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Rainfall, Act I, Chapter ThreeT H R E E   
“My people!” proclaimed the newly reelected forty-seventh President of the United States.   
9 November 2032   
“Our world is entering a new age.” This man was Jared Reynolds, though it would not matter soon. Events greater than him were about to unfold.  The raindrops began to bombard the people gathered in front of the White House on that chilly autumn afternoon. Video cameras monitored the Commander-in-Chief’s every move, and the crowd waited for the speech to begin. The clouds overhead were violently dark, and it seemed almost as if it was night. Behind the President Rainfall, Act I, Chapter Three
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Rainfall, Act I, Chapter TwoT W O   
The man lit a cigarette as he raced down the ominous alley. His features were elusive in the dark, the worn face, piercing blue eyes, and five o’clock shadow saved by a sanctuary of blackness.   It was raining. The world had gone to hell and the thunder would not let the fearful forget. The wind beckoned for death, howling and avenging the travesties performed against it.   The man, James Eckhart, took a long puff of his cigarette as he rounded a corner, slowing down as he laid eyes upon his wife, Alicia. She was a tall, tan girl with a slender body and notably luscious lips. She was weeping.   Rainfall, Act I, Chapter Two
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Rainfall, Act I, Chapter OneACT I   
O N E   
The Assassin did not have time to admire the condition of his gun. Images of his victims burning in hell distracted him from the mission at hand, and from the cleanliness of his weapon that he had so carefully ensured. He rounded a corner of one of The Complex’s endless hallways and stopped to aim his battle rifle at another Security Guard. The Guard’s lackluster pistol and holstered shotgun were of no use here. He whimpered and died, a cold bullet having pierced through his left eye. Mercy was not a common trait in ammunition.   The Assassin moved on. Images of the Security Guards van Rainfall, Act I, Chapter One
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This Is What You GetThis is what you get  When I want to see you cry  The blood doesn’t bother you  But the smell does   
This is what you get  When you know you’re back  Baby  The edge   
This is what you get  When the walls come down  Your heart’s caving in  But the world doesn’t care   
This is what you get  When the camera’s on  They’re watching  Pain for pleasure   
This is what you  When the spotlight’s on you  But not for the right reasons  Not for the right audience   
This is what you get  W This Is What You Get
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