desert. Cacti and tumbleweed were just blurs at the speed we were going.
“Oh goodie, your awake!” Dr. Krackenbourg said with a dirty and malicious tone in his voice. “I’ve known where you are for awhile now.” His evil smile creeping up his face. “How did you like my VirtualReality?!” All of the sudden the whole magnet wall, flood and mist whatchamacallit was VR. I was thrown off guard even MORE when the train came to a stop and a cowboy got on. His freshly polished leather boots made the old wood of the train creak and groan.
“Good,I see you held up so far.” The mans voice was strong and deep. His long and thick shadow loomed over them. His eyes looked like they had seen incredible things, went on amazing journeys. And his broad shoulders gave him the look of a bodybuilder. It made dr. Krackenbourg cower a little. I could tell the man got to him because of the definite change in his mood and demeanor. I try to walk but realize I’m shackled to a bar on the wall. Dr. Krackenbourg comes and unlocked the…
cuffing me to a metal shot put ball. Now, I’m not really weak, but I’m definitely not the strongest. For a second I see a infinitesimal bit of sympathy in his eyes but it’s over as soon as it started.
We get out of the train and the blistering hot sun is there to greet us. Dust blows through on the small wind causing my eyes to squint and sting. We walk up to a small wooden shack. It smells of musty sweat and I can hear flies buzzing around. We enter and my initial thoughts are to run but then I see something. It’s Judge Justice tied up unconscious and bruised. She is in a cage big enough for about 3 medium sized dogs. I yelp with excitement. My partner in crime is here. Then… I get thrown in too. The guy came over and gave me a brief talk.
“Don’t talk, sing, smile, giggle, laugh, cough, sneeze, or make any kinds of noises. I will bring 2 meals a day, 7am and 6pm. I am the boss here and if you don’t listen to me you will be punished. No trying to escape. And definitely no communication Anyone caught breaking the rules will be severely punished!”
He barked the last order as if more people were here. I looked around after he left. To my back was a wall. To my left was a HUGE pile of rotting trash. To my right was Judge Justice and in front of me was the rest of the room.
“Quite the place, huh?” The voice startles me. I turn to find a no longer unconscious Judge Justice. Her eyes are full of bags, her skin has mud and dirt caked all over it and her hair is sticking out everywhere. Her ribs look like she hasn’t had a decent meal in months.I try to say something but my mouth has gone dry and my throat just gives out a little high pitched squeak.
“Where were you?” Her voice was careful but full of frustration.” I’ve been waiting for you to come for 7 months. “Wow” I think… was I really out for that long. “I’ve been in this cage the whole time and even made a friend but……” Her VOICE trails of there but I know what she means. Living here must be harsh. She tried to escape” I can see the sadness in her eyes and know her hardships.
“I was under dr. Krackenbourgs control in VR” I say. “He sent in a lookalike to the igloo. I tried to escape but my mind and body shut down. He must of…? I dunno.” I say exasperated, I guess I never really thought of how he found me.
“HEY, NO TALKING!!” Oh no, the cowboy person comes in and before I can even think he brings the nightstick Down on my head. I can hear the cage doors opening and judge justice being pulled out. Then nothingness…
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Part 3:
Nothingness has now become my friend. I’ve visited him often and now I’m here again. As I float, or fly, or sink, or run, or walk, or jump, or… the darkness reaps my infinitesimal amount of energy as the light sucks me back in.
“who is he?” A group of people are standing over my body watching me. I wake up only to find extreme pain inside my left foot. The people are mid 30’s and have an English accent. They sport huge lacy gowns and expensive tailored suits. The women hold parasols and have dozens of glittering jewels decorating them. In their ears, gowns, and most of all around their necks. While the men had flattened hair and colored coats like they wore in the revolutionary war. They also had leather shoes with thick soles sporting a variety of logos. They looked like the second you took a step they would make a clapping sound as loud as a standing aviation. They make room as a stray dog tramples me en route to catch a mouse. Then I hear a pop and I’m back in the magnetic wall room.
WHOOPS?!!(SIKE, ITS ON PURPOSE) :) THANKS FOR READING!!!!